Chapter 26:
Day Three
Rodrick Tang, 18, District One
"What's taking them so damn long?" Rodrick asks for what has to be the fifth time, at minimum, as he paces the camp, ignoring the burning in his leg. The sting of being left behind while his allies went hunting for tributes – and clearly succeeding – hurts him more than his injury. He can't keep sitting still, letting the Capitol think he's too injured to win. Or worse, let his mother think he's too weak. He is not weak! He is going to prove to all those damn pompous fools in the Capitol that he's the most fit to win this.
"Well, there were three cannons," Kaz points out to him like Rodrick can't hear. "Seems likely that they were-"
"It was a rhetorical question!" Rodrick snaps at him, stopping his pacing to face the supposed 'leader' of their pack. Maybe he should just kill Kaz now, steal his weapon and leave the pack. No, he's not going to run like a damn coward! And he certainly isn't going to let Marian have free reign of the Cornucopia. Over his dead body will he let her win over him.
Kaz looks mildly hurt at Rodrick snapping at him and the boy from One turns away and resumes his pacing, not dwelling on it any longer. He doesn't care what any of them think about him. Why would he waste his energy on that when all of them will be dead when he's victor? Only fools make friends in the arena and Rodrick is anything but a fool.
He doesn't know how long he paces like that, his leg throbbing with each step as he bites the inside of his cheek to avoid any outward signs of his pain. The first hints of daylight start to light up the sky when Kaz moves suddenly, pointing in the distance. "There they are."
Rodrick squints to look at where Kaz is pointing, and much to his disappointment, he sees three people returning. Was it too much to ask that at least one of the cannons had belonged to one of them? Apparently. "Oh goodie, the fun can start now," Rodrick grumbles under his breath and crosses his arms, turning away from their allies to scowl as he resumes his pacing. He can just hear already how Marian is going to brag about whatever kills they made and – is that a weapon in her hands?! Fucking hell…he needs to get out of this alliance.
"Who did you kill?" Kaz asks bluntly as the three get closer and he can see blood on Marian and Tiv, but he doesn't miss the way Abel lingers behind them like a sad puppy with his tail between his broken legs. So clearly he was as useless as Rodrick expected him to be.
"Tiv got the boy from Six and I got that boy from Three," Marian answers him, grabbing a bottle of water to take a swig from it. "Don't know where that boy's ally was, that girl with the big scared eyes, but I'm guessing she was the third."
"The third you didn't kill?" Rodrick asks, a hint of a sneer on his face. "Good job letting someone else get a kill outside the careers."
"Oh yes, I totally allowed them to do that," Marian answers sarcastically with a huge eye roll at him. She swings her bone morningstar at her side casually, but Rodrick doesn't miss the threat in her eyes. "And what have you been up to? Sitting at camp whining all night?"
Rodrick sharply inhales through his nose and clenches his fists at his side, trying to keep his anger towards her in check. Just watching the amusement in her eyes…she's fucking pushing him into a fight. Damn bitch. She's not going to get the better of him. "I've been resting my leg and now I'm ready to go hunt for tributes. In fact, I'm going to go do that right now."
Before he even grabs a bag to take with him, fully intending on never coming back to this alliance, Marian speaks up again. "Kaz, you can go with him and we'll keep watch."
"I'm going on my own!" Rodrick snaps at her and the whole alliance falls into an awkward silence as they watch Rodrick and Marian stare each other down. He's not a fool, he knows she has an advantage now in a fight with that weapon. But he also knows he could still beat her if it came down to it. And he's damn tired of putting up with her. "You wanna go?" he asks, tossing his bag onto the ground and pulling out a knife. "Let's go."
Marian opens her mouth to give an undoubtedly sarcastic response, but before she even says anything, the silence of the fading night is broken by a screech that has Rodrick flinching and looking around in a panic for the source. "What the fuck is that?" he says, spinning around to find the bird in the dark sky. "Fuck, I hate large birds!"
He can't see a damn thing in the night sky either, not until a large bird starts swooping down towards their camp. Rodrick can't help the shrill scream that escapes him as he stares the bird down, frozen by his fear of it, acutely aware of the others all ducking to the ground or into the Cornucopia. Leaving him as the easiest target. Fuck! He starts to run from the bird, but it's too late and he cries out in pain as its talons grip his shoulders, lifting him up into the air. He desperately grasps onto its legs, flailing around as he is lifted higher and higher from the ground.
