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Cana would be going through the very same, so she sent a text to her sister and made her way to their favourite little Capitol cafe for coffee and desserts. She chose a table on the patio to allow Peach a little snooze beneath her seat, and was tracking Games updates on her phone. Cana’s arrival startled her a little, and she greeted her older sister. “How are you holding up?” she asked quickly. What had been done to poor Geof Carr was simply ghastly. // closed for @tos-cana

NADYA VASILIEV // INTERVIEW ATTIRE

Nadya happily let the little puppy licked her fingers. There were not a lot of dogs in her neighbourhood and sometimes she would run into guard dogs as she hunted for clues, but this little gal looked too precious to be one of those kinds of dogs. “What’s her name?” Nadya asked, her voice soft as she looked at the dog. 

Sometimes she didn’t feel like she had too much beauty on the inside. All she felt was fear or sadness because the lighter parts of her were locked away. But, today, she wanted to make the effort to unlock the lighter part of her. “Well, you did a good job. And it made my insides feel beautiful, which doesn’t happen as much anymore.” 

“Her name is Peach,” Umbrielle declared. Her eyes may as well have been heart-shaped with the amount of pride she already had for her dog. Peach was sweet enough (pun intended) to have captured her heart in a matter of weeks. And how could she not! Peach was proving to be the sweetest and the smartest pup she’d ever met. 

Umbrielle reached forward to hug the girl, unable to hold back her urge to pull the girl closer. “And that’s why I do what I do,” Umbrielle added as she pulled back from the hug. “Exactly that. Now, while I have you, come in for a second.” She waved Nadya into her temporary office, and invited her to sit on the sofa beside her. “Do you have any requests for the interviews? Of course, I have final say, but I like you to be comfortable,” she added.

“Come here you little fur ball.” Cambric said with a laugh as he bend down to pet the pup. “She’s sure the cutest little thing. The Capitol is going to have a new favorite, guess I better find a new job.” He joked. As a matter of fact, Cambric wouldn’t mind a little less attention while at the Capitol. After a while, it just got old.

There was no doubt the puppy would be spoiled rotten with all of them. “It’s okay, she’s just our baby that’s all.” None of them had kids so Peach could be their fill in. A lot of the other Victors had children and now they would just have a fur baby.

Umbri clasped her hands with joy at the vision of Cambric playing happily with Peach. There was no one, so far, who Peach hadn’t been able to charm. It was her first trick, even, being able to snuggle her way into everyone’s hearts. “She has a lot of competition, there are many cute pets around,” she laughed. “But I think she’s the cutest.”

She nodded, smiling as Peach licked politely at Cambric’s fingers. “I personally think puppies are a bit more fun than babies, really,” she admitted. “But perhaps that’s just me not quite being ready for kids myself.”

TASK 009 // TV TROPES

First World Problems: Umbrielle knows that kids killing each other isn’t ideal, but she’ll also still complain about failed fashion trends, outfit mishaps, or the tabloids when none of that really matters.

Spoiled Sweet: Despite coming from a well-off family and having a ton of privilege, Umbrielle’s kindness is genuine, and she wants to help and support everyone she meets.

Statuesque Stunner: At 5′11, Umbrielle is basically the definition of a statuesque stunner.

Everything’s Better with Sparkles: In addition to dressing her tributes in soft vintage looks, Umbrielle feels that there isn’t much that glitter can’t fix, and loves applying it to her Games styling as well as to her own looks.

‘  GOOD IDEA,    perhaps i’ll beat you to it. ’    rubin was always looking for new things to do during the off time from the games.   though of course,   he would never really steal anyone's idea,   probably.    so he laughed his own comment off,   ‘ kidding of course.  that idea’s all yours honey.’  

rubin was cautious not to step on anything as umbrielle cleared a seat from him.    then he did what he always did when he was preparing to sit.   breath in,  straighten his skirt  & make sure he wasn’t flashing anyone.   sitting was so  TAXING  these days.    ‘ sounds wonderful!  can’t wait to see them in person.’   of course no one would outshine district one for the interviews.  rubin still had the parade fiasco to make up for.    he put his index finger to his cheek as he pondered the others question,    ‘  why not both? ’   he said,   looking over the designs.  ‘ if you can’t decide,   that’s always been my motto.   i could never decide black  &  white hair — so voila!.. ’   he gestured to his white-streaked black hair,    ‘ this happened. ’

“It could be a joint effort!” Umbrielle added with a bright smile. “Or perhaps we can do a collection with a bunch of our stylists. I’m sure Cana would love to design a little sleek outfit for a dog. We could have a big Hunger Games-slash-dog wear collection!” It was not uncommon for Umbrielle to get carried away on one of her ideas, and this was no different. The idea of a whole line of clothes just for pups like Peach, inspired by everyone’s styles: so much fun!

