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[libertin]

Who| Courfeyrac & You!
What| Do you wanna build a barricade? Because Courfeyrac does.
Where| The Little Meadow
When| Week 2, after the snow and the tiger attacks are over.
Warnings/Notes| Free for all! You can make your own threads if you like!

The fresh fallen snow gave Courfeyrac a bright idea. Being dressed properly for the weather and able bodied this time around, it occurred to him that he was in a proper condition to build a structure out of snow. Having found shelter in the woods and in various locations until then, he was satisfied with the consistency of the snow to complete the task. He set out for the smaller of the two meadows, and with only his gloved hands as tools, he began to construct a fortress. Of course, the work would be easier had he companions to join in the task…

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Later in the evening, as the sun begins to set, the snow barricade begins to truly take shape. Large enough to accommodate it's builders, and a few more, it stands proud and serene in the meadow, both beckoning others to investigate and standing as a symbol of Tributes united. Don't fuck with the barricade, or these guys will fuck you up.

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[libertin]

Darcy's voice is muffled enough that her words are obscured, but he can hear her voice and so turns to face the bounding bundle bouncing his way. She is a sight, wrapped up like a little roll, covered head to foot in a protective layer or two. It all brings a smirk to Courfeyrac's face as he slowly lets the snow in his hands fall haphazardly to the ground.

"It is not a fort. It is a barricade. For you see, I am not a soldier, my dear. I am a citizen." He reaches out to take one of her gloved hands, to kiss it. "However did you find me, Darcy? It seems to have been weeks since last I laid eyes on you."

At the cornucopia, or so he recalled. They'd wound up in different directions. Perhaps that was for the best.

[tasermaiden]

Even through the scarf and the parka, the sound of her slightly flattered giggle is obvious. Which...wow, giggling, way to go Darcy. She reaches up with her unoccupied hand to pull her scarf down from where it's covering her nose and mouth so that she can actually be understood.

"I decided to meander a bit. You can only chill in a cave with the Avengers for so long before it starts to get boring." Really, if she had to see that blond kid draw anymore stupid comics on the wall, she was going to lose her shit.

Really, a little part of her regrets not chasing after Courfeyrac and instead trying to beeline for Thor (not like that did her much good). The fact of the matter was that she knew Courfeyrac had been okay since the last Arena, Thor...well, not so much.

"So, do you want help building this? Or is this one of those weird 'taking a level in hermitage, must build it alone' sort of things?"

[libertin]

She was rather charming all on her own, giggling and all. It had been ages since he'd spent any length of time with a girl who cared to giggle. Even his beloved Max, who in her youth had hung on his every word lacked the capacity for giggling. Darcy was, in this manner, fresh and new and dazzling for him.

"You must take me for a fool if you think I should ever decline such an offer. Besides, we have so many things to catch up on. You must tell me of all that you have seen in this Arena in the time that we were apart."

With that, he welcomed her to join him in the further construction of one of the support walls.

[tasermaiden]

Darcy beamed at him, practically trailing at his footsteps as she followed him to one of the wall-in-progress of his fort barricade. Darcy had, at times, prided herself for the fact that she wasn't the type of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, that she could be cool and composed and above it all.

Which was bullshit, really, but that fact alone made her glad that it was cold enough to make her look red as hell or else her blush would be painfully obvious and it would be embarrassing for all involved. (Or just for her.)

"I should've known your answer then, since I have a strict 'no fools' policy." Not really, but that's definitely a good policy to consider enforcing once she gets home. "I haven't been doing much, mostly hanging around in a cave and laying low. The most exciting things that've happened were sharing fish and a campfire with a hobo and watching this kid draw some of the worst Avengers fanart I've ever seen." She shrugged, gathering up some of the snow on the ground. "How about you? You're bound to've had more exciting adventures than me."

[libertin]

"Avengers?" He gave her a quick questioning look. He'd heard all manner of strange nicknames in this place, but it was difficult for him to keep track of who was who and which alliances fell where. As he packed some snow into the fall, he wondered who in their right mind would call themselves something so petty as an avenger. Weren't there more pressing matters in the world besides the quest for vengeance?

Shaking his head a little, he looked back at the snow fort in progress. "I have been hiding out, mostly. Until recently, I was quite lacking in supplies. It's been a rough go of things without much in the way of food or weaponry. Thus the barricade, you see. I ought to compensate somehow, no?" With that, he smiled cheekily.

[tasermaiden]

"They're a superhero team from back home," she says with a little laugh. "Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor. You know, most of them? They protect the planet and all that stuff." And she's resisting to point out that she's totally gotten to help Thor and it was awesome and terrifying. Of course, that means bringing up Thor and she has no clue where he is, even though she knows he's alive after seeing him at the Cornucopia.

"I wish I knew, I would've tried bringing you to the cave," she grins up at him, following his lead with the construction process. "Lucky for you, I have some weapons." If anyone could really call a taser a weapon. Though she did have a sweet ass knife, so there was always that. "Though a snowicade works too."

[libertin]

He was familiar with the men, though he did not know them very well. It was a passing recognition, the kind the comes only from a year of experience in the Games. Perhaps he ought to pay them more mind in the future. Perhaps it would serve him well to know these people and be able to call upon them.

Courfeyrac looked over her work, nodding in approval. “How is it that you fell in with a party of… what did you call them? Superheroes? What an odd turn of phrase that is."

“That is very lucky for me, isn’t it?” He’d no idea what a taser was, nor how he might deploy one until his arrival in Panem. Having a bonafide taser-maiden in his presence was certainly a stroke of good fortune.