[MINGLE] Wendi-go-go to the inn

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Village and Inn
WHEN: 27-31 July
OPEN TO: ALL - Mingle
NOTES: The Wendigo threatening the village will be killed mid 28 July, with a Blue Lily, per these threads. Plot details here. Note: The final fight is close enough to be seen from the upstairs inn windows.
WARNINGS: Wendigo attack mingle, please warn in comment headers if discussing violence, gore, or related trauma. Possible mentions of character death.

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The urgent warnings come from villagers returning south from the lake: a creature twice the size of a man, antlered and voracious. Larger than any they've seen on the plains, stalking its way to the main village. Some might have their own names for this hunger in a skin of shadow; others might remember that it was the first to claim a life, in their village's short history.

Whatever context one has for it, best to secure all pets and loved ones before it arrives. With weapons and food stores at the inn, the call goes out to gather — And to bring back any tools, because there's no telling what doors and windows can do to stop such a creature.

Comments

[juststayalive]

Haymitch is used to death, certainly, more than he should be. More than anyone should be. He's seen more of it up close than most people in Panem, but that doesn't make it any easier to handle what just happened. He'd been resigned to losing the tributes he mentored, because someone from District Twelve winning had only happened a couple of times in the history of the Games.

Until Katniss and Peeta. Mostly Katniss, because she had the skills and the spirit required to have any kind of chance at winning, but Peeta had surprised him plenty, too. It makes a macabre sort of sense that after Katniss had disappeared, that Peeta was lost, too, because since their first victory in the arena, it had hardly been one without the other. One to be the symbol and one to get everyone to like them.

"There's talk of having a funeral. Nothing big. Just some words." Which is all anyone from District Twelve usually gets anyway; what little they have is too precious to bury with a body.