None of his flailing seems to do anything to hinder its flying ability and in his panic, his knife slipped from his hand. He looks down at the ground at least 50 feet below him and growing smaller, his allies staring up at him in shock and fear. "Help me!" he screams down at them, panic in him at the very real possibility that he is about to die. But they have no long range weapons and even if they did, why would they help him? "Put me down!"
He really should have used different words.
The bird digs its talons in deeper to his shoulders, forcing him to release his grip on its legs. And then, it does exactly what he told it to do: sets him down. Just from high up in the air and there's nothing Rodrick can do but watch the ground get closer to him, bracing for the bone crushing impact.
Sissel Wetherburn, 17, District Ten
Sissel didn't see what happened to Rodrick after Katsu was done with him, but he didn't need to see to know exactly what the thunderbird did. He would have swooped in, snatched Rodrick up and carried him high into the air. And then…well, Sissel didn't see it, but he certainly heard the crack followed immediately by a cannon when Rodrick's head split open on the stone, scattering out his brains. He's never seen the bird kill in daylight or up close, but he wishes he could have seen this. At the very least, he's sure Theodosius is quite happy to see the mutt research first hand. Sissel knows he sure was happy to see Yune kill back home the very first time, ending that pathetic man's life who dared to hurt his mother.
No one is going to hurt him or his family again. Not when he has Katsu by his side. If the careers can't stand against him, who will?
A low laugh bubbles up in him as he keeps his head down, walking back to their pathetic excuse for a camp. It took longer than he expected to be able to leave his spot, with the careers studying the surrounding area for any sign of movement, desperately watching for if Katsu was going to return. And he considered it, but the bird deserved some well-earned rest after that. And then he had the actual walk back, letting the sun rise by time he got close to where they were camped out. Not that he's really expecting Asha to return. Too many cannons have fired in the night and she's too…meek…to kill. Well, he's always been more comfortable with birds. Maybe he'll call Katsu over for some bonding, make sure the bird will do exactly what he asks.
Who should he target next? Well, depends on who remains after those other cannons. The other careers were smart enough to dodge Katsu and will be better prepared, but they can't outrun a thunderbird that has its sights set on them. Yes, tomorrow night he'll go see which career he can pick off. Or maybe he'll go after that boy from Eight, the one who volunteered for this.
It doesn't matter what order they die in. They'll all succumb to Katsu at some point. They have to for him to win. Simple as that. Kill or be killed. Funny how in the arena, they act on the same survival instincts of animals. But Sissel isn't prey. He's one of the predators.
When Sissel turns the corner of the broken building to their, he stops short from whistling to call Katsu down to him when he sees the bloody figure standing inside of it. He stays on edge, prepared to call Katsu down to kill if needed, squinting at the bloody girl until realization dawns on him and he starts to recognize who is standing there. "Asha…?" he says tentatively, blinking a few times and even rubbing his eyes before studying the blood-splattered face some more. Sure enough, that's his ally standing there, with someone else's blood on her, and holding a vicious whip in her hand. "I wasn't sure if one of the cannons was yours or not. Glad it wasn't."
Is he really glad though? Things would be easier to fight with Katsu if she wasn't around.
"There is no Asha," she whispers to him, her voice deeper in pitch and setting him on edge. He doesn't move from the broken doorway, knowing better than to make any sudden moves in front of a predator. And he has no doubt that she is a predator right now and if he's not careful, he will be her next prey. "There's only Slash."
"Alright then, Slash," Sissel answers, leaning up against the wall in as casual of a gesture as possible, all while keeping a close eye on her for if she tries to make a move against him. "So, what happened?"
Sudden anger flashes in her eyes and Sissel tenses up, bracing to run away from her. "She tried to take what was mine," she says coldly, giving a weak flick of her whip at her side that still manages to make Sissel flinch a little. She notices the slight jolt and tilts her head, studying him like one of his birds of prey. And news flash, he is now the prey. "No one takes what's mine without permission."
"I can respect that," Sissel answers, forcing himself to relax. This…is an unexpected side to Asha that he was not prepared for. Who would have thought she had it in her? He gestures at the whip and then at her blood covered face. "Who exactly did you kill?"
