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Who: Clove and YOU?
What: raiding the kitchen
When: now
Where: the kitchen, derp
Rating: hopefully no higher than PG, but this is a violent girl looking for knives, so... yeah. (open for either prose or action spam)

Clove was glad of the castle when she finally saw it. The city she showed up in wasn't nearly as much like the Capitol as she first thought. There were way too many mutts around and no decent weapon to be found. Coming to the castle meant getting away from the mutts.

She glanced at the journal by her side and was glad to see that things had calmed down inside. That journal was probably the most useful thing she got in this place; it let her know what was going on with everyone living in the castle. Clove left her shelter and crept along to the main entrance. It looked clear so she went ahead inside. The castle was huge and she was tempted to admire the masonry work but she needed to stay focused.

One room she found looked like a kitchen. The perfect place for knives. It looked empty so Clove started shifting through the drawers to find some that would suit her. Whoever owned this castle surely wouldn't miss a few.

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[Molotov usually doesn't frequent the kitchen. She keeps the kitchen in her own room very well-stocked, and she tends to just wish for whatever else she needs. But today, she's on her way out anyway, and the kitchen should have an abundance of water bottles, so it doesn't bother her to make a quick pit stop.

She barely acknowledges the girl rummaging through the drawers before she opens the refrigerator. But something does strike her as a little odd about the situation, so she pauses, water in hand, before turning to Clove.]

What are you looking for, exactly?

[Clove found a paring knife that will be suitable for throwing. She initially ignored the other woman but when she was addressed, Clove carefully took her hand out of the drawer. She's still not sure about these people so she has to play it low-key]

Just looking around. I'm new around here.

[Unfortunately for her, spies and mercenaries aren't exactly known for being unobservant.]

Looking around in the silverware drawer? Are forks uncommon in your world?

Where I'm from we mostly use stone cutlery.

You do not look like you are from the past. Are you from Earth?

I'm from District 2. [says it like she actually expects this woman to know what that means]

District 2 of what?

Panem. [but then she remembers talking to that Steve guy] It used to be called North America.

Oh, so the future. And yet you've regressed from normal flatware.

Americans.

A lot was lost after natural disasters destroyed the country.

I am sure that someone had some Oneida squirreled away. I suppose it does not matter.

What happens to the rest of the world?

[she shrugs] Who knows?

How can you not know? Do you live in a cave?

No, I lived in a house. What does where I live have to do with other countries?

Because it is sad and pathetic to not know of the world past your own front yard?

I know all I need to know.

Obviously not.

[she shrugs, going back to looking through the kitchen. Like she really cares what some random lady thinks]

[Molotov just rolls her eye and audibly mumbles something about 'insolent brats' before wishing up just a whole bunch of raw fish. She might as well do it here, where there's plenty of paper towels and Ziploc bags. Sometimes the castle just covers her feet in fish when she wishes for them out at the reserve.]

[thankfully Clove has seen all the random stuff that escaped the library so magically appearing fish isn't too strange. But the smell is a little gross so she moves away from it]

[She just packs up all the raw fish into a picnic basket, then throws a look at disdain at the girl before heading back to the door.]

[she's ignoring you, weird lady, and stealing all the sharp knives :| ]

He might live in town, but Connor still had plenty of friends in the castle he visited from time to time - including his father. He'd been on his way out and decided to grab a soda for the road. Spotting the girl rummaging through the drawers he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. Even with all the crazy shit going down it was nice to see kids wandering around. She looked old enough so he didn't worry as much about her lack of parents, here, but that didn't stop him from being curious.

He opened the fridge, looking over the door at her as he grabbed a soda, "Anythin' I can help ya find?"

Adults were so nosy around here and it was a bit irritating, especially since Clove had to play innocent around these strangers.

"No, sir," she answered sweetly. "There's just so much to look at here."

He waved a hand, laughing, "Y'don't need t'call me sir. M'father, maybe, but Connor's jus' fine fer me."

He cracked open the soda, smiling as he looked around the room. He really had a soft spot for kids, especially ones that were on their own for some reason or another. "There is, aye. Have y'been here long?"

She never heard anyone with such a bizarre accent before, not even in the Capitol. She wrinkled her nose a little and side-stepped to pull open another cabinet. This one had various pots and pans for cooking.

"Not very long." She took out a pot, weighing it thoughtfully. "Is this kitchen used a lot?"

