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Who| Momoko and Open
What| Momoko's alone and bored
Where| Her camp with Don (and Dean?) in a crevasse not too far from the Cornucopia
When| A day or so after the first day
Warnings| None so far

Of all the emotions Momoko felt in the arena, boredom always took her by surprise. Last time it had been overshadowed by the sickness and her growing apathy; now, she had nothing to distract her from it. Even Don was gone for the moment, out scouting, leaving on her staunch promise to stay safe.

Well, she was never the most truthful of people, and anyway, it must be just as boring for the viewers, which was always a concern. Not to mention it would be easier to keep watch when she could actually see. With all these excuses flitting through her head she drew herself up out of the crevasse with some difficulty.

She'd actually tried to train this time, but a few weeks could only do so much and Momoko let herself lie flat for a long moment to catch her breath before she sat up to survey her surroundings.

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"I think most of us have thought about doing that in here at one time or another," he admitted honestly. Most of the time it came down to where he preferred to be, and the rare times it came to mind, Alex found he'd rather be in the Arena. Because it was more familiar than the twisted way things were in the Capitol.

"It was the earthquake that got me, last time, mostly. I broke my leg and then something attacked me. I was so sick I can't really remember what it even was."

"It's a sensible option," agreed Momoko. "Although not if everyone tries it, of course."

She shuddered, hoping the parka hid the movement. "I died in an earthquake once too. My first time. I think they just like using earthquakes. I don't remember there being monsters last time, though, aside from what happened to Don."

"I'm not sure what it was. All I know is it was bigger than me and had sharp teeth." He shook his head as if to wave off the memory, fragmented as it was. "What do you mean though, 'what happened to Don'?"

"He turned into a monster," she said, like she was talking about the weather. "I'm not sure why, he doesn't like to talk about it. The Capitol did something, I guess, and he turned big and green with, huh, sharp teeth. Maybe he killed you too." That would be something of a coincidence.

Alex frowned. The memory was hazy between the pain from his broken leg and the effects of the radiation sickness, but it had been green, the creature that had attacked him. "Maybe. But I didn't get a good enough look to say one way or another. Maybe the Capitol put something into the Arena part way through, maybe it was Don. But it was last Arena."

Still, maybe when he got out of this Arena, he'd sit down and look at the footage. He'd been avoiding it so far, but it might be better to look. Especially if the Capitol was doing experiments on the Tributes. Which, at this point, Alex wouldn't put past them.

Momoko shrugged. "He's a really good fighter, I wouldn't recommend trying to get revenge or something," she advised, the thought occurring that Alex might try to attack her if he wanted revenge on Don. She patted her parka absently, checking for the comforting weight of the knife.

"I'm not the revenge sort," Alex replied honestly. "It never seems to go well for the people that seek it." He notes the way she pats her parka though. "You know, you totally give away your weapon's location when you do that."

Momoko flushed and pointedly moved her hand away. "Maybe I want you to know I'm armed. I'm hardly threatening without it." She sniffed. "Good, about the revenge. It's a stupid concept, especially here."