Yarrow's interview (unedited): No one will know what happened until Isabella comes back. Right now what matters is what people think- and especially what they think of me. After this, they're going to think I'm gullible and make snap decisions on emotion. Someone like that is easy competition. No need to target someone like that.

Dorian's interview (unedited): Alara told me I stink. Of course I stink. Girl, we ALL stink! What, do you think I smuggled in soap up my ass? That wouldn't even work if I did. It would smell like ASS!

Leo Fabrizio- District Six male (18)

Ever since the fire I'd lived with the weight of people's stares. Most of them pretended they didn't notice, which I might have found condescending, but I chose to take it as I knew they meant it- as a gesture of normalcy. Little kids would bug out their eyes and look around like you all seeing this? That didn't really bother me at all. They came up with the weirdest explanations, like the kid who asked me if I'd fallen into a bag of chemicals like the Joker. Still, though I took it with as much humor as I could, it did weigh on me. Intentions and attempts to ignore my scars aside, I did long for a life where people didn't need to pretend I was normal but where I was normal. And it didn't prepare me at all for the crushing pain of being stared at and whispered about not for my face, but for something so gross I didn't want to imagine it.

The sun was barely up when Isabella arrived at our camp. I'd spent the night on the edge of our shelter, wondering if I should have asked the others if they wanted me to sleep outside. None of them had asked but the frostiness was colder than the night air. Taylor slept beside me and spent the scant moments before Isabella arrived shooting glares at anyone she judged had looked at me wrong. I couldn't tell her, though I tried, how much that meant to me. I didn't know how I would have endured the night if no one at all had believed me.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Isabella asked. She took a seat by our fire as we gathered around. It seemed incongruous, someone as glamorous as her sitting on the ground, but it sent a message about how earnest and raw this meeting was going to be. Once we were all seated and the camera crew was in place, she began.

"As you're all aware, there has been a very serious accusation against Leo." My stomach dropped, like it had been every few minutes for the last day. Over and over I remembered what had happened and my body clenched like it was the first time.

"Our crew has reviewed all the footage from every camera and has triangulated every contestant's position using your safety trackers." Somehow I wanted her to stop there. Maybe I should had done something terrible and I'd somehow forgotten it. Maybe I had a brain tumor or I just knew I did it but didn't want to admit it, even to myself. "We have found that there is zero possibility of any illicit contact between Leo and Josie."

The tribe's reaction was mixed and mostly muted.

"See?!" Taylor crowed.

"Holy crap, she freaking lied," Yarrow gasped, paraphrased. Kendall leaned back with a huffing exhale and ran his hands through his hair with a bemused expression. Trydan suddenly felt the need to poke at our fire. Kallik gave me a look of mingled apology and guilt.

"It's okay," I said as she was trying to decide what to say and how to say it. I didn't even have room to be mad past the relief gushing through me, and it hasn't been her fault anyway. "You had to tell people, just in case."

Isabella ignored the cameras and focused on me. "I speak for both myself and the crew when I tell you we are deeply sorry for the distress I know this caused. This was unacceptable and will not be tolerated going forward." She gave the tribe a warning look. It didn't seem necessary- their demeanor ranged from shell-shocked to mortified. "Are there any questions?"

"You gonna punish her or what?" Birdie demanded.

"There isn't much we can do legally, since Josie is a minor, but this information will be broadcast publicly. All of Panem will know of Leo's innocence." She left the part about what the public would think about Josie unsaid, likely for legal reasons, but the implication was clear. Everyone looked at me to see if I had anything to say.

"Let's just get back to life and pretend this never happened," I said. It was too much to even start sifting through. The whole thing had rocked my world, but I honestly didn't want to go through it with everyone. No one here was the bad guy. Josie did this- all of it. She wanted this so badly she was willing to ruin my life, but my anger was tempered by the thought of just what her life must have been to bring her to that point. As for the people who sided against me, I didn't think they were evil. They didn't know me, and even if they did, predators are so good at hiding what they are. And a false accusations is a hundred times less likely than a true one. There were no winners here and I was just the biggest loser of us. I'd been cleared, end of story. Just put it behind us and look forward.

Val's interview: Pretty ballsy move, not gonna lie. I mean, it was horrible, of course, but I do respect the hustle. Pity I can't do that. Everyone would know I'm full of it. I could go for a kiss, though. But only consensual. I'm a slut but not a perv.

Val's interview, edited: That was horrible, but I do respect the hustle. Pretty ballsy.

