Welcome to the Tea Party SacrificexMarik ~ Brunch Buffet ~

[Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg)]

S A C R I F I C E

While Sacrifice knew that a party never officially starts on time, as they're more of a suggestion than anything else, she wasn't expecting a Gamemaker to be late to the brunch party they are hosting. That's just bad manners, making your guests wait on you. While she knew impressing a Gamemaker was crucial, she couldn't help but feel distaste at her behavior, especially since this "B" character seemed only to be a few years older than Sacrifice. Once everything is explained, she goes off to find her table.

Marik Shadow.

That name is etched on the placard before her as she sits. She thinks back to her notes about the tributes she made as she watched the other Reapings. Marik... Marik... oh yes, the pale boy who showed little emotion, if any. Sacrifice couldn't tell if that was a front, if he genuinely didn't care, or if he was trying to hide something. Fear could easily make someone a target, and it only makes sense to show a brave face when Reaped to show that you are competent and ready for the battle ahead. But to show nothing? That threw Sacrifice off her thinking.

He has yet to make his way to the table, so she first grabs a plate of food. It only seems fitting to break bread first before getting to know someone. She decides on pancakes and hash browns, then holds a cup of Earl Grey tea before returning. Luckily enough, they appear to get to the table simultaneously, so at least she can fall back on her hosting charms.

"Marik, it's nice to meet you officially. I'm Sacrifice." She shakes his hand after they settle their cups and plates. She hopes her smile is genuine and welcoming enough to make him feel at ease. After exchanging small pleasantries, she gestures to bowl as they sit down.

"Should we get right into it?" She asks as she fishes around in the bowl before pulling out a piece of paper.

"'What is your biggest phobia?' Oh, that seems harmless enough." Sacrifice jokes. She was worried that the questions would be more revealing. She's still determining if she wants to let others know her strategy when she has yet to secure an alliance.

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[Cato]

Getting notification of a brunch meet and greet wasn't something I expected. What is the purpose of getting to know the others? Why learn about them when they’re soon going to become my enemy? Hell, they are my enemy right now. I would much rather be training, and I think I would go to the survival stations first. I hear they're just as important as the combat stations. But I guess I will focus on this brunch first. If it's that important to learn about the others, I'll go learn about them. Maybe this can help me get some allies, or maybe it'll prove to me that I should just venture through this alone.

I grab a plate of food and some water and I take a seat at the table where my name is. "Marik, it's nice to meet you officially. I’m Sacrifice." What kind of name is that? Why would someone name their child Sacrifice? It's so confusing to me, but I don’t let it phase me. "Nice to meet you, Sacrifice." Her name is definitely getting the best of me, and I really want to question it, but I decide against it. "Yes, let's get started." Ugh. I’m really dreading this, but it's better than nothing. "What is your biggest phobia? Oh, that seems harmless enough." She definitely seems like she’s very over the top and fake, at least in my opinion, and I want nothing to do with her, but I am stuck.

My biggest phobia. I take a moment to think about it because it's important to give an answer that suits me, but I don't really want to tell the truth. Is being honest worth it? "Thanatophobia. It's the intense fear of death or the dying process. I'm not worried about my own death. No, I'm terrified of losing my sister and my mother and not being able to do anything about it." I take a drink of my water."What's your biggest phobia, Sacrifice?"

[Izzabel Bennet D8A (Jorg)]

S A C R I F I C E

"Thanatophobia. It's the intense fear of death or the dying process. I'm not worried about my own death. No, I'm terrified of losing my sister and my mother and not being able to do anything about it." Marik pauses to take a drink of his water. "What's your biggest phobia, Sacrifice?"

The honesty of his answer took her by surprise. She was expecting surface-level answers such as arachnophobia or fear of the dark, but the fear of dying. She chewed on a piece of her pancake as she thought about it.

"First off," she starts, "I want to thank you for your honesty. Sharing something that personal probably wasn't the easiest. My biggest fear, though?" She stops the chew on the question, thinking about what she finds the most nerve-wracking experience as she sips on her tea. Finally, it hits her how much she felt like she had to live to impress her mother and not for herself. But thinking about how to live for herself, she struggles to think about what she wants because of the programming her mother instilled. What is the "right" way of doing something is a question that she constantly thinks about.

"Atelophobia, I think it's called. Technically, it's the fear of imperfection, but it's also been used to describe the fear of disappointing others. My mother acts like I'm guaranteed to return home. If I don't, though, I don't have to face her disappointment. Still, I can't stand to think about her last thoughts of me." Saying it out loud made it almost too real for Sacrifice. She never even dared to write these thoughts, let alone admit to herself. Sacrifice stares at the teacup in her hand, grateful to hold onto something. How does she move the conversation forward? Is there any way to move it forward?

"You mentioned your mother and sister. Are you comfortable talking about them? If so, what's your relationship with them like? It's OK if you don't want to talk about them."

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