[003] - text - forward dated to the 17th, late night

[64th]

[ the time stamp on the post is evidence that Cashmere's not sleeping well. she has a few ghosts of her own, and the small glimpses she's seen are enough to bring up plenty of bad memories, stirring up too familiar nightmares. she'd rather catch something weird out of the corner of her eyes than relive their deaths in her sleep. which is why she's making weird posts about prison wine instead of sleeping. ]

I need a drink. Anyone else feel the same way?

My parents are vintners and I had some training before I won my Games. The supplies here are less than ideal but we could still make wine. If people are willing to help, I'm willing to share.

Here's what we'll need:
Fruit: lots of it. Oranges and apples should work.
Sugar.
Yeast: bread will do if no one can get their hands on any.
A plastic bag.
A towel.

Any takers?

01 video.

[advising]

[ The feed flickers on, and the camera noisily jostles, the hands holding it trembling faintly, but not out of fear. The man that appears on the screen, ragged as he is, looks as far from fear as he can be. In fact, he's even mildly annoyed, instead, his face sporting a few bruises here and there. ]

Well, isn't this just cozy.

[ A rather unimpressed smirk twists over his lips. ]

Expected where I was going to be a lot less... formal. You know, the ritzy carpet here and the beds. Nice welcoming committee-- screaming ghost children. I think I like that one best. Really... authentic.

[ The styling of this place would make Effie Trinket sob. Even he finds it gaudy. He looks off screen for a moment, as if examining something (an empty flask), the clink of a metal lid being unscrewed, a scoff. As if he didn't both look and sound annoyed enough already. ]

I'm going to need to know a couple of things. One, has anyone gotten together any plans and information to get out of this place, or we all just going to sit and play patty-cake until something goes bump in the night? And two -- a drink. Something strong. I've run out, and I'm going to need another very soon, the way things are here.

[ Not that he would trust many (if any) of them, but better to use them for what they know now if it will help him and his get out of this place. Of course he's probably more concerned than he looks, but there's not a point in letting them see him sweat. Not when there doesn't appear to be any outright danger, but that is most concerning of all, of course. ]