A/N: This is an old SYOT that I formerly started with EllaRoseEverdeen. I don't know for sure if she's going to collaborate at the moment, but she'll probably help out too. There are still some slots open, and everyone's just going to have to bear with me as I re organize everything. Sorry if you formerly submitted a tribute and it's not on the list, I've had to redo some stuff :/ but for the most part I have most of the forms together! :D I may not be very consistent in my uploads, depending on if I'm at band camp and other summer stuff. I'm really excited to get this started again! Go to my profile, and the form and -hopefully accurate- list is there! Submit through PM's :D~MM~

President Gemma Alden swiveled her chair back and forth slightly as she sat staring out the large window of her office. At twelve floors up, she liked to watch the Capitol citizens going about their daily business, walking up and down the streets, stopping in shops… "President, ma'am, here are this year's Games plans- as you requested to see them." The thin and under-confident voice of the young Head Gamemaker Jonathan Winter roused the president from her routinely trance. She sighed, and slowly turned around in her chair to face him. Winter thrust a manila folder out in front of him, obviously stressed and anticipating Alden's opinion. She didn't make a move to accept them, so he finally just placed them on top of her holographic projector desk, which she kept very orderly.
"Do read them, please, President Alden; I-I think you will be impressed," the inexperienced Head Gamemaker managed, before turning tail and fleeing the room.
Alden smirked, and still made no move to open the manila folder. He was afraid of her, she was sure of it. Most people were afraid of her- she tried to be as intimidating as possible.
She wondered how pathetic this year's plans were. Last year's were terrible, she recalled- and sentencing the Head Gamemaker to death, had been a relief, like always. Alden liked her peculiar new Head Gamemaker; he was just like a scared little kid, but she could tell he had real potential.
Finally, curiosity getting the better of Alden, she opened the folder, scanning the first page of notes, expecting something boring.
But then she saw it. The folder almost went flying out of her grip. Winter…
Winter was a genius.
"Winter!" Alden shouted, springing up from her chair. She braced herself on her desk. "Winter!"
The president could hear his frantic footsteps getting closer. Her office door flew open and the Head Gamemaker skidded in, a panicked expression on his pale face. "I'm-I'm very sorry, ma'am, ma'am..." Winter looked like he was already accepting his death sentence.
The president shivered slightly, noticing how cold the room was.
She had been about to adjust the temperature; but then had realized how well the temperature helped convey her cold personality.
Alden took her time responding. "I didn't say I was upset with you, now, did I?" she interjected slowly, smirking again.
Confused, Winter shook his head.
The president pulled up a chair for the Head Gamemaker and patted it. "Sit," she said. "I'd like to discuss your plans, Jonathan. I think they are brilliant."
Jonathan was shocked- but so was Alden. The president realized, as she flashed him a quick and daring grin, that she had never called him Jonathan before- only 'Winter' or 'Head Gamemaker'- nor had she actually smiled at him.
The Head Gamemaker awkwardly sat down, adjusting his small, wire-rimmed glasses.
The president crossed her legs and drummed her fingers on her sleek desk, catching Jonathan in an icy blue gaze.
"Did- did you like our ideas?" Winter asked nervously, not really sure of what to do. Alden didn't answer; instead looked up from the pages she was thumbing through and grabbed her hologram remote, plugging a small flash drive from the manila folder into the projector.
Immediately a bluish projection appeared on her desk.
"Jonathan, would you care to show me some of your mutts?" the president asked her Head Gamemaker. He nodded, scratched his head, and leaned over, his hands moving swiftly over the touch-activated hologram. Alden watched as a ferocious looking dog appeared on the screen, dripping what looked like poisonous saliva from its maw. She nodded approvingly at Winter, and he navigated through the projection, showing the president more of his creations.
"We'll be able to develop more sophisticated mutations by the start of the Games, ma'am," the Head Gamemaker finished, his thin, antsy hands closing out of the hologram.
The president exhaled sharply, startling Jonathan. "Winter," she clarified, "when you say 'we did these plans' or 'we will create more mutts', are you sure you mean 'we' or do you actually mean 'I'?"
Jonathan's cheeks reddened, and he sat back in his chair, fiddling with his shirt buttons. His eyes darted around the room, and the president could tell he was afraid if he let it out that he was the only one doing the work, his Gamemakers would be punished; possibly killed. She admired his selflessness. "Well," he began, "the other Gamemakers haven't exactly played a major part in this year's Games plans-"
Alden cut him off before he could finish. "Kid, your plans are genius. I know you're only twenty, but I knew my gut was right when I chose to hire you."
Winter's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade, which wasn't much darker than his normal deathly pale complexion. "Thank you," he mumbled. Brightening up, he added, "Don't you think my Bloodbath idea will go well with the Quell twist?"
The Quell twist had been announced the month before- all tributes would have to ally with their District Partner. Winter's idea did go very well with it; the president was sure of that.
Giving her Head Gamemaker another small smile, she declared, "Indeed, Jonathan. It will be very exciting. Now, you may go- I have lots of work to do. Thank you."
Jonathan beamed up at her, gathered up the Game plans, and loped out of the room.
President Gemma Alden turned back towards the window to resume watching the Capitol do its daily business. The sun had begun to stream in through her window, and recalling her conversation with the Head Gamemaker, she let a real smile spread across her face.
Get ready for a wicked, wild ride, Panem, the president thought.
Because this year's Games are going to be legendary.