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Safira Altin, 18, District 1 Female

The elevator began to descend to the training floor. Safira took a moment to straighten her hair. She had to make a perfect first impression on the other tributes, and she intended to start by striding into the training center like she owned the place. The training center after all, would be hers to dominate for the next three days. She had allies to impress and canon fodder to intimidate.

Sure enough, the moment the door opened, the eyes of the tributes that had already arrived were on her and Caden. She gave them a smirk, and she swore she saw the little boy from Six flinch. The only person not to look at her was the brat from Eight. She just stared at the archery station, with a far off look in her eyes.

Safira made it a point to utterly humiliate the girl if she dared show her face at a combat station.

She and Caden stood next to the Twos and Fours. "Hello," the girl from Four said. "You two must be Safira and Caden."

"That's us," Caden replied with a grin. "And you're Becket, right?"

Becket nodded. "Yes. It's so good to properly meet you."

As the other Careers, Lucien, Zhenya, and Macha introduced themselves, Safira wondered how easy it would be to convince them to follow her. "Where are we starting?" Lucien asked.

"We should head straight to the combat stations, brush up on our weapons skills," Becket replied. "If you all want to, we should also go to the edible plants station. Maybe there's a chance we can figure out the arena."

And who died and made you leader of the pack? Safira wanted to retort. Instead, she frowned deeply. "The edible plants station is useless. We'll have all the food we want once the Games start. Also, don't they make the plants survive anywhere?"

Becket frowned. "They don't always have food at the cornucopia. Remember three years ago? Where there were only weapons?"

"She has a point," Luce said. "Yeah, there's a good chance we'll have food, but we should at least give the station a shot. Besides, the outliers will likely be there, and we can scope them out."

"Why do we care what the outliers are like?" Macha asked. "We'll just kill them all anyway? I say we spend as much time at the weapons station as possible. Show the others who's boss."

Becket frowned, and then Zhenya spoke up. "Let's not bicker on the first day. How about we compromise and do both. Those who want to hang out at the weapon's stations for three days straight can do that. Anyone who wants to go to the edible plants station can do that. It's not like we'd be ignoring one or the other."

Becket and Macha looked at each other, and then nodded. "Yeah, I think that works," Becket said.

Safira frowned. Did anyone hear what she just said? "Fine," she snapped. Her allies could have fun playing with the flowers and picking berries if they wanted to. She would be showing off the skills that actually mattered in the Hunger Games.

She could easily scout out her targets there. And so far, she wasn't liking Becket or Macha one bit.

The moment the trainer blew the whistle, Safira was off to the weapons station. When she threw her first knife straight into the dummy's head, she imagined one of their stupid, smug faces at the end of it.

The idea of it made her grin.

Perhaps no one would notice if she planted a similar knife into their backs in the bloodbath.

Zhenya Katolin, 18, District 2 Male

Zhenya decided that he wasn't a fan of Safira.

He also decided that she was wrong, and Becket was right. Showing off was fine and dandy, but he wasn't about to reveal how good of a shot he was just yet. That was something the other tributes would have to find out for themselves.

The minutes leading up to the start of training would have been agonizing to anyone else having to listen to her self-rightous babbling, but Zhenya had taken the opportunity to scout out his competition as the other tributes came down, two at a time. He made notes of potential threats: the boy from Eight with his bravado, the girl from Ten with her machete, the boy from Five with his muscles. He also made notes of those that wouldn't put up a fight, like the girls from Three and Eight.

Not even five minutes into training, Safira drew herself close enough that he could feel her shirt against his arm. He turned to find her smiling at him. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?"

"Sure," he sighed.

"So, how long have you been training? You're pretty buff!"

Zhenya refused to dignify that with a response.

Safira frowned, but she seemed to get the hint and moved away. Zhenya had to fight back the sigh of relief. They had barely spoken, but Zhenya could already tell that she was not the sort of person he'd show his back to, not to mention the fact that she was both annoying and completely self-absorbed. Zhenya always felt bad rejecting other girls' advances, but not her.

Instead, he turned to Becket. "Do you want to hit the edible plants station with me when training starts?"

Becket looked surprised, then relieved, probably for the support. "Sure, I wouldn't mind."

Zhenya risked a glance over at the other stations and his gaze was suddenly caught on the peculiarly handsome boy who was staring at him last night…and…what was he even wearing?

