Sarmiento Polar Torres, 21.
Victor of the 203rd Hunger Games.

Sarmi looked out over the crowd, it was practically a sea of famous people, victors and various high-ups from the capital. In the center of all the chaos were the men of the hour, Omega and Alastair, since it was their wedding everyone was trying to get words in with them. They didn't seem to mind much, both beaming as they tried to talk to the masses of people surrounding them. Reina walked back over to where he was standing in the corner, holding two drinks. She handed one to him and took her spot next to him.

"Jeez, that sucked. Everyone's practically rioting over by the drink table. I'm pretty sure I would've gotten trampled if I didn't have these stupidly tall shoes on." Reina grumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, it's not my fault you're so short," Sarmi responded with a grin, swirling the glass around without taking a sip.

"Shaddup," Reina said, shooting him a glare and smacking his shoulder. They stood off to the side for a while longer, watching people mill about. Sarmi shifted, slightly uncomfortable in his flowery purple suit. Purple had become his theme colour in the last four years, and with his chosen purple scheme in Nightshade's Nook, his bookshop it was solidified. One of his fellow victors stumbled over awkwardly, it was Danzig Davis, from District Ten, victor of the previous year's Games.

"Do you mind if I stand here?" Danzig asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"Yeah sure do whatever you want. Not like it's our choice." Sarmi said, looking to Reina who shrugged. Danzig nodded and kept his eyes locked on the ground as he leaned up against the wall nearby, loosening his tie. He looked pale, a little sickly almost but he just figured it was nerves. He remembered the first party he had to go to as a victor, and he was scared shitless the entire time.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Sarmi asked, reaching out and placing a hand on Danzig's shoulder. He jumped a little, looking nervously at Sarmi.

"Y-yeah I'm fine," Danzig said, wiping his open hand off on his pants.

"Lemme guess, nerves?" Sarmi said with a grin.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Danzig replied, finally peeling his eyes from the floor to look at Sarmi.

"Well, I was in the same situation as you are four years ago. The first party I had to go to I was scared shitless the entire time." Sarmi said. following it with a chuckle.

"Oh. Right. That makes sense." Danzig said, taking another sip of his drink, his hand shaking slightly as he brought the glass to his lips. Sarmi retracted his hand, turning back to Reina, as he was turning out of the corner of his eye he saw Danzig faint, his glass falling out of his hand and shattering loudly on the cobblestone flooring beneath their feet. Sarmiento scrambled, catching Danzig by his shoulders, crouching down to lower him to the ground. Around the courtyard, more people fell, glasses shattering. Nearby, Reina collapsed with a gasp.

"Reina, oh shit!" Sarmi said, scrambling now for his sister. He cradled her in his arms, looking out at the chaos occurring around him.

Omega Barrow-Riley, 24.
Victor of the 200th Hunger Games.

Omega leaned forward, placing his head in his hands. He was more than exhausted, having just planned a whole wedding and now his husband was passed out alongside half of their guests. He moved his hands from his face instead, taking one of Alastair's hands. They were warm, and he looked peacefully asleep as if he might wake up at any moment. One of the doctors pulled the curtain back, stepping into the small curtained space. She looked down at her clipboard before speaking.

"So we've figured out what's wrong with everyone. It appears they were all given a dose of a type of Capitol sedative that can kill if enough is taken. However, the fact that it was mixed in with the drinks weakened it, so nobody's died. Everyone should wake up soon." The doctor said, a slight smile on her face.

"He'll wake up? When?"

"We don't exactly know when, it could be anywhere from a few minutes from now, to a few hours from now." The doctor said, turning and stepping out. He turned back to Alastair, who appeared to be stirring, his blue eyes cracking open. He blinked a few times looking confused before speaking.

"What the hell happened? Where the hell am I?" He mumbled, looking around the room.

"Somebody tried to poison everyone at our wedding, and you're in the hospital," Omega replied. Alastair did a double-take and then shook his head confusedly.

"What? Who?" Alastair grumbled, looking annoyed someone tried to kill him and his guests at his own wedding, which was reasonable, Omega was annoyed himself someone tried to kill his husband and their guests at their wedding.

"I honestly have no clue Al about any of those things," Omega responded with a slight grin. It was true, Alastair had almost died twice in the Capital.

"Is everyone okay?" Alastair asked, his voice steadily growing stronger.

"Yeah, whatever the drug was it wasn't given in a high enough amount to kill anybody. Everyone's okay." Omega said, patting Alastair's hand.

"Oh thank Snow. I can't believe I passed out at our wedding." Alastair replied, sighing in relief and turning a bright shade of red from embarrassment. It was pretty embarrassing fainting at your own wedding.

"Don't worry about it, you weren't alone," Omega said with a small smile.

"Why do I always end up in the hospital whenever I go anywhere outside of Two with you?" Alastair said chuckling to himself, Omega joined in. It was such a horrible situation, and either they'd end up laughing or crying, so they took the laughter route.

And with that, we kick off Dear Future Self! Enjoy the ride y'all. Also for those of you who reserved, there's a 1-week deadline starting the day this chapter goes up (June 25th 2020) Meaning your tributes are due July 2nd. If you need an extension on it, just let me know why and I can work something out for you. I'll see you all soon! Signing off, Times.