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He nodded at her question, making the little figurine bob again with a chuckle at the simplicity of it. This was fine, this wasn't much of a violation compared to some of the merchandise the capitol cranked out for every victory. It could be retraumatizing for the victor every time they had to come across it, but Hudson emerged fairly unscathed from his area, and he often wondered if he got off easy compared to some of the others. "It's better then some of the things they bring out for the victors like Electra, I remember when she won finding her hidden somewhere, still only twelve, because some idiot in a clown mask thought it would be funny to jump out at her." he rolled his eyes at the memory, having spent hours trying to coax the skittish mentor from three from her hiding place so he could return her to the third floor. "No, this was obviously donated, it was in a vintage shop." he wasn't bothered, he wasn't surprised either. "There's a merchandise shop down the road that specialises in similar from memory, they focus on the newer victors. If you were interested in getting yours." he chuckled.

Harlow had been keeping an eye on the newest development in The Games that morning. She knew anything could have happened in The Games, but she didn't expect team activities to be a thing. Having everyone together for this game wasn't the most comforting situation, but maybe Ren would be able to get away as soon as the game was over. Hopefully.

Laughter to her left had her turning from the screen to look at Hudson Vega, holding what appeared to be a bobblehead. "That you?" she asked, glancing toward the figure. Just another thing for The Capitol to profit off the Victors on. "Kind of weird... no offense." She definitely wouldn't have bought her own bobblehead if she saw one of herself. "... Were there other Victors wherever you got that one?"

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He grinned at the fact that there was finally another mentor who delighted in it, whereas some of the others he'd encountered since he'd returned with his mini-me had merely rolled their eyes. "It's a spring. Made out of wire, so it bobbles, how it gets its name." he pushed the head and made lil Huddy's head bobble again. "I wish I'd known about them sooner, I don't remember seeing these when I first won."

Rush was a bit distracted, he followed most of what was happening on screen, something about teams and catching a flag, but most of his attention was drawn to the little bouncing figurine that Hudson was holding in front of him. "It's the coolest thing I've ever seen" Rush exclaimed, genuinely excited. "How does it keep moving?"

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He grinned at the younger mentor, holding up his mini me with pride, "It's me! Why didn't I see these when they were new?" he sighed in wonder, he might've liked these, tiny dagger aside. It was cute, harmless. Unoffensive, almost. He sat down beside Link, before pretending to look hurt at her ancient commenting, "What are you saying ancient?" he replied. "I found it in a shop, as I was shopping."

Link looked up from her ipad, where she had a spreadsheet of people who she’d secured money from and the stipulations on when she could use it. “just before the finale, nano only, 200 dollars” from the latest capitolite. if he made it, she’d call the phone number up. he’d make it, he had to.

the voice had her looking up, eyes focused on the man and then the bobblehead. “it’s you.” she said, smiling slowly. it was funny, light, unimportant. she liked it. “where did you even find one of those? it looks ancient.”

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He gasped, placing his thumb and forefinger over the bobbleheads ears as if to protect it from Greer's harsh words, "You'll hurt my feelings, Greer." the man replied in jest, green eyes alight with amusement. "I saw it in a shop, I was shopping for my outfit for the ball." his stylist wouldn't be pleased, but he didn't think that the woman would understand this years theme if it bit her on the ass. "I was in a vintage shop, and I saw me on the shelf. I'm vintage. A classic." like he'd thought, others would be offended, but he was amused by it. Glad he was no longer a hotly sought after commodity like the younger victors. Not that he had been, he was too quiet, to reserved for their tastes, always fading into the background. The mention of the game on the screen caused him to nod once, brow furrowing in concentration as he began to concentrate on the screen, sitting down on the couch and placing mini Hudson on the arm rest, facing the screen of course. "We have a hunter in the midst, one of the tributes or the gamemakers doing?" he commented, indicating to the tribute on the flagpole. It almost reminded him of the shop back home, hanging like a slab of meat.

Greer eyed the bobble head, watching it wiggle back and forth before settling again. "It's not cute. It's fuckin' creepy," she shook her head. Its childish, cartoon face seemed to be staring at her as much as she was staring at it. "Why do you even have that thing?" Of all the stupid memorabilia, the bobble head was probably one of the less offense ones, but she didn't understand why Hudson had one at all. "Did ya see the weird game they're settin' up for all the tributes?" She switched the subject, nodding toward the screen. Greer moved from where she'd been pouring herself a drink in the kitchen to sit on one of couches in the living room. "They've got 'em all split into teams and everythin'." There was, of course, also a tribute dangling from the flagpole. Eight must've been losing their minds about that.