Enzo Charmont- District Twelve male (18)

It was nice to have people who "got" me. Back home most people thought I was stupid or a troublemaker or both. Here, Rowena and Amberlynn understood my genius. We'd grown so fond of each other that we'd started a tribe all our own. Really it was just a secret society we switched into while doing our shenanigans, but it was real. You can't send a bunch of kids out into a Viking forest and expect them not to give themselves Viking names, cobble together spears and nets, and set off on a hunt. We'd even become mud brothers. That's a bond that never breaks. You know what they say- the mud of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb

From my position behind a tree I could see Hilda the Ferocious, also known as Rowena, huddled behind a gray boulder, leaves in her hair and her cheeks streaked blue with the berries we'd crushed to make war paint. Sigrid Bonebreaker, alias Amberlynn, was ahead of us in the forest. We'd all demonstrated our best sneak and she'd proven to be the quietest, so she was the one who's gone ahead to circle around the quarry that I, Gunnar Firebrand, had spotted.

Rowena and I both hunched forward at the sound of something moving through the foliage. We perched motionless and riveted as the noise grew louder and at last the prey came into view. A young boar the size of a small spaniel trotted toward us, not alarmed but moving away from Amberlynn herding him from behind. It snorted to itself as it moved haphazardly but in the general direction of our trap. On either side of me and Rowena there was a thick tangle of brambles. The only gap in the thorns led to our river. If we could herd the boar into the river, we'd be able to grab it before it reached the other side. It was torture waiting the long minutes as Amberlynn herded it into place, but it was all worth it when the moment finally came.

"Now!"

At my signal, we all sprang. Amberlynn hollered, spooking the boar forward. When it tried to divert diagonally and skirt the brambles, Rowena leaped out and yelled gibberish at it. It jerked sideways and rushed right toward the river. As it passed me I ran out after it. Rowena and Amberlynn flanked me to cut off its retreat. With no other options, the boar splashed into the shallows. The water slowed its progress and with my longer legs I was able to overtake it. I flopped on top of it, grabbing it around the middle as it thrashed and squealed.

Oh wow we actually did it. I hadn't known how strong even a little boar was. Its little split feet pummeled my arms and stomach until I felt a little bad scaring it so much. Rowena caught up to me and helped me stabilize it as Amberlynn dragged over the cage we'd patched together with sticks and rope. Rowena and I plopped the boar inside and we watched anxiously. It prodded at the walls but was unable to free itself.

"Yeah!" Amberlynn screamed, punching the air.

"Meat meat meat meat!" Rowena chanted, doing a stompy little dance.

That's right, I thought proudly, reveling in our glory. We were kings of our domain.

Cactus was the first to see us upon our triumphant return. He did a comical double take on seeing the cage we held between us.

"Behold, the hunt is prosperous!" I boomed. That attracted the attention of the rest of the tribe, who crowded around with a mix of amazement, disbelief, and admiration.

"What?!" Virgo said, unable to articulate further.

"Hell yeah, bacon!" Robbie cheered.

"You're gonna kill it?!" Lana asked with horror.

"How are we gonna kill it humanely?" Dorian asked.

"I got it," Rowena said, holding up a rock. She waited through the gasps and horrified protests. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding."

I approached one of the camera crew members already getting different angles of the boar. We were allowed to talk to them. They just couldn't tell us anything that would help us.

"We caught this boar," I said, pointing at it. "We thought you all could give us its equivalent in meat and then we'll let it go so we don't kill it with our machete. That seems really inhumane."

An hour or so later, an ATV rumbled into our camp and a crew member hopped off and unloaded a cooler. She handed me a package of pork. I guessed it weighed about half as much as the boar, which seemed fair. A lot of him was bones and skin and stuff.

"Cook it until it's WELL DONE," she said very emphatically, pointing to the giant red printed warning on the package that said the same thing. She drove off as the tribe gathered around the three of us, whooping and cheering. It was a day of great glory. The names of Hilda the Ferocious, Sigrid Bonebreaker, and Gunnar Firebrand were sealed into legend.

Alara's interview (unedited): This is the best meat I've ever had. I don't even care we've lost four challenges. We have meat! We are unstoppable.

Since the Leo business needed a definitive resolution, I went ahead and wrote an in-between chapter. Worry not, Chris P. Bacon was peacefully released once his ransom arrived.

As far as alliances go, submitters always get to choose if they want, but I've been writing some interactions because the chapters would be weird and stilted without them. If submitters choose for their tributes to ally I'll find a natural way to put the allies together.

Important note: I forgot to ask everyone, but please send in a luxury item for your Tribute. Survivor luxury items are fun items that don't help with the game but are nice to have. For example, real Survivor luxury items include a deck of cards, some paint, a notebook and pen, and things like that. For a more immediate example, I'm choosing a book of scary stories for Taylor.