"Margaery," she shakes her head at the thought, bringing up the whip in front of her to study it closer. She rubs at one of the bone blades at the tip, but the blood doesn't come off it, making her frown slightly. "The dragon didn't let her take it because it belongs to me."
Dragon? Yeah, she's gone to full looney town. Sissel really would have been better off with her dying. "I see," he answers, despite not understanding at all. "You should get cleaned up. Get the blood off your face."
"Blood?" she asks in confusion, bringing a hand up to her face. When she pulls it away, some comes off on her fingers, but a lot of it has started to dry. She blinks at it for a few seconds and the hardened look in her eyes starts to fade away, getting filled with tears instead. "Get it off me, fuck!"
Asha starts scrubbing at her face and Sissel can only stare at her in confusion. This. This right here is why he likes birds over people. Birds don't kill other creatures viciously and then feel bad for it. She drops the whip to the floor and kicks it away with her foot before falling to the floor, not crying but looking defeated by what she did. She puts her head in her hands and shakes it, all while Sissel stays rooted in his spot. She sits in silence for a few minutes, which is fine with Sissel. They could sit in silence all day and he'd be happy. "I let her take control. I knew I shouldn't become her in the arena! Fuck!"
Sissel watches her in silence, still ready to call Katsu if he needs to, and also eyeing the whip on the other side of the room in case she makes a move towards it. But she just stays still with her head down, so he goes into the bag to grab a snack for himself, tossing another in her direction, which just lands in front of her. He eats his snack quietly, letting her get through whatever turmoil she's facing, knowing he doesn't have the words to comfort her – or the want to comfort her. People are so…messy with their feelings.
They sit for a while in their silence and he finally sits down as the sun keeps rising in the sky, ready to be here for a while. And he'll admit…he's a little curious. Birds are easy to understand. But Asha Kader? Quite complicated.
"Are you really feeling bad for killing in the arena?" he asks her, genuinely curious about her reaction. Most of the time he doesn't care what nonsense drama is happening in someone's head but Asha…she has him perplexed. "In the arena where everyone is trying to kill you?"
Asha peeks over her hands to look at him, no longer looking terrifying with the blood on her face but pathetic. "She…did attack me first," she says, seemingly trying to justify her kill to him. As if she has to do that.
Sissel gives a casual shrug at her. "Then so be it. Congratulations on killing for the first time."
"That doesn't bother you at all?" Asha asks him, moving to look at him fully now. "That I killed and you will have to as well if you want to win?"
Oh, if only she knew. He's taken more lives outside of the arena than he has in it so far.
"It's reality," he finally answers her. "A reality you need to embrace – and did with Slash."
Asha's eyes darken at that comment and she hugs herself, shaking her head at him. "I can't let her out again. I'll never come back from her."
Fanfare starts playing in the arena before Sissel can answer her, making them both look around in curiosity. They don't want to keep things slow, do they?
"I don't think you'll have a chance to avoid her," Sissel tells her as they get ready for whatever announcement awaits them.
Aberforth 'Abel' Barringer, 18, District Four
They didn't seem to want to give them any chance to catch their breath and Abel really needed a moment to himself to just take a deep breath and maybe scream a little. He was already frustrated with the night's events, unable to keep up with Marian and Tiv as they left him behind, running off to get kills for their alliance. He was useless hunting with them and it couldn't have been more obvious in the night. And then when they got back to camp…
Abel doesn't know if he's witnessed a more horrifying event in his life and he had his whole lower body broken in training. To see that bird come soaring in and pick up Rodrick like he weighed nothing. And then the crunch of bones…it reminded him too much of his own injury and took him back to that dark place he was in for so many months that took forever to crawl out of. Apparently, he never fully got out of that pit and the darkness was just waiting to pull him back in.
He just wanted to be left alone, roasting in the late morning sun, so he could stew in his darkness. He shouldn't have come into this arena, he's very quickly realizing that. He might be recovered and able to do a lot of things they swore he wouldn't be able to do after the accident, but winning the Games is starting to seem out of reach for him. He can't keep up with his allies. He certainly won't be able to outrun that mutt if it comes back for him.
He's just…pathetic compared to his allies. And he hates that he's so envious of them right now.
