TEAM 13 : DISTRICT 10

Luna : Luna

Team Building

Luna had been put in charge of team building.

She thought that was rather silly, personally, but then she hadn't been asked.

To be sure, the other members were contributing too: Ginny had promised the support of teams 11 through 14 in District 1 to the idea of a large confederacy, Ron 11 through 15, and Hermione the entirety of her district (though she warned of difficultly with the 17- and 18- year-olds). Percy had assured the support of his district so long as the majority of the rest of their individual teams also agreed, Harry promised nothing but thought most of his district would just go along with it anyway, Angelina had promised her entire district hands-down, Oliver thought he could get the support of 11 through 14 at least, Alicia assured the rest of them that her district was rather cut-throat and anti-career and would likely join Team 13 if they worded it right, Katie was sure her district would go along with them at the first whisper of rebellion, Neville wasn't sure who would support them, and Fred pointed out that his district was already quite sure they were going to die and would be more than happy to at least attempt a rebellion once in an arena.

Which left Luna's district, and actually setting the entire thing up.

She smiled, standing just outside her bedroom as everyone shuffled out of bed and towards the tables.

She was odd, yes, but right now that was her greatest gift: even the Capitol wouldn't look at her words that closely, not when she'd had so much practice only getting those she wished to to actually understand what she was saying.

"Let's begin, shall we?" Luna said, turning to look at the eleven year-old Ahanu.

"Begin what?"

.

On the other side of the city, far below the main tower of the Games Headquarters, a man with aqua-tangerine hair yawned over his station.

Cameras whizzed over every centimeter of the Tower, capturing each and every tribute as they went about their morning. He and his partner, the woman with white hair who sat in the neighboring cubicle, were in charge of monitoring District 10, but most of their work was done by computers.

They really just had to watch for those recordings that came up as suspect.

Most tributes only had ten or eleven, maybe twelve alerts a day. They were generally very upset, and their comments were generally made where they thought there weren't any cameras, but they also knew better than to actually try anything. Their words and actions were noted down, too severe behavior was dealt with by threats of family torture, and life went on.

This year had already promised not to be boring, what with the three additional little children he had to watch, but thankfully most seemed to be just about average.

And then there was D10T13. D10T13 (referred to as 'Luna' by the media and other competitors) was... weird.

An alert popped up.

He clicked it.

"I really think you should team up with us," the recording of D10T13's voice started, "after all, even you must realize the draw of the prime 13. Why, when I was thirteen I saw a dragon, a mermaid, a squid, and a sphinx all in the same year! Mind you, the prime 11's a good age, too—I didn't see anything unusual then, but my best friend saw a giant snake."

"...what?" That was the voice of D10T16.

"So's sixteen, to be sure! Oh, the things I did when I was sixteen! Not a prime, mind you, but still. It is just prime 13—a very powerful, very motivating number—and prime 3—a prime itself, and one of the most common and powerful ones too."

"You're thirteen."

"Yep!"

D10T16 looked just as confused and exhausted as the group's watcher felt. (D10T13 had gone through the same psychological evaluations as everyone else, but they tended to be very basic and meant to ensure the competitors could be threatened if necessary rather than as an actual test of sanity. The watcher was absolutely certain that D10T13 was not sane.)

"So is that a yes?" D10T13 asked.

"A yes to what?"

"A confederacy between as many teams as possible, to be led by Ron. No, wait, that's not right—Roman. I think that's right. Do you think so?"

"...You want Team 16 to team up with you?"

"Yes!"

"And Team 11?" That was D10T11. He'd been quiet so far, but that was likely because he was daunted by the two older members of his district.

"Yes!"

"Sure." D10T11 again.

"What?" D10T16 was surprised by the answer.

"Well, none of the rest of them are as weird as her, are they? And even the older kids are kind of wary of them, and they definitely have Capitol support, so... why not?"

"...You know what? Fine, fine. But just because the rest of Team 13 seems far less crazy. I'll suggest it to the rest of my team, but only if the rest of your team checks out."

"Brilliant! Eleven and thirteen and sixteen makes two thousand two hundred and eighty eight, and isn't that a lovely number? Did you know that doubles—like snake eyes, and the like—mean that you can go twice as far in monopoly?"

The watcher sighed, brushing his bangs over to one side as he prepared to write down the newest of D10T13's actions.

"What's even the point of all this?" D10T16 muttered under her breath.

"Revolt." Luna said, her voice suddenly less airy and far more flat. "Rebellion and revolution and resistance. Ooh, I do like alliteration."

Across the Capitol, deep underground, the one man who was supposed take notice didn't pay any attention to the screen as the eleven and sixteen year-olds' eyes suddenly sharpened in response.