She nodded, considering his idea. “Hmm, alright,” she murmured to herself, adding a couple little details to her sketch using her stylus, examining the difference. “Maybe a jumpsuit with wider legs, giving it the illusion of a skirt. As long as it’s got that pastel palette, I might just try something new,” she agreed. “I, for one, love the hair. I’ve thought about adding a little lavender, just underneath. A little just peeking out.”

With training drawing to a close for the day soon, Johanna had decided to slip out of the training rooms early. Technically, she didn’t need to be there at all, she was giving up her free time to help her tributes due to the sheer incompetence of their trainers. Johanna was on her way back up to the Seventh floor when she encountered the small dog, frowning at its presence. She’d never had a dog growing up, and she wasn’t much of a dog person in adulthood, either. 

She only had to wonder who the puppy belonged to for a moment, before the owner came bounding after it, looking every bit like the kind of woman who would own this pup – Peach, she would soon learn. “I can imagine.”

“She’s a very smart girl,” she assured Johanna, scooping up the little pup and ruffling her fur as she settled Peach into her little bag. The puppy poked her head up above the opening of the bag, resting her chin on the edge with a satisfied sigh. “And she’s very friendly. She just wants to explore the whole Capitol, I think!” she added.

A realization hit her, then, and she giggled brightly at what she’d just put together. “How fun! Your floor is full of babies, and ours is full of puppies.” She clapped twice, gently for Peach’s sensitive ears. “Delightful!” She wasn’t sure the sullen mentor would find it as delightful as she did, but that had never stopped Umbrielle before.

Whisper was sitting, kneeling, as umbrielle’s whatever it was got more and more comfortable with her. She sat with a big smile plastered on her face, odd sounding giggles in the back of her throat. The thing liked her! She liked that fact very much.

and then she got the duty of patting the pup whenever she was on 8’s floor. Why, that had to be the best duty in awhile. She nodded, finally meeting umbri’s eyes in time to catch this wink.

she winked back, signing something she’d seen the d6 girl teaching capitolite a. It meant thank you, the girl had said.

Umbrielle smiled and nodded. “Of course,” she agreed, taking the girl’s thankful smile as a cue that whatever she was signing was kind. “I suppose you don’t get a chance to see many dogs, hm?” Other than the girl from Two, who had her service dog, and Satine’s little sunshine of a corgi, she didn’t imagine the Avox girl got much of a chance to see little joys like this. Things like dogs, like flowers, nice home decor, freshly baked cookies: they were deserved by everyone.

The idea that this girl didn’t get to experience them was just downright depressing.

Nadya needed to escape the training center. It was a bit too much after a while. The weapons, the survival, the crazy amount of people. Most importantly, the peacekeepers stationed discreetly around the room had not escaped Nadya’s attention. She wanted to bury her nose in the books at the edible plants station or the medicine station, but a breath of open space was needed first. 

She wandered for several minutes before a small little fluffy thing bounded into view. Nadya cocked her head in surprise, a smile forming as the puppy took a moment to take her in. Then Umbrielle also rounded the corner and the smile brightened. 

“She’ll have to teach me before I leave,” Nadya said, a little absent-mindedly, reaching towards the purse to give the puppy a pat. “Do you mind if I pet her?” 

Now, here was a person Nadya felt comfortable with letting her shield down with. Umbrielle might be a Capitolite, but she wasn’t at all the person in command of the Peacekeepers that had killed her mother - at least that’s where the evidence led. “I never got to thank you for the amazing costume you made me. It was exactly what I needed.” Nadya felt like it was exactly the kind of person she wanted to radiate in front of the sponsors. Intimidating and beautiful, even if that wasn’t who she wanted to be all the time anymore. 

