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Jake doesn’t remember a lot about the hospital in Two, but right now he wishes he remembered a little less.
Or that there was any chance whatsoever that he was delusional right now.
But no, he apparently used up his entire lifetime’s worth of luck not getting killed in the cave-in, because the doctor who comes into the room is definitely the same doctor he tried to flirt with in Two, and he’s definitely at least as hot as Jake remembered, and there is definitely no way to look cool to someone who’s here to examine the scarred mess of what’s left of his leg.
( Click for more silly tropey goodness )"If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. For every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died."
--The Grapes of Wrath
Sara knows it’s bad when Rokia isn’t at the shop when she gets there from school. Confirms it when Rokia comes in later, furious and breathless, Kadi on one hip and a battered duffel over her other shoulder. She barely glances at Sara, on her way up the stairs to the office where Sal’s been holed up doing paperwork. At the very least, the latest attempt to get Mata to watch the girls after school apparently isn’t working. But this feels like more than that.
What do you do when you can't fix the real problems? For Sara, it comes down to helping where she can. Even if that means breaking some laws.
The Capitol isn't a good place for Rokia to be, and everyone knows it. When one bad night makes it even more obvious, Rokia finds out just how protective mentors can be.
This is a bad idea. Lyme’s not sure she’s up for mentoring at all, much less with a kid she doesn’t know from a district she’s only been to on Tours. What does she know about any of what this girl’s been through?
But she needs somebody, and there isn’t anybody else.
That’s what it comes down to, really. There isn’t anybody else.
Lyme's never been good at looking away from kids who need her. This time she's navigating without a map, this time the Arena's years long and barely over. But she can't not try.
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This is basically the same as the Lyme-adopts-Rokia fic I posted here a little while back, but now it's on AO3 if that's easier for people.
"If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. For every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died."
--The Grapes of Wrath
The die is cast, the spark set, the flame growing. Zea finds herself swept up in a world she never dreamed of; Sara has been dreaming of setting this fire for years. What can a few people do against the Capitol? Much more than they ever expected.
Overall map of Panem
(and with current satellite view of North America)
Maps of District Nine (contains spoilers for chapter 1 of "proof that the spirit has not died")
"If the step were not being taken, if the stumbling-forward ache were not alive, the bombs would not fall, the throats would not be cut. For every bomb is proof that the spirit has not died."
--The Grapes of Wrath
The die is cast, the spark set, the flame growing. Zea finds herself swept up in a world she never dreamed of; Sara has been dreaming of setting this fire for years. What can a few people do against the Capitol? Much more than they ever expected.
ALSO @powerfulkittyfacepanties and I were talking about Panem’s economy, and how people in the districts are paid and how the Capitol functions economically and I think the general consensus was “badly” but do you have any more specific thoughts?
Maybe some stuff about her at school? I know she didn’t like it much - too many other responsibilities. Did she have any encounters with well-intentioned but ultimately meddlesome teachers? What was moving schools like when they moved to live with Sal? Dealings with bureaucracy?
The war is over. The country is rebuilding. They won. But just like the Games: it's never over. Or it's not over yet, anyway.
Rokia, picking up the pieces.
--Everything still feels unreal and faraway. Rokia can't make it register, all of what's about to happen, and she doesn't really think she wants to. That much… it might drown her if she tries to think about it all at once. Better to break it down, one day, one job, one moment at a time. She heads for the back of the train to watch the District disappear behind her.
Will she ever make it back? Will any of them?
Rokia, at the Third Quarter Quell.
It would be tempting to claim that Isabela is always there when Hawke needs her, but we know that isn't true. It's just not entirely wrong, either.
--This fic grew a Varric interlude, while I'm figuring out the Act 3 chapter