task 10. the interview
Mercuria had never been much of a talker. But to have to face the entirety of Panem after her private training? With a two? How was she meant to put a face to that score? Or a voice? It was unfathomable.
She felt the eyes of the nation on her as she stepped onto the stage. Her outfit, while certainly more glamorous than her parade outfit, was still on theme - dirty, sparkly reminders of the nothing she came from. What was she going to say - the shadow of the great Meta Morphic? What did she have to contribute?
"Everyone welcome Mercuria Trout," Calix purred. "Please, come, sit down." Maybe it was just her, but she felt like the applause was muted, hushed, less than the others she had heard from backstage. But it wasn't impossible that she was projecting her own insecurities onto the crowd. Maybe they were... maybe they were what? Actually glad to see her throw herself into death's open arms?
As she strode across the stage, each step felt like her feet dragged deeper and deeper into the floor. Bramble and Nettle flashed through her head. Slate. She couldn't say anything. But then what would she say? What could she say? She had never been good at lying. So then, she would have to find the truth somewhere.
She sank into the overly plush seat beside Calix, and mercifully remembered to force a smile on to her face. It probably looked as pained as it felt. She simply nodded in response to his greeting, unable to form words at the moment. But that would have to come to a head soon. She'd have to figure it out.
"So, Ms. Trout..." Calix's voice was like poisonous honey. "You know we have to start with the obvious. Why did you Volunteer?" Mercuria's blood ran icy; of course he would be starting with easily the worst question. Her fake face fell, and she could feel the cameras zoom in even more on her face.
"Uh." Strong start, Mercuria. Strong start. She looked to Calix, but his eyes gave her no support, no warmth. Nothing at all. She blinked back her nervousness and began again. "Uh, well. Thing is in Twelve, you know someone's gonna get drawn. And thing is, I don't have mucha anything to lose. And some o' those people back home, they have a lotta things to lose. So I figure... I guess this is my little way of givin' back to Twelve. Take someone's place who doesn't need ta worry about it. At least not for another six months."
"So it has nothing to do with Slate Flint?" Calix shot back, hardly letting the last sound of her voice finish before his question was out.
She shook her head. "Nah. Didn't even really know 'im 'til the train ride. I mean, I'd prob'ly seen him once or twice before. But he ain't anything special to me."
"Indeed," Calix mused. "Nothing special at all. So tell us, then. What's been your favorite part of the Capitol so far?" A snaky smile traced his lips. Mercuria shuddered. What an easy transition it was for him. As if she should have a favorite part.
"Uh." God, she needed to find a better way to start any of her thoughts. "I dunno, I guess."
"If you had to pick something."
"I dunno. Not much to like 'round here." Her tone took the slightest bit of edge, and Calix's eyes narrowed the slightest bit.
"Not much indeed, I suppose, coming from where you come from. Isn't she charming, folks? So down to earth." The sea of faceless audiences members barked out polite laughter as if on cue. Mercuria started to feel sick to the stomach. They were only two questions in, but she felt something on the horizon. She felt like he was controlling this in a way she couldn't stop.
"That's fine, Ms. Trout. We don't have to spend too much time on the Capitol. Tell us about the Arena. You have a plan?"
Mercuria recoiled. "No?" she replied, confused. "A plan? For th'Arena?"
"Well certainly you're planning on winning."
Mercuria blinked. She couldn't let on that she had any plan other than that, of course. It was like he knew. It was like he was trying to get her to say it.
"Oh. I mean. Yeah. We all do, I guess. But when my plan was just to keep someone else outta the Arena, I guess I don't put too much stock in my own shot."
"And did it work?"
Mercuria's brow furrowed. "Did what work?"
"Your plan. To keep someone out of the Arena."
"Yes," she lied. "Someone got spared this time."
"I see." Calix smiled, his eyes boring into her skull. The cameras felt claustrophobic around her. "Tell me, Mercuria, is there anyone you're worried about in the Arena? Any rivalries those of us on the outside should keep our eyes on?"
"What do you mean?" She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"I just mean, sometimes the outer Districts rub people the wrong way. They make enemies. And that can be very entertaining for us to watch - all those little storylines playing out."
"I don't think so," she replied, her voice a little shaky.
"Really?" Calix pressed. "Helios, perhaps? Or Ezra, from Two? What about the pair from Four? They are quite formidable. I just finished talking to them not moments ago. And they were talking about you."
"Are... are they?" Her voice quivered. Certainly this was a trap, a trick, a lie. But what if they were talking about her? After all, she had plotted with Bramble and Nettle. Who was to say they weren't plotting against her?
Calix sat back in his chair, an easy smile on his lips. "Well, no matter about that. Tell us about the friends, then. Who will you be relying upon in the Arena?"
Finally, a question she felt she could answer. "Nettle," she said, nodding. "And I guess Bramble by extension."
"Not Slate?"
"And Slate."
"I see."
Mercuria's eyes widened. Had she slipped? Had she said something she wasn't supposed to? She stuttered out, trying to explain.
"Just 'cuz she was - Nettle, I mean - she was nice to me. In training."
Calix held up a hand to stop her. "You don't have to explain your reasoning to me. But there you have it folks, little Ms. Mercuria Trout will be relying on the pair from Eleven to help her and Slate Flint. Let's hear it if you think they will go far!"
It was perhaps the quietest Mercuria had heard the polite applause, but perhaps that was her projecting again.
"Well, that's all the time we have together, Mercuria. Thank you so much for your time."




















