#nova.interactions

Nova had been worried sick over the past few days, wanting desperately to reach out to Cricket, to make sure she was sleeping, eating, exercising, doing everything that she could to increase her chances of winning the games. But she knew better than to reach out more than she should. The more often she tried to make contact, the more they risked getting caught for so much more than just talking. There was too much history there, too much to get caught for, but after a couple of days, she needed to check in with her again. So, she sent an avox with a note, a page ripped out of one of the picture books they used to read together. It depicted a fairy godmother and a princess, sitting on the top balcony of the castle. She was sure that Cricket would pick up that it met for Cricket to meet her on the roof of the building, her favorite place in the city. It was calming, to see the city at rest during the nighttime, plus the wind would foil anyone trying to overhear their conversation. She paced on the roof, her head turning when she heard the door opening. “Thank you for meeting me here, I just had to check in on you.” // starter for @cricketlowry 

The ball seemed to be going on longer than the Presidential Ball had. Maybe it was because the room was emptier, maybe it was because she was so worried about everyone else who was stuck in the Districts, but whatever the reason was, it was eating her alive. She needed additional help to get her through the evening and to keep up the persona for that long, so she sat at the bar, ordering a rum and coke, and tapping her fingers on the bar, trying desperately to take her mind off of every worry she had. // starter for @hermesmagnifico

There was a mixed feeling of pride and disgust that boiled inside her when she saw her creations on display. The crowns had been someone else’s idea, had stirred up first in a different person’s brain, but then it had fallen on Nova to program them and make them work in the ways that had originally been envisioned. It was a task that she had completed, though it made her feel sick to her stomach just thinking about it. The remaining three were reacting to the scene in front of them, and Nova turned away from the television screens, bumping in to someone as she did. “Oh gosh,” she began, “I’m sorry. Coordination was never really my forte.”