Cornucopia: The Sequel

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WHO| Everyone going back to the Cornucopia
WHAT| Picking on the leftovers. Who lives? Who dies? Who looks exceptionally smashing in their Tribute unforms?
WHEN| Two days in
WHERE| The Cornucopia.
WARNING/NOTES| Violence! Possible salty language!


Max made slow headway toward the Cornucopia. Even while her genetic enhancements were being suppressed, she still had sharp eyes and could move with great stealth. Pausing, she half turns while keeping her eyes on the area to murmur to the others with her.

"Lottie, you and Tony think you can manage to collect some things? Don and I will keep an eye on you both."

She sees a spot that looks like it might be clear for a snatch and grab and gestures that she intends to move forward unless her team tries to stop her.

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[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko sucked in several greedy breaths. It hurt but at the moment breathing was wonderful enough that she didn't care. Her throat quickly rebelled however and she was forced to slow down, tentatively bringing a hand to her neck to feel the for herself, staring glassily beyond Eliot. If she was hurt anywhere else the throbbing in her throat drowned out anything else, so when she felt up to it she met Eliot's eyes and shook her head, the thought of more pain scaring her off any attempt to speak just then.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed quietly. Good. This was no time and place to have to bandage any major wounds. He put an arm around Momoko's shoulder, helping her to her feet, before looking over to Ariadne.

"Can you carry both bags? We need to get out of here before someone else decides this is a good time to pick a fight."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko's hand reached out before she even realized it, snatching up the bag they'd gone to all of this trouble for and holding it to her chest with one arm. Perhaps she wasn't thinking all that clearly at the moment, but she definitely wasn't taking the risk of having gone through all of that for nothing and allowing someone else, even someone she trusted, however useless that word was in practice, to hold onto their hard-won supplies was simply not something she could allow.