dial 999, it's a good time // sera&flynn comms.

{ inspo }

day one. post-bloodbath.

*radio signal crackles to life.*

“Does this work... Sera? Hello? It’s Flynn!”

“Oh... yeah. I guess. What’s up? Crazy day, right?”

“You didn’t step off the podium early then? Good! You’ve got time and you’re wasting it looking for that District One girl.”

“Hmph. Not yet. But the night is still young.” “What do you mean? I thought you’d be happy with me trying to make an effort to make friends.”

“Have you not noticed that half of the tributes are missing? There’s been no canons...” “They’re all trapped with no way out. She’s gone. Stop looking for her and go with Circe.”

“Wow, now that you mention it, I hadn’t actually noticed all of the empty pedestals while I was running for my life earlier. Thanks sooo much!” “But... trapped? Why? How? Shouldn’t we like, try to help her? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Sera! There’s no way in or out where she is. Over here they’re saying the elevators malfunctioned, she is not even in the arena... but I think the Gamemakers are playing games! They’re killing each other in there, nobody is getting out... you need to keep moving or they will trap you too!”

“Oh. Well, that’s... unfortunate. Kinda fucked up. But... okay. I’ll tell Circe. I guess we’ll stay together.” “...Thanks. Any more advice? Tips on where to avoid? You know, just in case I decide to care.”

“Unfortunate? You don’t sound very – it doesn't matter, just keep the District Four close by! And stay away from the mu–”

*radio signal crackles and the conversation is cut.*