Head Gamemaker Domita

Lillybird Domita was very nervous, and she was not used to feeling nervous.

As Panem's Head Gamemaker for the 15th year in a row now, she was very confident in what she did. No other Gamemaker had been able to endure President Pyre's intense scrutiny for so long. Even more than that, she actually had a rather friendly relationship with the severe man. He scared her, yes. It would be unwise to feel any other way. But she was also equanimous enough to see that she was an equal match to him. If she played her cards right, she had always thought, her and Pyre's professional relationship could easily be a lasting one.

Which was why this anxious sensation in the pit of her stomach was so strange. She had taken a risk with her strange new arena and unusual rules, it was true. But risks were a part of her life, a part of the life of any Gamemaker. Not taking any risks was a surefire way to get let go, or worse. Despite all the evidence, however, she couldn't escape the uncanny feeling that somehow she had made a horrible mistake.

She forced herself to look up at Pyre, whose head was tilted down, reviewing the information she had placed in front of him. From this angle she could see the small circular bald patch on top of his head, salt and pepper hair spiraling out from its center like a hurricane. She wondered for the hundredth time why he didn't use hair regrowth serum like everyone else. The imperfection made him look weak.

He looked up, and his piercing blue eyes met hers. She swallowed.

"Well, Mr. President. Your thoughts?"

He grinned, lips stretching wide over immaculately white teeth.

"It's perfect."

Games Host Flamsteed

As she sat poised in her chair ready for the curtains to rise and her show to begin, Saveera Flamsteed rolled her eyes. Yet another eager dressing room assistant was rushing in to touch up her makeup. She gave him a slightly snide simper and put her hand on the energetic young newcomer.

"What's your name, babydoll?" she asked, making her voice as soft and lilting as possible.

The assistant looked stunned that she had spoken to him at all.

"My- my name is Nimmo Lick, Ms. Flamsteed," he said shyly.

"Mmmh, Nimmo, that's cute," she winked, causing the petite boy to flush beet red, "Now, Nimsy, don't you worry about my face sweetheart. Saveera is always stage-ready." She gave him her widest grin and he nodded looking almost dazed.

"Y-Yes Ms. Flamsteed," he stuttered as he turned and left.

The smile dropped from her face the moment Nimmo couldn't see it, and she sighed.

Being kind was so annoying.

"And we're on in three- two- one-"

Saveera's ears rang from the roar of the crowd as the curtains were drawn back and she was exposed to her raucous audience. She didn't let it faze her, it was her job after all.

"Welcome, dear fans, welcome, to your exclusive coverage of the 10th Quarter Quell!" she exclaimed. She knew that to anyone watching, her enthusiasm would seem genuine.

"Now today in studio we have a very special guest, who's going to give us some very exciting news about this year's games. Please welcome to the stage, our Head Gamemaker, Lillybird Domita!"

The crowd erupted into applause as the short but elegant Lillybird entered, looking poised as ever. Saveera knew the dark-haired woman to be in her early 60s, but with the way she held herself she didn't seem a day over 45. She sat down in the chair across from her gracefully, and gave their audience a small smile and wave.

"So, Lilly, I must know: what is this year's twist for the Quarter Quell?"

Lillybird laughed softly,

"Well hello to you too, Saveera."

That earned a good laugh from their viewers, and when they died down the host continued,

"Oh, how terribly rude of me, let me ask this then first: how are you doing? I know you must be tired from all the effort you've been putting into this new arena."

Lillybird nodded, "Well, it has been a lot of work, if I'm being honest. But nothing pleases me more than creating an unforgettable arena, and let me promise you all, this year will be unforgettable. We're making use of never before used technologies that are sure to wow audiences all throughout Panem. For now, unfortunately, I can't reveal any more than that."

The crowd oohed softly.

"Well now isn't that mysterious of you Mrs. Domita," she said, almost intrigued herself, "are you sure that there isn't any other tidbit of information you can offer our lovely audience?"

Lillybird smiled "Well… there may be one thing. I'll say this, and only this: abyssus abyssum invocat."

For a moment, both the young host and her audience were silent.

"Deep calleth unto deep," she repeated, mystified. But in a moment her cheery facade was back on. She couldn't let her audience sit too long in its thoughts.

"How fascinating, Lilly. Now, you still must let us know, what rule has been bent for this momentous Quarter Quell?"

"Well Saveera, for this Quell we wanted to call upon the great forgiveness and empathy that the Capitol has shown to the districts of Panem. During the war we could have easily obliterated them, yet we did not. Because though our Districtsmen were misguided, we also knew in our hearts that we could not destroy our own brothers. In the spirit of that incredible show of love, we have decided to allow there to be two victors this year."

The crowd roared, thrilled at the exciting new twist. Saveera laughed with apparent glee, clapping her hands.

"Well, that,my dearest viewers," she said, turning to her audience, "is a thing to be celebrated indeed. Now unfortunately that concludes this very special pre-games broadcast- but don't worry, there is much more to come. As ever, dear citizens, happy Hunger Games!"

The curtains dropped and so did Saveera's joyful facade. The thrilling Ms. Flamsteed would return another day, but for now, she was getting a drink.

Welcome one, welcome all, to the 250th Hunger Games!

As you can probably tell, this diverges from the cannon quite a bit. In this universe Katniss, Peeta, and most of the other characters from the books never participated in the Hunger Games at all. In that vein, the rebellion never occurred, District Thirteen still exists in secrecy, and the Capitol reigns strong… for now.

This will only be a partial SYOT. This as in I will only be choosing 10 tributes to write a POV for. That being said, this is not a first-come-first-serve. I will choose which tributes to include in my story once all spots have been filled. Though it is selective, it does guarantee that once you get in your tribute will not be a bloodbath death.

Below is the form for submitting a tribute. It will also be posted on my profile along with the list of districts that have had a tribute submitted. Feel free to submit a character to a spot that already has a tribute, as again, I will be choosing the best tributes, not the first. Please only send tributes via PM.

Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Name:

Sex (M or F):

Gender Identity (whatever you wish):

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Personality (Make this very detailed please- no lists):

Background:

Family:

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Reaped or Volunteered:

Reaction to Reaping / Reason for Volunteering:

Reaping Outfit:

Token:

Who do they say goodbyes to:

Chariot Outfit:

Training Strategy:

Preferred Weapon:

Private Session Plan:

Predicted Score (please be realistic):

Interview Outfit:

Interview Angle:

Allies (yes or no and why/who):

Bloodbath Strategy:

Games Strategy:

Preferred Death (this may be ignored for the plot, but I will take it into consideration):

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