“Of course!” Umbrielle exclaimed. “She’s very friendly and loves cuddles.” Peach licked at Nadya’s fingers, leaning her head into the girl’s hand. Umbrielle took the opportunity to pocket the piece of fabric that Peach had stolen, one of the scraps she was hoping to make her partner’s tie out of for the interviews.

Umbrielle was slightly surprised at the girl’s enthusiasm, but grinned brightly. “You can equally thank my sister, she helped inspire it,” Umbrielle admitted it. “But that’s always my goal with clothing! To make you feel good on the inside because you look lovely on the outside. Beauty is both inside and outside, right?” She smiled softly, still touched that Nadya loved her costume that much. It was a risk, with the knitting needles, but she was so thankful that the risk paid off.

Cambric was surprised by the little fur ball at his feet, but it was was cute at least. “You’re teaching her early,” he joked with a laugh. Things in their apartment were at least getting interesting this time around. Being in the Capitol always felt a little, sluggish and depressing, so Cambric found this bit of fresh air welcoming.

“So, should I aspect little the little fur ball dropping in on me all the time? You know because that would be so horrible.” Because who didn’t like a little cute puppy running around? Cambric was already smitten with the dog and he had just met it. “I always wanted a dog without you know the work of one. I can spoil her and then give her back to you.” He joked.

“I am,” she laughed. “She’ll be picking out your outfit colours before you know it. Such a smart girl, Peach!” she added. Peach sat down at Cambric’s feet, looking up at both of them with bright eyes. Her little tail twitched back and forth, ready to pounce once again.

Umbrielle nodded. “Once she’s fully potty-trained, she’ll have the run of the suite!” she promised. “Sometimes she needs a reminder when it’s time to go outside still, and I certainly don’t want her to cause a mess upstairs! I think with everyone upstairs, she’ll be properly spoiled,” she agreed. That was Umbrielle’s favourite part about having Peach for the Games: she was a way to bring her little District Eight family together.

OH A PUPPY!   &  here rubin was thinking that he was the  cutest  one in the tower that day.    he took in the scenario,    spotting umbrielle on the couch surrounded by swatches that meant one thing:   she was a busy woman.  knowing that interviews were vastly approaching,  it was hardly surprising.   there was part of rubin that didn’t want to interrupt.  however it appeared that her dog  ( or who he assumed was her dog )  had already done that.

‘ it’s not real fur! ’   he held his hands up in defence,   looking down at the dog.  perhaps that was it,    the reason the dog had stopped right in front of him:   he thought he was wearing a relative.    rubin looked up to meet umbrielle,   assuming that he didn’t need to introduce himself.   she picked up the dog,   a half-apology on her lips.   ‘ it’s okay,  i get on with everyone,  including animals. ’

he stepped in to the room further,   looking for a spot to sit but eventually just deciding to stand.   ‘ someone’s working hard. ’   he lifted his eyes to look over the various swatched,  subtly .     a smile formed on his lips as he moved a few swatches to look at them all,  ‘ oh cute! what kind of look are you going for this year? ’   

Umbrielle’s laugh rang out across the room at Rubin’s voice, as she approached her dog and her fellow stylist. Peach looked curiously at the new person, happy to sit in her little carrying bag and watch him from afar, tail wagging all the while. “She’s a happy girl, she loves everyone,” Umbrielle confirmed. “Perhaps my next project will be a fashion line for dogs.”

The half-sketched designs were scattered about, and Umbrielle carefully gathered up some of her work to allow Rubin a place to sit. “I am!” she agreed. “And thank you! I’m going back to my roots, very soft and vintage, especially for Nadya. Toscana inspired the parade, but the interviews are 100% Umbrielle-only content.” Umbrielle opened her tablet to show Rubin the looks she was trying out. “I’m just not sure if I want to put her in a jumpsuit, like this kind of sketch, or a more classic tea-length skirt. What do you think?”