A hot pink tank top clung tightly to his skin and his knees poked slightly out of the ripped black jeans. To top it off, two diamond stud earings sparkled in the flourecent lights of the training center.

Well, shit.

He forced his gaze down when the head trainer explained the rules and what to expect for the next three days. As soon as she released everyone, Becket placed a light hand on Zhenya's shoulder. "Edible plants?" she asked.

Zhenya nodded. "Y-yeah. Sounds good."

And just his luck, the boy from Eleven went that way too.

Zhenya's heart began to flutter.

Isn't this what you wanted? he asked himself. To find love?

But not with another tribute! the more reasonable part of him replied. Besides, how do you know this boy would even like you back? And how do you know you won't have to murder this boy?

Zhenya looked to Becket, then to the boy, who was inspecting some berries, then back at Becket. Becket raised an eyebrow for a moment, and then her eyes went wide, and Zhenya felt heat rise in his cheeks. Then, she did the last thing he expected him to do. She gave him a smile and a nod.

Zhenya closed his eyes. Screw it.

"Hey," he said, hating how much his voice rasped.

The boy looked up and at Zhenya. "Hey?" he said, slightly confused.

Panic swelled in him. "Uh… Never mind. Sorry to bug you."

Then, the boy chuckled. "You're fine. I'm Florin." His accent was thick, but Zhenya was just able to parse out the words.

Something about his voice and laughter put Zhenya at ease almost instantly. "I'm Zhenya."

Rhys Marcel, 17, District 3 Male

Rhys ignored the glares from the Careers and strode right past them and to where the nearest sword was. The trainer, a woman with olive skin and a pink buzz cut, looked away from where the girl who had cursed on television was practicing and towards him expectantly. "Teach me how to use a sword," he said. "Uh ... please."

The trainer raised an eyebrow at him. "So eager. Do you even know how to hold a sword, kid?"

Rhys winced at this, but quickly recovered with a grin. "Do you?"

The trainer frowned for a moment, and then without warning, started laughing. "I like you, kid. Grab one of the training blades. I'll show you the ropes. Hope you don't mind company."

Rhys shook his head, maintaining that grin. "Not at all." He picked up the training blade and weighed it in his hand for a moment. It felt hefty, balanced, and definitely something Rhys could get used to. He then went to stand next to his new training buddy. The trainer talked them through some basic maneuvers, then after a bit, let them train on their own with a warning not to fight each other.

Rhys tried to mimic the other girl's moves, but it was hard when her every move was powered by rage. She managed to slam her blade through the dummy ... only to be told that aggression would leave her open to a counter-attack. The girl then threw the sword aside in disgust. "Guess I'll try something else then," she snapped. "Fuck."

The trainer looked unfazed, probably because she had to deal with much worse, but Rhys still carefully put his sword away. "I'll talk to her," he said. Then, he was right behind her.

Not because he wanted to calm her down though. Something about her just ... clicked. She reminded him of his friends, and definitely had that chaotic energy he wanted in an ally. "Hey, wait!"

The girl whipped around. "What do you want?"

"Uh ... I'm Rhys." Rhys grinned awkwardly, holding out his hand. "And you're…"

The girl just stared at his hand. "Viorica. Let me guess, you want to be allies?"

Well, she just went straight to the point there. "Uh ... well ... yeah, kind of? I'm super fast, I'm super stealthy, and I'm a ..." His voice trailed off.

Viorica put a hand on her hip and put on a wry smile. "I get it, Rhys. Sure. We can team up. Just don't slow me down, yeah?"

Rhys's grin became more genuine, and Viorica's smile grew wider in response. "Oh, I see what you did there. Don't worry, I'll try not to. Do you want to go back to the sword station?"

"You can," Viorica replied. "I don't think it's for me. I might hit the camouflage station, then try another weapon later. You want to join?""You haven't tried it long enough to just give up, y'know? Maybe give it another shot? You might surprise yourself."

Viorica frowned. "I don't know, Rhys…"

"Look, I'll go to the camouflage station with you and you can show me what's what, and then we go back to the sword station and you give it another try. Deal?"

Viorica smiled softly and shook her head. "You really don't give up, do you?"

"Nope! Not me! Never!"

