Tiberius Germaine

Task 004

Task 002

Task 001

You should be a pirate!

You like to have some fun with Halloween. It’s your time to put on a character, talk in a funny voice, and demand as much candy as humanly possible. That’s why you should be a pirate: thievin’ on the high seas of sugar!

Now that offer caught Trixie’s attention. She hummed as she snuggled back into the bed and her lover’s warmth. “I suppose I could be persuaded to join you in a shower.” She murmured, pressing a kiss to KyAnne’s upper arm. “But what’s this favor you speak of?” She questioned.

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Raven could feel her breath and heartrate slowly becoming regular again. “If she wanted something really out there then she should have put Sponsors in the Arena.” She muttered under her breath. Raven pushed herself up out of the pool and grabbed a towel that was offered to her by an Avox. “Do you think there only being twelve Tributes is an advantage or disadvantage?” She asked as she toweled herself off.

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KyAnne couldn’t help but chuckle at the girl’s words. She stepped back from the edge of the pool when Raven made it out of the pool. “It could go either way. Either only twelve tributes there’s less competition. Less competition means that perhaps the sponsors will be a little more willing to sponsor tributes. The games might end sooner too.” Less deaths to gegt through would surely relate to a short games, right?

“Well I guess I’m fucked if it’s a water Arena.” Raven rested her arms on the side of the pool as she tried to catch her breath. “What do you think the Arena will be?” She pushed herself up to sit on the edge of the pool. “There was water last year, they wouldn’t do water again, right?”

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“I doubt it.” She agreed with the teenager. “But there’s also a brand new head gamemaker so who knows what she will do.” She was quiet a moment, sitting baclk out of reach of the water. “Whatever she has decided on, I’m sure it’ll be something very out there. Valeria needs to make a name for herself.”

Trixie laughed softly when KyAnne pulled her in. She wasn’t going to complain and pressed a kiss to the blondes shoulder. “And training begins at seven.” She whispered, unable to keep her fingers from returning to Ky’s bare skin under the covers. “And I need to shower and eat before having to deal with the pompous little ass I brought with me.”

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“And I have a shower you could use... better yet use with me.” She murmured with a soft tease as goose flesh raised in a trail left by Trixie’s fingers. “But fine... if you insist on leaving. I need a favor first though.”

Hearing her name, Raven tried to slow her motions enough to find the source. She reached a hand out towards KyAnne’s but wasn’t able to grab it as she slipped under the water momentarily. Pushing her head back above water, Raven tried to use the foam board to support herself and kick towards her Mentor at the poolside. It took work but Raven was able to reach up and grab KyAnne’s hand. Panting she looked up at the women. “I didn’t…I didn’t think it would be that hard.” She had watched some other Tribute in the pool earlier that had made swimming look so easy.

KyAnne was about to call for help when Raven finally came within reach. She pulled the girl even closer until she would have been able to hold onto the side of the wall. “I’m over forty years old and I don’t know how to swim.” And she’d given up learning long ago, sticking to the shallow end of Trixie’s pool rather than trying to learn any longer. 

Trixie looked over, thankful KyAnne had found her again. Having Andy bring up the blonde had caused Trixie’s muscles to tense and they had yet to relax. They started too with KyAnne next to her though and she dropped her arm to her side, quietly reaching for KyAnne’s hand in between their bodies. “That’s good. I’m glad she went down without much of a fuss.” Val had only recently begun fighting sleep if one of her moms wasn’t there to rock her to sleep. 

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KyAnne mirrored Trixie’s body, her own arms untangling from where they were crossed in front of her to take the younger woman’s hand in her own, joined hands hidden by the layers of fabric she wore. “As am I.” She murmured in agreement. She could tell Trixanna was stressed about something though. “You okay, Trix?” 

Vix nodded. She hated that she knew she had to tell her story for them to resonate with her, she hated that she had to even put her daughters name out there, but if she wanted any chance of making it back, she knew she had to play the game. “Have you any skills you can teach me?”

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As Lysander had still been in charge of the Games, only unofficially and without the pedestal, he frowned lightly as the woman gave her feedback. He wasn’t outraged, though overprotectiveness over his work did strike. Most of all, he needed to know details. “Out of hand how?” he inquired, actually needing to know.

“Well I’m not going to give any of my secrets away, that’s the first thing I plan to do” Vix replied, she’d watched a lot of victors win purely because nobody expected them to be a threat. “What’s your advice?”

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