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Archangel Michael, Fancy Dandy Ultra Super Amazing Luxurious Rich Hotel

Well isn't this exciting?

The tributes are coming, finally!

All that tension inside me, about to be gone! The accident in District 2 really made me worry, but then I figured that they are a strong District, with strong children.

I bet this year's Games will be most satisfying for everyone, even the tributes.

At the station, cabs pick the little munchkins up and get to the year's hotel. Or at least from the 90th Games when there was an…accident.

The training facility had some electric devil, and an explosion was caused.

A big one.

Though no one died, sadly.

Anyways, they are coming!

"Welcome to Fdusalr Hotel!" I say as happily as I can.

I look as normal as one expects, wearing just semi formal clothing, nothing fancy or Capitol Wacky.

Twenty five children. One more female than usual. Fun.

"Fdusalr what?" Aden asks. "Hehe, fusrodah…"

"Fdusalr Hotel, short for Fancy Dandy Ultra Super Amazing Luxurious Rich, the owner is quite a…character."

It is interesting, seeming them all, in one space.

Their faces, expressions.

Some try to socialize, some keep to themselves, some act intimidating, some look normal, docile, and so on.

"And who the hell are you?" Liana asks.

"Just a simple messenger of Gamemakers. I was sent here to welcome you and give you a quick briefing."

"Why? To make us feel more miserable?"

"No Mister Asher, just to give you a heads up. Like about the Quarter Quell. You all wondered how your friends will be used, no?"

Some people try to mask their shock when they remember their families.

"Either or," I simply say.

"What does that supposed to mean?" Sebastian asks.

"It simply means that either one or the other, but never the both."

"Simply enough, yes," I agreed with Tobias. This earned some whispers, namely from the weaker districts. "Quiet simply, you'll be presented with a choice. Someone you know against something you need, desperately need. And I do mean desperately. This will get most of you. No matter how kind and unselfish you are, if you get to that part, you are, as one can say, screwed."

"So what's the catch?" William asks.

"Isn't the catch…catchy enough?"

"Surely it is, but there are socialites and antisocial," he said, referring to himself and his partner. "I am sure that someone who has two people only will have more times when you can screw with them, and some people have too much."

"Oh Mr. Taylor, intelligent yet blind."

"Excuse you," he said.

"Easy. We will use the Mentors for antisocials and two or three at a time for socialites."

"We?" Almost all of them ask a bit too eerily.

"Oh would you look at that, a flaming mockingjay!" I say and run away, into the elevator, and press the button for the highest floor, and close the door.

Whew.

I fail at times.

As I'm going up on the elevator, I go over the schedule. Today the munchkins came and afternoon they will be having meet-and-greet with their team, since not all Mentors went with the train, and their Prep Team.

Tomorrow will be a cool off day, meaning there will be no training, Prep Team time, free activites only. On Wednesday, they will have a Prep Team session and a Mentor session. Thursday is the day for the Chariot Rides. Friday and Saturday will be Training and Mentor sessions, no free activities. Sunday will be a free day, with easy sessions. Monday afternoon is the interviews. Wednesday will be the Grading Day, when the Gamemakers will judge them.

On Friday the 13th, the Games begin.

Author's Note: This was like an inter-chapter. Sorry for the long gap, went through a lot, and now my relative is being a very very bad example of what a person can become. Going through a lot, worse than usual, but I'm insane enough to bare it