Viorica laughed. "Okay, deal. By the way, how do you feel about art?"

Rhys raised an eyebrow. "Uh ... not much of that in Three. I mean, it's fine, I guess?"

"Well, what about street art? Or ... Training Center art?"

That got Rhys's attention. "Are you proposing what I think you're proposing?"

Viorica gave a wicked grin and nodded excitedly. "I'm about to blow your fucking mind, my friend."

Defacing the tribute center was definitely not on Rhys's to do list, but hey –– since when did he follow a plan?

Becket Hyde, 18, District 4 Female

Becket decided to leave Zhenya alone with the boy from 11. She understood. While an alliance with the boy was not possible, and someone would need to tell Zhenya that, she understood.

Watching Zhenya and Florin interact did give Becket an idea. This year's Games had produced a strong group of outliers. Talking to some of them and recruiting them into the alliance wasn't a terrible idea.

She went to the weapons station and picked up a bastard sword. When the trainer asked if she needed help, she smiled, thanked him, and let him know that she was okay.

Then, she got to work. There were several tributes at the weapons stations, with the girl from Eight getting lessons with a bow, the boy from Seven sparring with a trainer, and the girl from Ten showing incredibly impressive skill with a machete. The little girl was out of the question, but perhaps the Seven boy and the Ten girl would make good allies.

During lunch, she brought the idea up to her allies.

"That's not a bad idea," Zhenya said. "Not a bad idea at all."

Macha frowned. "I mean, you're right about the outliers being strong ... but recruiting them? I don't know, Becket."

Safira snorted. "I know. We kill them in the bloodbath and be done with it."

"I agree," Caden replied.

"I don't mind the idea," Luce said. "I'd rather have them on our side, at least for now. Not to mention by the time we have to kill them, we'll know more about them and how to fight them."

Macha nodded slowly. "You know, that's a good point. Keep your enemies close."

"And stab them in the back later," Safira said.

Becket gave Safira a dirty look. "We'll be doing no such thing," she said firmly.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, we're not going to be stabbing them in the back. It's dishonorable."

Safira scowled. "Need I remind you that we're in the Hunger Games? Only one winner? Everyone else is going to die? Those outliers will stab you in the back first chance they get. Why are you concerned about honor when they won't show you any?"

Becket returned Safira's hard stare. "Because we can be better."

Safira's scowl deepened.

Caden turned towards Safira, placed a hand on her arm and shook his head. "Safira, it's not worth it."

Safira stared down Caden for a moment, then rolled her eyes with a grunt. "Fine, but if they kill you, your final words better be that I was right."

"So," Macha began, waving off Safira's comment. "Who are we recruiting?"

Zhenya's face hardened, and Becket could see the conflict in his eyes. She made a note to speak with him later.

"Before we get into that," Caden interjected. "Are we certain this is a good idea? I mean, we're looking at a much larger pack here."

Becket frowned. That was true. However, she knew threats when she saw them, and she would much rather have said threats on her side. "Let's just give it a try," she said. "There's no guarantee they'd all agree, and with this many strong outliers, well, as much as I hate to say it we might not all make it past the bloodbath."

Macha sighed. "Fine. We'll try it, but if it doesn't work, we're cutting them loose. Who's recruiting who?"

Hendrix "Hen" Conestoga, 13, District 6 Male

The first few hours of training went by swimmingly for Hendrix. He had visited the herbalist, the master of fire, and the trapper, and had learned valuable lessons from each of them. Combine that with the bountiful feast available to him, the lavish clothes, and luxury apartments, and Hendrix felt like a king.

Still, it was nothing compared to home.

Hendrix's heart clenched at the thought of his family, his cozy house, everything he had taken for granted.

Thankfully, Mercury understood. "When I was reaped," he had said, "I found myself missing my old man. I didn't realize how much I took home for granted until I faced not seeing it again. I made a couple of allies, and having them around took the edge off. Maybe you should do the same."

It was a good idea. Hendrix knew that taking on the Games alone would only result in his unceremonious demise, but who would take on a little kid from the transportation district?

Lunchtime was a lonely affair. The group of marauders, six in total so far, sat together. He shuddered when he remembered the pair from the luxury district pointing at him and snickering the day before. Sitting far away from them would be best.