But the Gamemakers apparently have no time for wallowing in self-pity. That fanfare had to start up. Abel thought growing up it would make his heart race in excitement to hear that fanfare playing in the arena but now, it just fills him with dread for whatever the Gamemakers have come up with for them.
"Good afternoon, tributes!" Claudia Flickerman's voice echoes through the arena and Abel squints up at the sky. Huh, sure enough, it is the afternoon now. "Congratulations on reaching the top half of the competitors. The Gamemakers have a special surprise for you! In twenty four hours, at noon tomorrow, there will be a feast with all the food and water you need to survive in this arena. Attendance is not optional. And so, Head Gamemaker Arune has generously provided suggestions on how to prepare."
All of them look at each other curiously at that statement. Abel has a bad feeling in his pit over it, though. Nothing good can come from the Gamemakers and this feast is asking for disaster.
"As all of you know by now, the buildings each hold a weapon with a guardian," Claudia continues and Abel's gaze goes to the crystal sword at Kaz's hip and the bone morningstar Marian holds casually at her side. "Some of you have not claimed a weapon yet. Head Gamemaker Arune would love to see you all have one."
Or in other words, the Gamemakers want to see them use them to brutally kill people in the feast tomorrow.
"Nativity Nadal, Mirmulnir awaits you in the green temple in the north."
"Hell yeah baby, I'll go meet a dragon!" Tiv calls out with a laugh, and Marian snorts at the girl's excitement.
"Aberforth Barringer," his head picks up at the sound of his name. "Xaddror awaits you in the red temple in the north.
He doesn't know what that means, that both Tiv and himself were directed to the north. It seems like a trap…but with a feast on the horizon, would they really want any more tributes to die before then?
"Artem Nobyl, Evren awaits you in the green building in the north."
"Grey Pendleton…Vulthuryol is very disappointed in you losing her weapon. But Qydheleil awaits you in the golden building in the south."
"And Sissel Wetherburn, Sydrunth awaits you in the white building to the south."
Claudia falls silent for a moment, giving them crucial information on at least some of the tributes that survived the night. Most surprising to Abel is Artem…she didn't mention Sasha, does that mean she died? He doesn't think Grey would leave her otherwise…
Why does he feel so bad at the thought of Sasha dying and Artem probably dying tomorrow at the feast?
"Whether you go to the temples or not, the champions will find you tomorrow and they will ensure you attend the feast. You do not need to make your way to the Cornucopia. May the odds be ever in your favor."
The fanfare returns before plunging the arena into deafening silence. But it doesn't take long for Marian to jump to her feet and break it. "Well boys, nice knowing ya but I'm out of here."
"Why?" Kaz asks, confusion and hurt on his face at her betrayal that Abel saw coming from a mile away. "Why would you leave us?"
Marian gives a shrug at him. "It's inevitable to split up, especially after Rodrick's death. Why not split now before the feast tomorrow?"
Kaz looks ready to protest that and Abel puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Just let them leave," he tells him quietly, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "She doesn't want to stay with us but I'm not leaving you."
Kaz is genuinely hurt by Marian's betrayal, but he curtly nods his head at Abel's words. "Then we will fight tomorrow at the feast."
"Sure thing, hun," Tiv tells him, packing up her bag to go with Marian. "Nice knowin' ya, wouldn't want to be ya."
"Come on, girlfriend, let's go get you a fancy weapon too," Marian tells Tiv as they head away from the Cornucopia, seeming almost…cheery…at the fact that the pack as split up.
And with that…the career pack is broken, more smoothly than he thought it would happen. And yet, Abel feels completely unprepared to face them. Jealously flairs up in him suddenly at the thought of both of them having one of the weapons, along with Kaz, while Abel has…nothing. What has he even done in the arena to show he deserves to win? Nothing. He's been dead weight for the alliance, slowly them down when they looked for tributes or he has been left behind to guard supplies.
"What now?" Kaz asks as they watch the two girls leave them behind, off on their mission to get a weapon for Tiv to use against them.
Abel can feel his mind slipping further into the darkness and fights to focus on the announcement. They said there was a weapon waiting for him… "Well, that gave us information on who is still alive," he points out to Kaz. "The four of us and three more. With who we know is alive, we should prepare."
"Yes, I agree," Kaz answers, nodding his head. "What should we do?"
Abel turns his gaze to the north, knowing that was the direction Tiv and Marian went in… But it's also where they told him to go. And as much as it feels like a trap…it's more of a trap to enter the feast without his own weapon.
