Ok, so I was asked for a clarification of what the Memorial Games are. So, this chapter hopefully clears up any confusion and gives a better idea of the background and what happened after the rebellion.

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Claudia Trinket, grand niece of Effie Trinket, Memorial Planning Committee Member #9:

My great aunt remembers the last war. She doesn't talk about it much. She doesn't wear wigs or much makeup like she used to. I look at her old photos and laugh sometimes. Everyone looked so ridiculous back then. Fashions have toned down a lot since back then. Mom says it's because of the districts' influence. My aunt says it's because the Capitol doesn't have as much money as it used to.

Well, I'm just glad nobody looks that ridiculous anymore. My mom has a friend who used to have her skin dyed blue. Not her hair. Her whole freaking body was cotton-candy blue. Even my grandma had some pearls in her breasts. She took them out during the war. She said it was because it was a bad idea to look too rich during the war. I guess that makes sense, in a way.

My Aunt Effie mostly sits in her chair and sadly rewatches this old thing called The Hunger Games. Basically, they brought kids from all the districts to kill each other. For real. No special effects, no stunt doubles.

I don't like watching them. It's gross and cruel. I can't believe anyone could watch this. I can't believe there were seventy-five of these. Yeah, seventy five. Seven five. No wonder there was a rebellion.

My friend Rosa says they were used to it, and that's why they watched. I guess that's true, but I'm glad they're not around anymore.

Now we have the Memorial Games, held in honor of the fallen tributes. No bloodshed, just a few separate competitions, based off this old thing before Panem called the Olympics. Each contest represents a district. District Four is represented by swimming, District Six is represented by fencing, and so on. Twelve, of course, has archery.

Aunt Effie remembers the Mockingjay. She's lived so long because the surgeries she had included some kid of de-aging thing, so even though she's over one hundred, she looks about seventy. Unfortunately, the surgery was forgotten during the war, so no immortality for Rosa and I.

Which is sad, because I quite like my life. I get to work with the officials of the Memorial Games to organize the schedule. What we have so far is:

Day 1:

Opening Ceremonies: Capitol

Treaty of Treason/Memorial of the Fallen: All Panem

Parade of Districts: All Panem

Day 2:

Fencing: District 3

Track-and-Field: District 11

Day 3:

Swimming: District 4

Mixed Martial Arts: District 2

Day 4:

Cross Country Horse Riding: District 10

Trivia Bowl: District 5

Day 5:

Archery: District 12

Car Racing: District 6

Day 6:

Dancing: District 1

Obstacle Course: District 7

Day 7:

Escape Room: District 13

Fashion Show: District 8

Day 8:

Closing Ceremonies: All Panem

President's Party: Athletes and VIPs ONLY!

Of course, all this could be moved around, minus the ceremonies, but it probably won't, barring some unforeseen mishap.

Unlike the Hunger Games, we used the same area every year for these games and just redecorate it to suit the theme every year. This time it's "District to District". It's basically all about how the districts support and help each other. It's supposed to promote real unity. Even though you can travel between the districts as long as you pay for a ticket, some people have misconceptions about life in other districts. Like, some people think District Two is all brutes, or that everyone in District Twelve can hunt.

I mean, laws about hunting have been loosened quite a bit, but I'm sure not everyone hunts there. How could they have time to hunt and mine coal as well is my question.

I'm at home now, with Aunt Effie, who's watching the Hunger Games again. I'm checking with the choreographer to make sure the performers are ready for the opening ceremonies. "You know, back when I was your age, we had real sport. Real entertainment, not this staged crap."

I sigh and turn to Effie. "Real corruption, real exploitation, real kids killing real kids who had real families back home." Old people can be so difficult.

Aunt Effie shakes her head. I never learned what happened to her during the rebellion, but she's always nostalgic and seems to block out the bad parts, like the censorship and oppression. Will I be the same when I'm older?

Well, no time to think about that now. Apparently one of the stages is broken. I'm going to need to go down and see what's wrong.

So, this hopefully clarifies some things. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask in a review or PM me, but this should take car of some of the basic background.

So, I'll see you later!