A/N: This is not a thinly veiled attempt to get more submissions and reviews. Whaaat?

"You're on in two minutes, President Risio."

The long standing President of Panem, Atticus Risio was preparing for the biggest interview of his life back stage. It was, after all, his first ever Quarter Quell as president. The interview took place two weeks before the reaping was to begin, and a week later, the Head Gamemaker, and Atticus's college room mate Metaeino Zygoss would be interviewed regarding the arena itself, but today, the president was going to talk about logistics and statistics.

The prep team fluffed Atticus's hair and pulled nonexistent pieces of lint off of his suit just in time for Partridge Fairbanks to call for his entrance. Partridge was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties who had been interviewing since she was eighteen. Her natural hair color was blonde, and it was dyed ever so lightly so it looked almost pink. Her eyes were blue, but she wore purple contacts that would look demon-like on most, but on her, they worked. Today, she was dressed in a bubblegum pink gown with gold jewelry adorning her ears, neck, wrists and fingers.

Mr. Risio, a man in his late fifties walked onto the stage, carefully trying not to let the presence of a gorgeous young lady waiting on the stage affect his ability to talk to the audience.

"Hello, President Risio," Partridge says, sweetly. "It's an honor to have you here."

"It's an honor to be here," Atticus says. "And may I say, you look absolutely stunning tonight."

"You aren't looking so bad yourself," she says. "I have to ask, is that an original Pexella Carrow suit?"

"Of course," he responds with a smile. "Only the best will do when you're the president."

"Right, right," Partridge confirms. "You know, I heard that Pexella is styling the tributes from District 1 this year."

"Is she?" Risio asks. "I had no idea."

"Now, if you don't mind," Partridge says. "I think everyone would appreciate if we'd get into the good stuff."

"You mean this isn't the good stuff?" Risio asks, feigning bewilderment. "I could talk about Pexella all night!"

"I'm sure we all could, but we're here tonight to talk about the games," Partridge smiles. "More specifically, the twist. It said on the card that once a tribute dies, all those he or she killed will be resurrected. My question is how are you all going to manage that?"

"Well, Partridge," Atticus begins. "What you must understand is that there are certain limitations regarding what I can and cannot tell you. Imagine if I were to tell you how we were bringing tributes back to life, and other people caught wind of how to bring people back from the dead. It would be the dawn of a new era that I don't think Panem as a whole is ready for."

"Is there anything you can tell me about resurrection?" Partridge asks, hopefully.

"I'll tell you this," Atticus says. "Our Gamemakers have worked together with world-renowned doctors to develop an injection, that, when put into the bloodstream re activates the cells of the brain and heart, which will slowly but surely bring the tribute back to life."

"So during the games," Partridge says. "Is there any sort of lag between a tribute dying and the fallen coming back?"

"The tributes that will be resurrected will be placed back into the arena at the sight of their death within 24 hours of their killer dying," Risio explains. "When they're sent back in, they will be armed with whatever supplies they had when they passed."

"Well, our time is up, but thank you for being here, President Risio," Partridge says. "I'm sure we're all as excited for the games as I am."

"Oh, I hope so," Atticus says.

"And we're out!" A producer calls.

"Great job tonight, Atticus," Partridge says, taking her earrings out.

"Same to you, darling," the president says. "You don't know how hard it was to hide my feelings for you out there. God, if that interview was a minute longer..."

"What?" Partridge asks, resting a manicured hand on Atticus's knee. "What would you have done?"

"I think you know where this is headed."

A/N: Because fuck logic. 40 year age differences don't matter.

A full list of spots we've gotten submissions for is on our profile. Try to work submissions around that, because if we get another submission for the girl from District 7 or 9, I'm going to throw a bitch fit.