"And on this day, the 150 year anniversary of the Hunger Games, what do you have in mind?" She spoke with grace and elegance, her eyes honing in on her lead planner, Ire.

"Well, Madam Draga, I believe you'll enjoy this greatly…" Ire told the woman, sprawling out a planning sheet on the table in front of her.

As her glossy green eyes scanned the paper, they lit up with excitement.

"You've outdone yourself, Ire, but please, call me Lilith," She grabbed his hand gently, locking eyes with the man before her.

"Thank you Madam Draga–" Ire pulled his hand away. "But I'm afraid I cannot."

In truth, Ire wanted to be able to call her Lilith. It would be his pleasure. However, Ire knew that if he did, it would be disrespectful to her level of authority. That was taking into consideration that she even gave him permission.

Lilith pulled her hand away from Ire's, gazing back down at the sheet of paper with the future of the Hunger Games. "This will be interesting… I say we keep this a secret from them until the reapings. Make them think there's no twist this time around… we can't have the 5th Quarter Quell again."

Ire remembered the 5th Quarter Quell fondly, despite the havoc it brought up. After Katniss and Peeta had died, a group of rebels decided to build the Hunger Games again. The Hunger Games brought upon Panem the fear of death once more.

The 5th Quarter Quell forced Capitol citizens(those who had moved there to live a peaceful life) to participate in the Hunger Games.

This time, it was something much different. There were sparks of another rebellion on the loose. A group, known as "The Insurgents," were planning something. Lilith had been on their trail for months now, but no leads yet. This could never make its way back to the President, Ulysses Draga.

Lilith's father was a stern man with no patience. He would expect results immediately. Results which Lilith could not provide to him.

"The 13 Districts are feeling too safe once they hit the age of 19. Let's shake that up a little bit," Lilith grinned devilishly, holding up the paper.

"To remind the districts that they have sacrificed so much for their children, only the parents of Panem children will be reaped."

Lilith imagined what her father would think about this twist. Surely, he'd put himself in their shoes. He always did that. He liked to pretend to be empathetic, despite his rather sociopathic tendencies. He needed to be a beloved leader. Lilith knew that.

But it still stung when she thought of him pretending for their sake instead of hers.

"And what have you heard about The Insurgents?" Lilith asked him, her voice lowering to barely above a whisper.

"Nothing yet, Madam," Ire said.

Yet, Lilith could tell he was bluffing.

"What is it, Ire? You can tell me," she told him.

"... Forgive me, Madam."

Ire pulled out a briefcase from under the table, one that Lilith failed to notice. He placed it on the table, his eyes holding a sense of panic.

"What's this?" Lilith inquired.

Ire let the briefcase do the talking for him, unlocking the latches and revealing the object before Lilith. The red-haired woman's eyes honed in on the weapon in front of her.

"This can't be..."

A woman entered the room, causing Ire to shut the briefcase in record time.

Both Lilith and Ire stood up, bowing before the woman who stood in front of them.

"Mrs. President," Ire greeted her.

"That's Mrs. Draga to you. I'm not my husband, Ire," The president's wife, Lilith's step-mother, said.

"Minerva."

"Lilith."

With that greeting out of the way, Lilith's focus was on the object Ire showed her moments prior. If this was their lead to whomever was in charge of The Insurgents... Panem was in trouble.

"Is the arena ready?" Minerva asked Ire, placing her hand on the wall beside her.

"Yes, Mrs. Draga," Ire confirmed.

"I still haven't the clue what the arena could be, Ire. Please, enlighten me," Minerva demanded.

Lilith was curious as well. Ire always hid the finer details from her. But, if Minerva were to ask him directly, he couldn't refuse.

"Well... we'll play up the reminders of the children of Panem. This year's arena..."

Lilith could only imagine what could remind the tributes of their children.

"This year's arena is our very own seasonal treat!"

Welcome to my second ever Hunger Games fanfic! This one is a SYOT, of course. The 6th Quarter Quell, or the 150th Hunger Games, introduces the idea of only parents being reaped. As such, any character you make must have a living child. (It doesn't matter if they have parental rights. As long as they have a biological/adopted child, they are eligible.)

On that note, though, I'm going to need at least 3 more people above the age of 40. I want to see people with nearly adult children too! (Bonus points if they have multiple children haha.)

This is not a first-come-first-serve scenario. The characters I accept will be the characters I think will fit the story. You may, however, submit up to 3 tributes(through PM! I won't accept review submissions). If you submit 3, at least one will die during the bloodbath. The more, the merrier! The form will be up on my profile by the time you read this part. Feel free to ask questions!

Happy Hunger Games!