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Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"

OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.

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"What do you mean, new people? I could tell I was a little late, but how long have the rest of you been fighting here?" he asks, kind of hoping the gravity would go off.

"We've only really been here for a week or so, baby. The Capitol just has a tendency to bring in new tributes at odd times mostly." She won't comment much beyond that, better to play nice with the ever watchful Capitol than poke at it with a stick.

"I see. You'd think they'd drop us all in at the same time," he says, "I didn't expect the arena to be so large. I was thinking it'd be over in a day or two at most. I'm practically starving already."

Given that he hadn't been here long he certainly wasn't starving, but it felt that way to someone who had never missed a meal in his life unless he was sick.

"I guess it gives them a bit of surprise and challenge to these arenas-?" She speculates with a flash of a frown. Milla can't really connect with the mindset of the Capitol honestly. She eventually settles back onto the floor, levitation forgone for now.

"Ah, poor dear." She reaches out to gently pat Dandy's arm comfortingly. "The food is very scarce as far as I've seen, so you're going to really need to hunt around."

"They should really give us more food, if they want us to be in top shape. I won't be at my best when I'm hungry," he says.

He doesn't move away as she pats his arm. It's a welcome gesture, really. He still isn't used to being on his own, although he is a bit puzzled. "You're being awfully nice to me. Aren't you supposed to kill me?"

"That is apparently 'half the fun' for this kind of situation apparently." Milla shrugs a little, her tone as non judgemental as she can make it. She's not particularly happy about this, but isn't going to vocally broadcast that with all eyes on them. "I'm certain there are some dried food packets around here somewhere."

"Technically yes. I'd much rather avoid it for now."

"Hm," he says, pondering the food situation a bit before trying to forget about it, "Aren't you worried I'm going to attack you? I'm very dangerous, you know."

Very dangerous, but not exactly making any sudden moves, or doing anything other than looking like a lost child.

"I certainly don't doubt it." There is no pity, mocking or doubt in her features when she says this. Milla is taking Dandy's word seriously enough. "But, I'd much rather just talk than fight you, dear."

"What is there to talk about?" he says, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, you can always tell me about yourself, darling. This is the first time I've met you." It'll give Milla time to really debate whether killing Dandy is something she should do or not. So far she's much rather just explore than go for any out right fights.

"About me?" he says, thinking on that for a moment. Most people just wanted him to shut up about himself.

"I'm Dandy, I'm from Florida, I can sing, dance, and act, and I'm going to be the biggest star the world has ever seen someday."

"A star-? Really?" There is no cynicism or mockery, just genuine curiosity on hand. "Goodness, I hope you can get just that, baby. I know I've always wanted to be on TV myself. I've just always been too busy to make it happen."

"Of course. I'm positively destined for stardom, don't I look like it?" he says, striking his best movie star pose, "Of course mother never allowed it. But she isn't here, so I can do what I want now."