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Hudson offered the other mentor a smile of acknowledgement, knowing that to some, trust was hard to earn and that he appreciated them trusting him with something like this. He was aware that some people in the tower took the Games and the strategy too seriously, more concerned with the glory that came with it rather than the fact that innocent lives were at play, and Hudson appreciated what it took to put your faith in someone who had no real stake in what you were doing. "Thank you for trusting me," he replied simply, as he placed the receipt from his latest coffee that was doubled up as a bookmark to mark his position and placed the book on the coffee table before him before glancing at the forms in her hand. "They look like sponsorship forms for Rowan to me, perhaps something from Mr. Solidhill?" he had been impressed by the sponsorship for Rowan, both the Durums, had scored for their time. They had made quite the splash. "They were very popular in training, I know they were getting a lot of interest from sponsors."

They looked at the book, almost like it was an object from another world, and for them it might be, as the contents were foreign. People who made the right choices, Hartley would call them, those people could read now, they were free from having to roam around for someone who they trusted to read for them. And they were also free from the looks other people gave them, like the one Hudson was giving them, one she couldn’t decipher if it was because they couldn’t read or because they had something about their tributes and others didn’t. “Alright, I’ll trust you this one.” They shouldn’t trust, but they didn’t knew either where Abel was, and maybe by the time they found him it’d be late, so they could risk themselves to trust, at least this one time.

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“I’m really happy to be here this year,” Diego told Variety on the [Oscars] red carpet….. I remember the first time I did this, I didn’t know anyone, I was with Gael [García Bernal]. No one wanted to interview us. It was like, they had to push for someone to actually spend three minutes asking us whatever, and things are changing,” he added.

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The Office (2005 - 2013)

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STATUS: open to all

The Capitol's ability to bring out memorabilia for each victors games always sickened him, having had to deal with the merchandise that dealt with his own games. Shirts with him and Ivy on it, their moments in the waterfalls on posters. But they had faded away over time and he hadn't minded in the slightest. So, it came as a surprise when he had been trawling through a rare vintage shop and found a bobble head figure of himself from his games, dagger aloft and bobbling away. Where some victors may be offended to be found in a second hand store, relegated to dusty shelves, it made him giggle. It was a funny bobble head. It wasn't the worst thing they brought out at least. He bought it, ignoring the weird look he got from the cashier who recognised Hudson as the older version of the bobble head between them before he made his way back to the tower. Inside, his eyes flickered back and forth between the screens to the bobble figure in his hands, laughing a little as he held it aloft to the person nearest to him, "Look at it, it's pretty cute yes? Good likeness."

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He was messaging Greer to ascertain where the other mentor was, and whether she wanted to meet up for dinner for a break. Otherwise they'd spend their entire time glued to a screen, and that would render them effectively useless. He glanced up at the other mentors offer and offered a smile of thanks, "I've been snacking all day, and I'm probably going to try and go out for dinner, if Greer gets back to me so I shouldn't. Thank you though." he glanced down at his phone again, checking on his remaining tribute before looking back to Ashton. "How is everything with Four going?"

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Ashton's peeling a rind off an orange when he looks up to see the other. They had either been silent prior or had just entered the room. He nods down at his hands mid-action, carving the rind into four quarters. Ash further raises his hands slightly in a gesture to it. "Do you want some?" He wouldn't offer unless he wanted to share.

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He was reading one of the latest books from his favorite authors, a reclusive man who specialized in short stories that stayed with Hudson long after reading the last line. That was all you wanted from stories wasn't it? To be captivated long after the story was done, and satiated until the next one, or the next time you read it again. He glanced up as Hartley spoke, a quizzical expression on his face as he tried to figure out what they were talking about. "Can I look?" he asked, holding his hand. "I promise, won't tell a soul what it says." he had no interest in rivalries, or keeping things a secret for the sake of a strategy. One comes out, and if he could help someone, anyone, he knew he would do his best. He would help all 24 if he could.

“So you’re telling me that tributes… What exactly.” Hartley asked, looking at the words in the pad. After all those years of dropping school, they still hadn’t learned how to read, neither to write, so she was just looking at the one piece of information they could understand, and that was that one of the bunch of letters formed the name of one of their district’s tribute, or two, or something related to them.

They thought that by then everyone knew that they didn’t read, they didn’t know anything about it, so showing them some words as evidence was the same as nothing. “Explain why am I looking at this.”