{Passing Ships} [open, blitzish]

Lucas was a very well-known career trainer back in District One, so it was truly no surprise that he was invited to go to the Capitol to attend the event that would be celebrating President Snow's birthday. Of course, the man was ecstatic to be able to go. He'd never been to the Capitol, so this would be a new experience. Perhaps by attending the events that would be occurring, he may even receive more careers to train when he returned home.

When he left the District he called home for the destination of the luxurious Capitol, he had told one of his daughters, Sativa, to look after their home, as well as their personal training center. He was sure she would do just fine at it, too. She'd had to do so plenty of times when he was off campaigning for mayor, anyway. Unfortunately, he never did earn the position of mayor. Perhaps he'd try again in the next election.

Upon arriving at the train station, Mr. Prizemni stepped off the train with his single bag. He never packed very much, as he didn't feel that there was really all that much that he truly needed. He looked around at all the people bustling around the station when he heard a voice with a bit of a strange dialect, asking for help. He stopped walking and looked over to where the voice had come from. 

"Did you say you needed help, sir?" he asked the one who'd spoken to him.

When the man with the strange dialect spoke to Lucas, he was able to decipher what was said to him without too much difficulty. The other guy had asked him where the party was, which luckily, Lucas did have an answer to. From what he'd heard, the tea party would be taking place in the training center that they usually had the tributes in before any given Games. Although, he'd also heard that it was redone a bit for the party to make it more appealing, and, he assumed, perhaps a bit less grim. Many people associated bad things with training centers. Lucas didn't, as he worked in one, but he knew many folks who did.

The name that was given to Lucas as an introduction from the other man was Gander Ellesmere. It certainly wasn't a common name to him, but perhaps it was in whatever District Gander was from. It didn't take long for Mr. Prizemni to hear where Gander was from, either. He stated that he was one of the island folk from District Four, and Lucas nodded in response.

"I come from District One, myself. It's a pleasure to meet you," he told Gander. "I can help you get to the party, if you'd like."

It seemed now as if people were showing up left and right. First was a girl likely around the age of the boy that Lucas was speaking with. She called the two men 'gentlemen' and was asking for directions as well. Gander had replied, introducing himself to the girl and mentioning that Lucas had forgotten to give his name. He was slightly embarrassed by this mistake of his, but didn't let it show.

"Oh, right," Mr. Prizemni said. "I'm Lucas Prizemni. I'm a career trainer. I own my own training center in One." Although, before anything else could be said, another woman, very clearly hailing from the Capitol, approached their slowly growing group. She had snapped a few photos before doing so and now had a microphone as she welcomed them to the Capitol. Sure, it seemed as if she were talking to Gander, but at that moment, Lucas was feeling the opportunity to jump in the spotlight. Anything he could do to make a good impression on the people of Panem was a plus to him.

"Hello! Thank you for your kind welcome!" he exclaimed. This woman likely wasn't expecting him to be so enthusiastic, but he wasn't afraid to be, and therefore was. "I haven't seen much of it yet, ma'am, but I'll say, it's quite astonishing so far!"