Whisper nodded, hesitantly. Was she about to be reported for something? It wouldn’t be the first time. But she smiled (whisper could tell she was happy in her voice) and the urge to look back. At least she wasn’t trying to get her to talk, that was super against the rules. But the urge to meet the capitolite- umbrielle’s (such a capitol name) eyes was quelled by the fluffy creature who was barking around their feet.

he was cute, but so completely foreign to her the girl that she very slowly kneeled down to pet the pup. She had no idea what a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel was. But it was fluffy and barky and very very C U T E. So eventually she reached out, although nervous, and petted him. She was real gentle, careful not to hurt the little thing. But a big smile grew on her lips at the feeling, ever so slowly.

whatever a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel was, she liked it very much.

Umbrielle watched as Peach sniffed at the Avox girl’s fingers, eventually licking them with her tiny tongue and hopping back and forth, pouncing and playing the way puppies do. It was nice, to see one of the Avoxes smiling. It didn’t happen often, and Umbrielle was a firm believer in the fact that even though someone may have done something wrong to become Avoxes, it didn’t mean they had to lead miserable, horrible lives. They deserved to enjoy puppies and enjoy life.

“I think she likes you,” she said gently. “You can visit her whenever you’d like, when you’re working upstairs with us. If it’s a problem with the Avox coordinator to let you do that, then I’ll just say it’s one of your tasks for Eight’s floor. To make sure that she gets plenty of pats.” She smiled, a little twinkle in her eye. Umbrielle was not opposed to making up tasks to give the Avoxes a moment. She’d asked Avoxes to sample cookies, or to ‘model’ sweaters on cold days, all under the disguise of being required servant tasks. 

Whisper had an equally deer In headlights expression. That was an.animal. With a little piece of fabric in its mouth. A small, fluffy, adorable, but very unframiliar animal. She just froze, on her way to her shift at the 8 suite, and stared. What was it? She stared, wide eyed, as it barked around her legs.

then a woman came around the corner, scrambling after it. She vaguely remembered seeing this lady’s face before. Capitolite. She quickly lowered her gaze, trying to hide her confusion and surprise at the animal she’d never heard of before. Peach. You named these things? It was kind of REALLY cute, but she was scared by it.

She shook her head at the apology, she was never supposed to be apologized to. She tapped her throat. Avox.

Umbrielle recognized the girl almost immediately. She tried to remember many of the Avoxes, to put faces to names or at least to personalities, since most of them did not have names. How sad! Sometimes she gave them nicknames, but often they did not appreciate them. 

“Ahh, yes,” Umbrielle murmured with a soft nod. “I’ve seen you around, yes? You’re working on our floor a lot lately.” She smiled a dazzling grin at the young woman. “I’m Umbrielle, and this is Peach,” she introduced the puppy. “She’s a five month-old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and just a little ball of fluff!” Noticing the girl’s hesitation, she stroked Peach behind the ears. “She’s very friendly,” she added. “You can pat her if you’d like, she loves ear scratches, don’t you, Peach?” she cooed, enamoured with the tiny creature.

Unfortunately for her, Umbrielle preferred to keep real fabric swatches nearby while designing, and before she knew it the tiny pup had snatched one up into her mouth and leapt off the couch. “Peach, no!” Umbrielle exclaimed, standing up to chase the puppy. Peach bounded down the hallway, happily shaking the fabric swatch in her mouth, nearly tripping over herself. 

Peach only stopped her escape when she noticed someone approaching, and paused like a deer in the headlights to stare at the new person. “Peachie, drop it,” Umbrielle encouraged, scooping up the tiny pup with one hand. “She’s a little escape artist,” Umbrielle giggled, kissing Peach on the top of the head before placing her back into the little carrying purse.

TASK 002 // SUL SUL!

CREATIVE // These Sims tend to be Inspired, can Share Creative Ideas with other Sims, and may become upset if they're not creative for a period of time.

OUTGOING // These Sims gain powerful Moodlets from Friendly socialization, have their Social need decay quickly, and gain more negative Moodlets when their Social need is low.

SELF-ABSORBED // These Sims are all about themselves! They can Fish for Compliments, are more excited when receiving a present, and may become tense when they haven’t gotten enough attention. The celebrity spotlight is something they generally relish. After all, everyone else should love them as much as they do themselves, right?

77TH PARADE // NADYA VASILIEV & LUCA FELTON