He was also weary of sitting near the rage monster, even if she had made friends with the boy who took off his shirt during the parade.

So Hendrix sat alone in the corner of the dining hall, nursing a plate of pasta and a glass of juice. A cookie sat on his tray as well, waiting to be consumed.

What was his family up to? His siblings were likely at school, and his parents were at work. Were they thinking of him? Did they miss him?

Hendrix liked to think they did.

He sighed and looked around the cafeteria ... and suddenly felt as though he was being watched. Sure enough, the girl from Eight was staring right at him, dropping her gaze when Hendrix noticed her. He remembered spotting her at the archery station earlier that morning. She was sitting next to her district partner, a scary-looking boy ... though he did seem nice to the girl.

He dared another glance at the girl and saw the boy giving her a smile and a friendly nudge…and then the girl was nervously walking towards him, carrying her plate. She sat down at the opposite side of the table and nervously glanced up at Hendrix. "C-Can I sit here?" she asked.

Hendrix nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. What's your name?"

"Blanca…" the girl mumbled.

Hendrix smiled. "I'm Hendrix. I saw you at the archery station earlier. Not bad for a beginner."

Truth be told, Hendrix didn't see a single one of Blanca's arrows hit the target when he saw her, but it didn't hurt to be nice.

Blanca smiled shyly. "Thanks… I want to be an archer, like the forest nymphs."

Hendrix's smile widened. "You're a forest nymph?"

Blanca nodded, her eyes going wide. "Yeah, I am."

"I'm a legendary adventurer! Hendrix Conestoga, Knight of the Realm!"

Blanca's smile got wider. "That's…really cool."

"You know," Hendrix began, "we could team up. You're a forest nymph, I'm an adventurer, think of what we can do together!"

Blanca looked at Hendrix for a moment, then back at her district partner, who gave her a smile and a thumbs up. Blanca looked down at the floor and nodded slowly.

Hendrix giggled. "You don't talk very much, do you?"

Blanca shook her head. Hendrix picked up his cookie and offered it to her. Blanca looked at Hendrix for a moment, stunned, before taking the pastry and giving Hendrix a grateful smile.

Hendrix kept his smile. When he met the boy from Eight's gaze again, he saw the boy mouth a "thank you" and give a thumbs up.

And just like that, Hendrix knew he was doing the right thing. The legendary adventurer and the forest nymph had become friends, and it was through the power of friendship that they would survive.

It was all imaginary, of course, but it beat the grim reality of what was to come.

Gideon Holland, 17, District 7 Male

Sweat pooled on Gideon's forearm as he completed yet another bench press. He had lost track of how many reps he had done, and honestly, he didn't care.

Common sense did tell him to stop, however, before he injured himself. That would result in an early and anticlimactic death for him in the bloodbath, meaning he would be left unable to distribute justice to opponents who deserved it.

Like that boy from Nine. Like that lowlife murderous snake that he was forced to call a district partner.

He put the weights away carefully and took a moment to clean the equipment, and an Avox rushed over to take over. "No, it's okay," Gideon tried to reassure her. "I can take care of this."

The Avox, a girl who appeared to be around Gideon's age, shook her head frantically, and Gideon reluctantly relented. The girl was likely to get into trouble if Gideon was the one cleaning the equipment, and that wouldn't be fair to her at all.

Gideon took a moment to look around for his two targets. Ebony was brutally stabbing a dummy to death (Gideon wondered how much practice she had in that regard) and Hyacinth, or CiCi or whatever, was doing ... something at the survival station. What had that boy done to get arrested anyway?

The axe was his weapon, and he fully intended on using it to administer justice in the arena, but it wasn't the only weapon out there. He had practiced with a longsword earlier and was considering returning to that station when he heard someone clearing his throat behind him.

Gideon slowly turned around and was surprised to see the girl from Two watching him, a hand on her hip. She liked to think she looked superior, but Gideon could easily see through that bull. She was curious about him, and that could only mean one thing.

"You're pretty good. Are you a lumberjack?"

"Of a sort," Gideon replied impatiently. It was something he did, but it wasn't something he'd consider his real occupation, not that it was any of this girl's business.

"So that means you know how to use an axe."

Gideon adjusted the scarf around his neck. "You could say that."

The girl gave a wry smile. "I haven't seen you use one yet, hence why I'm asking."

