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[Thoughts | Off-Network]
They're messing with our heads.
How do they do it? Magic again? Without us feeling a thing, they get inside and compel things, change things, twist us around. Listen in. Hard to guard a secret when you can't even keep it in your own head.
Rue's forgetting things today. The time before that, it was me, and I couldn't stop talking. What's it going to be next? Cinna, Johanna, forgetting why we're not telling them about the Quell? Or maybe they'll pull it all right out of our heads and put them up for everyone to see. I've seen that happen before.
It's worse than the cameras, the microphones. They're everywhere. There's no getting away from it. You'd think you'd at least be safe inside your own head but they're in there, too.
Are you listening in right now?
...Right. Not that you'd tell me if you were.
♫ I shipped on board a sailing ship my very first day at sea,
An' I seen the mermaid in the waves, reaching up to me,
"Come live with me in the sea," said she, "down on the ocean floor!
I'll show you a million wonderous things
You've never seen before..." ♪
I hope you don't mind the tune. Catchy song like that, I could go on for hours.
♫ So over I jumped and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed,
With a pillow made of a tortoise-shell she placed beneath my head,
She fed me shrimp and caviar upon a silver dish,
From her head to her waist, she was just my taste
But the rest of her was a fish!
And her hair was green as seaweed,
Her skin was blue and pale,
Her face it was a work of art,
And I loved that girl with all my heart,
But I only liked the upper part
I did not like the tail... ♪
...Peeta thinks the other day was bad, hearing more than he wanted to know. What if I hadn't been able to keep it to just that? What would you think if you really knew, Peeta?
Arson. Incest. Blackmail. Backstabbing. Greed. Blood. Poison.
Sometimes you ask me what it's like to be a Victor. What happens if someday they make me tell you?
Those secrets don't mean anything here. They're worthless without a Capitol to latch onto them, scream over them, gossip about them. To recoil from each other when they finally come to light. It won't work here. But I can't lose them. What if this had hit me instead of Rue? What if I'd lost those secrets instead of the way home? What if I forgot that the rebellion was a secret at all?
Be happy you heard what you did, Peeta. It could've been a lot worse.
At least this will be over at midnight. I don't think I've forgotten anything myself. I still remember all the important things. Annie, Mags. District 4. Cinna. Haymitch. Plutarch. 65. Silver parachute, silver trident. Building 4. Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark. Johanna Mason. Rue. Ginny, Angela, Claire. Lucy.
I'm Finnick Odair.
I still remember.
This could've been a lot worse than it is.
[/Thoughts]
You know, it's kind of funny--just the other day, Peeta and I were talking about how some things are unforgettable. Looks like that's getting put to the test today, huh?
Boy, I sure hope nobody's forgotten me. I don't think my ego could handle it.
[Private to Cinna | Unhackable]
I need you to do something for me.
[/Private]
[OOC: See Finnick. Finnick likes secrets. Finnick does not like curses that could compel him to tell his secrets--or to forget them, for that matter. So while he's not affected today, he's Not Very Happy about the curse in general, either. But of course, the Network is the Network, and facades must be maintained. :D]
They're messing with our heads.
How do they do it? Magic again? Without us feeling a thing, they get inside and compel things, change things, twist us around. Listen in. Hard to guard a secret when you can't even keep it in your own head.
Rue's forgetting things today. The time before that, it was me, and I couldn't stop talking. What's it going to be next? Cinna, Johanna, forgetting why we're not telling them about the Quell? Or maybe they'll pull it all right out of our heads and put them up for everyone to see. I've seen that happen before.
It's worse than the cameras, the microphones. They're everywhere. There's no getting away from it. You'd think you'd at least be safe inside your own head but they're in there, too.
Are you listening in right now?
...Right. Not that you'd tell me if you were.
♫ I shipped on board a sailing ship my very first day at sea,
An' I seen the mermaid in the waves, reaching up to me,
"Come live with me in the sea," said she, "down on the ocean floor!
I'll show you a million wonderous things
You've never seen before..." ♪
I hope you don't mind the tune. Catchy song like that, I could go on for hours.
♫ So over I jumped and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed,
With a pillow made of a tortoise-shell she placed beneath my head,
She fed me shrimp and caviar upon a silver dish,
From her head to her waist, she was just my taste
But the rest of her was a fish!
And her hair was green as seaweed,
Her skin was blue and pale,
Her face it was a work of art,
And I loved that girl with all my heart,
But I only liked the upper part
I did not like the tail... ♪
...Peeta thinks the other day was bad, hearing more than he wanted to know. What if I hadn't been able to keep it to just that? What would you think if you really knew, Peeta?
Arson. Incest. Blackmail. Backstabbing. Greed. Blood. Poison.
Sometimes you ask me what it's like to be a Victor. What happens if someday they make me tell you?
Those secrets don't mean anything here. They're worthless without a Capitol to latch onto them, scream over them, gossip about them. To recoil from each other when they finally come to light. It won't work here. But I can't lose them. What if this had hit me instead of Rue? What if I'd lost those secrets instead of the way home? What if I forgot that the rebellion was a secret at all?
Be happy you heard what you did, Peeta. It could've been a lot worse.
At least this will be over at midnight. I don't think I've forgotten anything myself. I still remember all the important things. Annie, Mags. District 4. Cinna. Haymitch. Plutarch. 65. Silver parachute, silver trident. Building 4. Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark. Johanna Mason. Rue. Ginny, Angela, Claire. Lucy.
I'm Finnick Odair.
I still remember.
This could've been a lot worse than it is.
[/Thoughts]
You know, it's kind of funny--just the other day, Peeta and I were talking about how some things are unforgettable. Looks like that's getting put to the test today, huh?
Boy, I sure hope nobody's forgotten me. I don't think my ego could handle it.
[Private to Cinna | Unhackable]
I need you to do something for me.
[/Private]
[OOC: See Finnick. Finnick likes secrets. Finnick does not like curses that could compel him to tell his secrets--or to forget them, for that matter. So while he's not affected today, he's Not Very Happy about the curse in general, either. But of course, the Network is the Network, and facades must be maintained. :D]