This early on in the evening, the most productive thing there is to do, in Cecil's opinion, is to take as thorough a survey as possible of the new Tributes. This is, after all, a rare opportunity - not a packed-full public party, not some stuffy Gamemaker's soiree, but a relaxed, semi-private getaway, free of (unnecessary) cameras and open to the most natural kind of conversation. No interviews; no bright lights; just a gentle, friendly meeting of worlds.
With this purpose in mind, he's meandering through the crowd with his own flute of champagne in his hand, flashing smiles at friends and looking intently into the faces of occupied Tributes as he passes. He's not thinking about anything in particular-- the food is good, the ambiance is lovely, the anticipation leading up to the Games is at its not-quite-boiling point and everything is--
--Who is that?
Most of the people here sit rather solidly on one side or another of the human/not-human divide. There are the Capitolites; the Tributes from their almost-Panem worlds; and then the ones like the gray-skinned, horned trolls, or that... many-legged deer-creature by the beverage table. Cecil stops when he realizes that Kevin does not fit solidly in either camp - human from a distance, yes, but his eyes don't change color properly with any shift in light, and even from the opposite side of the banquet table he can see those teeth...
He approaches. "Hello," he says, and the word is an invitation-- low and intent and intrigued. ...And friendly, he hopes. Friendly is important. Tributes: They're more than seasonal trends, these days!
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With this purpose in mind, he's meandering through the crowd with his own flute of champagne in his hand, flashing smiles at friends and looking intently into the faces of occupied Tributes as he passes. He's not thinking about anything in particular-- the food is good, the ambiance is lovely, the anticipation leading up to the Games is at its not-quite-boiling point and everything is--
--Who is that?
Most of the people here sit rather solidly on one side or another of the human/not-human divide. There are the Capitolites; the Tributes from their almost-Panem worlds; and then the ones like the gray-skinned, horned trolls, or that... many-legged deer-creature by the beverage table. Cecil stops when he realizes that Kevin does not fit solidly in either camp - human from a distance, yes, but his eyes don't change color properly with any shift in light, and even from the opposite side of the banquet table he can see those teeth...
He approaches. "Hello," he says, and the word is an invitation-- low and intent and intrigued. ...And friendly, he hopes. Friendly is important. Tributes: They're more than seasonal trends, these days!