"A guy can have more than one weapon."

The girl held up her hands in a showy peacemaking gesture. "You make a valid point. My name is Macha, by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

Get to the point. I'm busy.

Something in the girl's eyes shifted into something resembling annoyance. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted to join my allies and I for dinner tonight. We're talking strategy, and I was hoping you could be a part of that."

Gideon blinked. The Careers wanted him as an ally? The Careers? The people who hunted down and murdered children for sport?

Gideon closed his eyes for a moment. "Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not looking for allies. I work alone. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's high time I practice with those axes."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever. I hope you reconsider though. I'd hate for there to be a mix-up at the bloodbath."

"I'll be fine," said Gideon as the Avox rushed over to take the sword from Gideon. "Necks and trees aren't so different, you know?"

The girl's face twisted, and she looked ready to argue when she laid eyes on the Avox and she went deathly pale. "I…" She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her dignity. "I'll give you some time to think about it. I know this situation must be stressful for you."

For me? Gideon thought. Or for you?

Then, the girl was gone, and Gideon was left speechless. A big bad Career left rattled at the sight of an Avox…

Gideon slowly turned to the Avox girl, who had watched her go with a sad look on her face, and after making sure there was no one who could reprimand him for speaking to her, whispered, "Do you know her?"

The Avox paled a bit, and her gaze turned towards the floor.

"It's okay," he said. "You can tell me."

The Avox swallowed hard before shaking her head and walking away just as quickly as the girl from Two had.

Macha Callaghan, District 2 Female

Macha walked away from the station as quickly as she could, fighting hard to keep up the poker face she was so well known for. Her heart pounded furiously as she made her way to the water station and ignored Zhenya calling out to her.

It was her. Macha could hardly believe it.

For years, Macha had told herself that Paisley was dead. She had been taken and executed for treason alongside her parents.

Because of Macha.

For years, she had comforted herself with both the fact that her father knew she had done the right thing, both for her family and her country, and by the fact that Paisley wasn't alive to hate her for what she had done.

Now, that comfort was dashed to pieces the moment Macha locked eyes with her former friend. The possibility of Paisley being Avoxed rather than killed alongside her parents was non-zero, yes, but it was so small that Macha hadn't even thought to consider it, let alone the odds of them crossing paths again.

Not to mention the way Paisley had looked at Macha –– not with hatred, which would have been easy enough to stomach, but with sadness.

Take a breath, said the voice of her father. You can't let your emotions get the better of you. You'll give everything away if you do.

Macha closed her eyes.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out.

Macha opened her eyes, slightly more relaxed.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Macha looked up to find Caden approaching her with the girl from Ten on his heels. She faked a smile and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied. "Just needed some water is all. Negative on the boy from Seven by the way."

"Yeah, I figured," said Caden flippantly. "He seemed like kind of an ass, not going to lie. I was able to get this one to join us." He motioned to the girl from Ten, who looked almost bored.

"Glad to have you with us," Macha said. "I'm Macha, District Two. And you're…" She found herself having to think about it for a moment, "Dawn, right? From District Ten."

"Last I checked," Dawn replied, extending a hesitant hand towards Macha, who shook it firmly.

"Honestly, I'm okay with Seven not being with us," Caden reflected. "He has the crazy eyes"

I think we all do at this point.

"I think Beckett wanted to hit up some more training dummies," Caden went on. "You want to join?"

"I'll be there in a minute," said Macha. "I need to hydrate."

"Alright, well, I'll head over." Caden gave a half-hearted wave before walking off. Dawn started to follow, but Macha gave her a half-hearted smile. "You want to hang here for a bit? Get some water?"

Dawn stared at Macha for a moment, her eyes full of distrust. Macha rolled her eyes and widened her smile in an attempt to act friendly. "Relax," she said. "I can't poison you yet."

This earned her an amused snort out of Dawn. "Alright," she said as she sat down next to her and took a water bottle from one of the attendants.

"So why did you invite me to the Career pack?" Dawn asked.

"You look like you can handle yourself in a fight," Macha replied. "Same with Gideon and ... I think his name is Jann?"

Dawn nodded. "Sounds right. And yeah, I suppose you can say that." She sighed. "I was going to be a Peacekeeper. Would have enlisted yesterday."