"We go find Xaddror."
Grey Pendleton, 17, District Eight
Grey hasn't felt this much anger in ages as he stomps over to the golden building. First Sasha left him in the middle of the night, taking the weapon that was given to him. That was enough to get his blood boiling from the start of the day and his course was set on finding her and proving that she needed him. But then he got called out in front of the whole nation…
Oh, he was going to show them not to cross him. Just as soon as he gets himself a new weapon.
"Artem!" Grey barks back at him over his shoulder, not even turning to look and see if he's still there. He knows he is, Artem understands that he's too weak to be on his own in the arena without him. "Pick up the pace! If someone gets you because you didn't stay close to me, that's all on you."
Just like if someone gets Sasha, it's now all her fault. Why would she leave him like that?! He was caring for her, keeping her safe! He saved her in the bloodbath and this! This is how she repays him! Poor parenting right there, raising an undisciplined daughter who doesn't know how to listen and respect the authority figures protecting them. It's exactly what's happened with Quill and now Sasha. He wouldn't be at all surprised if one of those four cannons belonged to her, even with her stealing his weapon. There's simply no way she can defend herself without Grey. But, he won't know that until nightfall. Until then, he'll look for her.
Does he have to do everything around here? Apparently, yes, he does.
"Stay out here," Grey instructs Artem, pointing at the steps leading to the building. He's not going to lose another damn ally because they get burnt up by a dragon.
"Sure," Artem says quietly, wincing a bit as he slows to sit down on the steps. "After, do you think…"
"Do I think what?" Grey asks in a huff, pausing to put his hands on his hips as he stares down at Artem with a condescending look. When Artem stays quiet, he motions with his hand, "Come on, we don't have all day here."
"Well…" Artem rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding Grey's eyes. "Maybe we could…go get my weapon?"
"Your weapon?" Grey repeats, blinking a couple times as he stares down at Artem, surprised that the boy would even suggest such a thing. "Oh Artem," he says, crouching down to ruffle the boy's hair. "Absolutely not. That's a fool's errand to go and get a weapon when both careers were instructed to go north as well. No," Grey shakes his head as he stands up, looking down at Artem with disapproval. "I can't put you at risk by doing that."
Grey turns and storms up the steps before he can see Artem's reaction. The younger boy has to know how foolish it would be to attempt going to the northern side of the arena right now. He's lucky he has Grey here to keep him from running off like that. He's shaking his head in disapproval as he shoves open the double doors and walks right into the temple like he owns the place, looking around for the dragon he was instructed to find. "Oh Qydheleil, I'm here!"
It doesn't take long to hear and feel the stomps of the golden dragon walking quickly towards Grey as he heads towards the pedestal, and soon enough, the dragon stands in his path. It raises its golden head to the ceiling at lets out a blast of fire, leaving a scorch mark on it before it brings its head down to stare right in Grey's face. "So," he starts, tongue flicking out and hitting Grey in the face, and it takes everything in him to not give a reaction to it. "The greedy little bitch has showed up at my temple."
A flash of anger goes through him at the insult and Grey balls his fists at his sides, but he forces himself to lower his head. If anyone else dared call him that…they would pay the price. "I am not greedy. My weapon was stolen from me."
The dragon lets out a loud laugh at his statement and Grey picks up his head to narrow his eyes at it. "That is not an insult from me, small boy," Qydheleil tells him, yet his condescending tone is making it seem like it is, in fact, and insult. "In fact…I relish in your greed. Embrace the greediness in your soul, Grey Pendleton. I know you're angry that the girl stole your weapon. Vulthuryol is pleased with the envy in her new champion that drove her to steal it from you, yet does not appreciate foolishly picking the wrong champion."
"New champion?" Grey asks, anger flashing through him. It was different when he assumed one of the four cannons was hers. Almost a relief, validation that she couldn't survive on her own without him. But now? Now it hurts him. "Sasha is still alive?"
"Oh, she certainly is," Qydheleil answers him, laying down on the ground to meet him at eye level. He swishes his tail back and forth, clearly amused at the betrayal and anger in Grey. "But fortunately for you…I understand greed. The others wouldn't let you have their curse after already having one, but I know your heart's greed and want for more. And I…" the dragon takes a deep inhale, nostrils flaring before he blows out the warm air right at Grey. "I approve of your greed. The world…needs more greed in it. So take what you want. Take it all from them."
