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[suoxi]

[ the feed cuts on and Inara is positioned behind the console, smiling lightly with crimson lips pulled upwards as she regarded the camer thoughtfully. She is cleaned up and prepped for a public chat, hair dried and styled as well as she was able. ]

Good evening, everyone. My name is Inara Serra, and I have recently found myself a bit out of sorts with my arrival in this strange place. I would cry kidnapping, but I hardly think that is the case.

I was wondering - and hoping - that there might just be someone I know here. Please, if you recognize me, I would greatly appreciate if it you could respond.

Also, if anyone could perhaps explain a bit more about what this place is and how I might have come to be here - and why - I would also be greatly indebted to you.

Thank you.

[ she smiles once more as she waits for responses, should they come. ]

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[exiledsummoner]

[Tris has been rather lonely since arriving and spent most of his time working with the kedan and continuing his practice and studies as best he could alone. He has tried to make an entry many times, but given up each time until now.]

The passage of time here is surreal. Perhaps because I was so used to being on the road and surrounded by friends and suddenly I'm alone... I think were I back home it would be about time for Winterstide. We always have lavish banquets and festivals and a ball, but I suppose my home won't be celebrating this year - there is very little to be joyous about. And I should have held the Court of Spirits to help restore balance to the flow of magic.

But that isn't something I can do here. Not least because I can sense people's souls and their magic, but I have been unable to project onto the Spirit Plane. It's as though it doesn't exist here, like there are no ghosts and no spirits. Perhaps what they said is true, that this is a land between death and life. [His lips press into a tight line. The worst part is that where ever this place is, he is no longer able to sense his sister's spirit and guarantee that it hasn't been devoured by the Soulcatcher...] Still, it's like losing a part of myself, even though I've only been able to do it for a few months.

Has anyone else discovered changes to their magic or their abilities?

Oh, speaking of abilities, I worry that in my time here I may lose practise - I don't suppose there are any other swordsmen here who would be willing to spar?

001 ♆ video

[insecrets]

[There is an incredibly beautiful young man on your screens, Tu Shanshu. He flashes a bright smile, all white teeth, but it doesn’t quite reaches his eyes. In fact, despite his seemingly happy expression, there’s something dark in those sea green eyes of his. Not that he’d ever admit it.] Now, I’ve seen some strange things in my life, mutts that are complete nightmare fuel and mockingjays that shouldn’t exist and a girl on fire. But never in my life would I have expected to find myself trapped somewhere that wasn’t an arena. Or Panem, for that matter. Are you sure that Snow isn’t behind all of this?

[He pauses for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face.] Doesn’t seem quite real. Maybe I’ve finally gone mad and they’ve dosed me up on morphling. [He nods then, more to himself than to anyone out there.] Annie would have loved this, I think.

[And then he flashes another grin.] My name is Finnick Odair, winner of the 65th Hunger Games. I come from District 4 in Panem. I’m friends with terrible people, loud and incredibly rude. [What he's saying sounds more like a recitation rather than an introduction. He slowly begins to clench his fingers into fists.] Tell me that I’m not alone. Please.

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[effective]

[There’s a girl staring at the screen with a look that’d seem almost dead if not for the intensity in her eyes. Katniss is really fucking unhappy, and it shows] It was supposed to be over. [She’s addressing the screen, but it sounds almost like she’s talking to herself.] It was supposed to be over, and they were supposed to leave me be.

[Her fingers twine around each other, drawing attention to the way her hands are scarred with burns and stretched, pale skin where it was grafted on. Observant people might note similar marks crawling up the side of her neck] They told me this emperor knows everything, but that just sounds like another word for president to me. I won’t play this game again, not ever. [Her fingers form a fist and she tears her eyes away from the screen to stare at it. She’s silent for so long, it seems almost as though she’s forgotten she was recording]

Where’s Peeta? [It doesn’t seem to have occurred to her that he might not be here.] No more games.