Panem's Got Talent: Division Week!

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✰  ASTRA SELEN .

Magic, witchcraft, occult. It has many different names, just as it can take many different forms.

Where yesterday lay the art of transformation, today lies the vanishing act. You could call it predictable, the oldest trick in the book. But the simplest parts of the universe – so often overlooked and forgotten – deserve appreciation too.

That’s what you aim for, as you approach the purple-painted box in the centre of the stage.m Déjà vu, you are quiet, no introduction this time. Nothing but the trusty red blanket held tightly in your grasp to signify your intention. The weight of it falls in easy ribbons around you as you hold it in front of the box and let your eyes fall shut.

Even you do not know all of the secrets of the world yet. There is still so much to learn, so much untapped power in your veins, you would surely drown if you tried to swim in it for too long. So you stick with the known, that is still unknown, because you can’t explain how it happens when you force your mind to open, force the box to move all on its own, but it does, somehow.

You throw away the blanket, take two steps to the right, and you are alone on an empty stage.

Of course, it is not enough to make something disappear. For the act to truly be complete, you must bring it back. Even mysteries need some type of happy ending.

And you see it, reach for it with a pointed finger as the word follows, turning on its axis, and there. A purple crate buried in the back corner of the room, solitary and solid.

Maybe it is magic. Maybe it was there all along. You hear the accusations play out around you before you’ve even left the stage.

So, let them talk.

You smile.

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We got some practice finally. It took a little, but I think we do sound a lot better than what we did during the original audition. The separate sessions for rehearsal seemed to work out well, so we were able to individually craft our skills. Upon getting together, we were able to just make it better. See what works, see what doesn't, and also communicate with each other overall. We didn't have that chance to communicate when we first got here for the audition. Thank heavens that we have it now.

We certainly wouldn't let our name be "The Flops".

I was waiting in the lobby for our name to be called. Or at least mine. We signed up under my name, and then we told them we'd decide an official name later. We were thinking something along the lines of how we came together. Letters, pen pals, notes, writing, cross-district. It's hard to come up with a name, though. A name is what you are. Finally, I heard my name get called up to join the stage.

"Hi there." I gave an awkward gulp, trying to get used to the blinding lights in the way of my eyes. "We don't have a name yet, but we've actually got some practice time together!" I give a light smile. "I hope you enjoy it!" Places, start the track, and we start.

God, I hope we don't suck ass.

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✰  Quest Hertz .

When the scores had gone up and none of the judges had buzzed, I wasn’t shocked. The key to entertaining any capitolite is to shock them just enough that they’re interested in what you have to say. And to make sure that you lay on a few insults to people that they don’t care about, with some gentle ribbing at them as well. They’re pretty soft so crossing too many lines will wreck your shit if you’re not careful. They might, you know, try to kill you. Not that I haven’t already come back from the dead.

“All right assholes, who’s ready to offend a few folks?” I pulled the microphone from the stand and started my way across the stage. “A few people were upset last time I was up here so I’m supposed to be on my best behavior, but to be honest that’s not very good so I don’t know what you were hoping for.”

I looked out at the judges and gave a shrug.

“At least I should probably spread it around, right? Like, I know I ragged on district nine but there’s places way worse to be born than that.” I moved the microphone from one hand to the other and stalked across the stage. “Not that it wouldn’t be easy to rag on the lower districts. Like eleven – I mean, they’re poor as shit and the whole district sends the same two families to the games almost every year. I guess if all you have to do is work the fields or fuck, you’re getting a lot of fucking done.”

I let out a snort. “Though I have to say, I don’t think they marry their cousins there from what I can tell. Ten has sort of cornered the market on that right?” It was an easy punch down, but it felt good enough, “For a district that keeps pigs you’d think they’d learn not to shit where they eat. I heard their district motto is ‘family is where love is found.’ Beautiful right?”

I waited for some folks to agree.

“And then it goes on – So fill us with their love.” I winced my face and shook my head. “Of course they forgot to add ‘so long as they’re eighteen’ but apparently that’s implied nowadays.”

I moved to put the microphone back on the stand and turned back toward the crowd.

“If you liked that, I’m Quest Hertz. And if you didn’t like it… I’m Glamour Kinkade.”

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