Qydheleil steps to the side, clearly the path for Grey to the pedestal where a heavy looking warhammer sits. No, his warhammer sits. "I will take what I want," Grey tells the dragon, stepping forward to the bone weapon. When his hands wrap around the handle, cold to the touch, he begins to slowly grin. This weapon feels so much better in his hands. He can feel the power in its weight and he knows he will be a force to reckon with. "I'm going to make them learn."
Sasha is going to learn tomorrow at the feast why she never should have left him. She will regret betraying him. Grey will make sure of it.
Lisia Arune, Head Gamemaker
As the anthem ends, showing the tributes who died today, they finally start to settle down. Her plan had worked and all but one of them now had a blessed or cursed weapon in their possession for tomorrow. Tiv had her crystal bow and arrows. Abel had his crystal mace that he seemed apprehensive to use. Grey got his bone warhammer. And Sissel got a bone greatsword that she knew he would have the upper body strength to use, despite the others trying to tell her otherwise. Only poor Artem didn't get his weapon, but that was more the fault of Grey. But the Capitol was loving seeing all the dragons in action and couldn't wait to see them fight, and that's all that mattered. Lisia couldn't wait either.
And yet, she couldn't stop the ever present unsettled feeling in her. Or maybe it's caffeine jitters, hard to tell at this point.
Or perhaps it's the intern that's been sitting next to her, staying quiet yet she could tell he's full of questions he's practically bursting to ask. And now that the tributes were settled for the night, she finally feels like she can take her attention away from them for a bit.
"Alright, spit it out already," Lisia says, swiveling her chair to face Seraphim head on.
"Me? Spit out what?" Seraphim asks in confusion, pointing at his chest and looking around for if there's anyone else she could be saying that too.
"Yes, you," Lisia answers with a heavy sigh. "I've seen the look on your face all day. You're dying to ask about the feast."
"Oh," Seraphim says quietly and looks a little embarrassed at being called out so directly. "I mean…yeah, I'm really wondering why you called for a feast after there were just four deaths in under ten hours."
"You think it's too fast of a pace," Lisia says and even though it wasn't a question, he still nods his head. "Of course you do. I'm sure you're not the only one thinking it. But I have my reason."
She turns away from him, knowing he was going to ask about it. Yet she doesn't want to tell him the truth, that she was driven to keep busy by fear.
She fears boredom. If she doesn't keep the action moving in these Games, will the Capitol grow bored with her? Forget about her after a couple of years or whenever it is that the next Head Gamemaker has a fancy arena? No, she cannot let that happen. She will not let her legacy be left in the dust and forgotten.
It took under five years for people to stop talking about Akakios. She will not let people forget about her that soon.
"We have yet to see the full power of the blessed and cursed weapons and the Capitol is losing interest in them. They have such low attention spans," Lisia finally starts to answer him, turning back to look at him. "At the end of the day, you keep the Capitol happy and you keep your job. If you only remember one thing once I'm gone from this job, let it be that, Seraphim. No one cares if the Districts are unhappy about how the Games turn out. All that matters are the Capitol and the man in charge."
Lisia turns back to watch the screens as the tributes all get settled in for the night after their busy days. She calls down to Fabio, letting him take charge for the night. "Keep everyone separated and alive. Tomorrow, there will be blood."
I did warn to hold onto your butts! Whoop there it is!
Eulogies:
12th - Rodrick Tang [1], Killed by Thunderbird: This might have been one of the first deaths I planned out after I had his form and saw he had an immense fear of birds of prey and the plan was already there for Sissel to have a thunderbird. It was just the perfect combination for his death and I've been working towards it for a while now. It was time for the careers to get shaken up and unfortunately, Rodrick was that one to go. He added a lot of conflict into the career alliance and it was fun to explore some more the Capitol reacting to convicted criminals! Thanks for sending him Pi! Rip Rodrick.
And now...it's time for a feast. Lisia summed it up pretty well: there will be blood. I might update that on Friday since I've written a few chapters ahead at this point. Guess you'll know what I decide if you see a notification in your inbox on Friday.
RQ #26: Predictions for the feast?
Alright, see you either Friday or Monday!