Damn, Macha thought. That's bad luck.

"I'm…sorry," she found herself saying. "I really am."

Dawn looked surprised at this answer. "Thank you," she replied. "I…I guess this means I can serve my country another way?"

"That's one way of looking at it," Macha replied. "Look, I'm not stupid. I know that people in Ten don't see the Games the same way us Twos do. But I can tell you have a good head on your shoulders. I think you'll fit in with us quite nicely."

Dawn nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think I would. I think I'm going to head to the training dummies now."

"I'll join you," said Macha. She was eager to banish Paisley from her mind, and perhaps, she was also eager to see where this potential friendship went.

Amoransia "Ansi" Pitch, 16, District 12 Female

Ansi's twenty-four hours in Capitol custody had left her with a bittersweet taste in her mouth thus far.

Sweet because for once, she wasn't hungry, she was clean, and she was comfortable. She didn't have to endure hot days and cold nights without a roof to shield her from the elements. It reminded her of the days before she and her brother left home, back when she felt the love of her parents and thought it was unconditional.

Of course, it was the memory of her former life that made it all bitter. That, and the fact that it would all come to an end with what would likely be her gruesome demise.

As much as Ansi hated to lose hope, she knew that she'd be going into the arena with a target on her back since Kaia had won last year. Amoransia Pitch was no stranger to combat. Years on the streets required her to learn quickly to fight off those who would steal from her or hurt her. However, she lacked the amount of training that these six fully trained fighters had.

And by the way they looked at her, they saw not Ansi, but yet another potentially strong outlier volunteer, a threat.

No, the odds of her getting out of the arena alive were almost nonexistent, but Ansi refused to simply lie down and die.

Her hand wrapped around the hilt of a dagger, and determination swelled within her.

"Why, hello there!"

Ansi jumped and whipped around, eyes wide at the sudden visitor, and found herself face to face with the long-haired boy from Eight. He wore a cocky yet charming smile, and his eyes glinted with something ... dark.

A potential threat.

"Hello," Ansi managed to get out. "May I help you?"

The boy chuckled. "Nah, just wanted to talk. Jann Cotton, District Eight. And you are?"

"Amoransia Pitch, District Twelve," Ansi replied, offering her hand. Jann shook it firmly. "You may call me Ansi, though, if you wish."

Jann nodded. "Ansi, it is then. Listen, I'm just going to get straight to the point here." He lowered his voice significantly as he led Ansi away. "Would you like to team up?"

Ansi blinked. "You ... want to team up with me?"

"Of course. You seem capable, you volunteered like I did, and well, it wouldn't be the first time an Eight and a Twelve joined forces."

Ansi frowned, conflicted. On one hand, there was something off about this boy. He was clearly dangerous. On the other, it was unwise to make an enemy out of someone as dangerous as him. Not to mention he would likely provide protection from the Careers, which would significantly advance her life expectancy.

Ansi sighed. "Alright, we can be allies. Do you have any ideas of how we're going to approach the Games? You seem to have one."

Jann grinned. "As a matter of fact, I do. However, it will require some effort on your end."

"Alright?" Ansi raised an eyebrow, in awe at this boy's tone.

"You seem discreet. Do you think you can do some spying for me? Then we can meet up after training. I have a plan. Oh, and don't be open about the fact that we're allies."

If Ansi was confused before, she was completely and utterly perplexed now. "May I ask why?"

Jann's grin widened, and Ansi, not for the first time, wondered what exactly was going on inside of this boy's head. "You'll see. For now, talk to the girl from Three, see if she's capable. If she is, invite her in. I'll do some scoping around, then I'll do some showboating, and then the real fun begins."

Then, Jann was gone and Ansi was left wondering what had just happened.

Alliances:

The Careers – Safira, Caden, Macha, Zhenya, Becket, Dawn

The Chaos Crew – Rhys, Viorica

The Power "Couple" – Leonie, Vaughn

Flower Power 2: Blossom Boogaloo – Jann, Cordy, Ansi

The Dream Team: Hendrix, Blanca

Phew! It's done! I know it's super long, but I figured this way we'd cut down on the number of chapters. This will probably be my last update for a while, as I will be gearing up for VE. I'll try to get ahead on some POVs, but it'll be a couple of months before the next chapter goes out. Until then, so long everybody!