He leaned back against the counter and watched her, curiously. What, have you never seen a cooking pot before?

"Aye. Mostly by those don't trust wishin' fer food. Jus' be careful've th'microwave if y've never used one b'fore. From what I've heard it's blown up more'n a few times thanks t'people not knowin' what they're doin'."

Clove was actually thinking of if it would be useful as a weapon, but details. She wasn't sure what the man meant by "wishing" for food, either. She didn't get the standard "welcome to Paradisa" speech so she didn't know about wishes or losses or any of that stuff.

"I need a few things," she told him. "I just wanted to be sure no one would miss them." That at least would keep him from asking why she was going into the knife drawer.

He shrugged, "Jus' take 'em. I'm sure th'castle replaces anythin' gets taken same as it fixes everythin' 'round here." He shudders a little, "Could never get used t'that."

The thought of everything the castle does really does unsettle him, but only for a moment. He recovers and smiles at the girl, "'sides, it's nice t'see someone actually wantin' t'cook fer themselves an' not rely on everythin' th'castle gives 'em." Stepping out from the counter he extends a hand, "Connor MacManus, by th'way."

Relying on a castle sounded downright weird to her. Not to mention lazy. She probably could've just asked for all the knives she was currently taking out of the kitchen but like the guy said, Clove wanted to do things for herself.

"Connor," she repeated with a nod. "Thank you so much for all your help." She flashed him a cheerful smile, looking all the world like an innocent teenager.

"an'what's yer name, then?"

He returned that smile. It was nice to meet someone who seemed relatively normal in this place. Refreshing after the ridiculous people he seemed to keep running into. "Don't mention it. I'm glad t'help."

"Clove," she answered simply. She finished bagging everything she needed and swung it over her shoulder. "If I need any more help, can I call on you through these journals?"

It was a weird way to communicate but it was all she had, and it was faster than searching the entire castle for one person.

"'sa pleasure t'meetcha, Clove." He smiled, nodding as he watched her. "Aye. If y'ever need anythin' y'can jus' ask fer me through th'journal an' I'd be glad t'help ya."

He was always more than happy to help anyone. Especially a kid who didn't seem to have anyone else.

She beamed at him and thanked him. Hopefully she would find more people like this. And hopefully Peeta and the two victors wouldn't talk too much about her over the magic journals. That would make things very difficult.

Even since she offered up her room as a haven for the ex-tribunes, Dairine has been spending most of her time keeping track of Rue (and Katniss, when she can). Yet despite the new threat, moving around the castle is a luxury Dairine at least can afford. So when her guest is in need of some new reading material, the young wizard decides to take a quick trip to the library. After grabbing a few books, she swings by the kitchen hoping for a quick snack.

Dumb idea. Nothing good ever happens in the kitchen.

Another girl is already there, who Dairine immediately recognizes as Clove, thanks to Peeta’s drawing. Crud. This could be bad. This could be very bad. Their last conversation wasn’t exactly pleasant, and for all Dairine knows, Clove might try attacking her. She was tribune-sized, after all.

...But Clove hasn’t actually met her yet, so the Career Tribune shouldn't recognize her. Nor does she know about her friendship with the other tribunes. So as long as Dairine acts natural, everything should be fine, right? Quickly making up her mind, Dairine heads straight for the refrigerator and starts rummaging inside, as if Clove isn't there.

Clove was busy with what she was doing. This new girl who walked into the kitchen was of no consequence to her. Clove was almost finished storing everything she wanted in a little pack she acquired but now that there was a stranger in the room Clove was going through harmless stuff like cups and spoons.

Dairine pulls out some sandwich ingredients and starts placing them on the table, where she can discretely keep an eye on Clove. Seems the tribune is raiding the kitchen utensils. Which considering she’s an expert in knife-throwing (you can thank Haymitch for spoiling that little factoid), can’t be good.

…Speaking of which, Dairine's going to need a knife herself. This mustard is not gonna spread on its own. So she casually walks over to the silverware drawer, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Do dee do… Hope you left some butter knives, Clove.

Of course she left the butter knife. Those wouldn't be of much use to her. She politely sidled out of the way so the other girl could find what she wanted. She was more or less finished with gathering supplies anyway.

But while she was here she was going to help herself to a drink of water. Another thing to like about this place: clean water whenever you wanted.

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action spam because i just woke up from a nap and can't brain enough for prose :(

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Meant to tag this ages ago. >_>

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