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Anakin's office [early Monday morning, before classes]

Anakin, who had been running on the power of coffee for the last week, hadn't stopped watching the Games since the last shipment of bread had been delivered. There had been interviews with the survivors' families: Anakin was looking only to see Katniss's sister and to check that she still had all of her fingers attached.

He rubbed at his eyes blearily as the games began again, steeling himself for another day of devious, horrifying death. They were down to eight. Things were going to get even uglier.

[OOC: Up suuuuper early for the Hunger Games crew. NFB for character death.]

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If you stayed over again, or not.

Jaina had commed out early last night because she had to, and by the time she called again, she was traveling again. (If Zekk hadn't known how important this was to her before, he got the point when she let him set their course and fly to call.) It also meant she was running on no sleep still, but she'd be shocked if anyone wasn't.

"Hey," Anakin said. "Tell me you're drinking real caf."

Someone was perhaps a little anxious for a distraction.

"I have caf available," she said, "but I haven't had time to actually get any. I know you're jealous."

The words were teasing, the tone not so much.

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Once again, Wesley had spent the night, and he was entering an increasing state of panic with every moment that passed. And no, he still hadn't slept, although he'd stolen brief naps while other tributes were receiving camera attention here and there.

Ghanima set a cup of tea and a fresh bun down next to Wesley, but she wasn't going to press the issue and try and force him to eat. As long as he sipped at the tea to stay hydrated, she would be content.

Wesley didn't even notice reaching for the tea and taking a sip, but he did it. He never once took his eyes off the screen as he then reached for the bun that he didn't even know he knew was there, and took a bite.

Thanks, Ghanima.

Gabrielle had, again, spent the night bent over her scrolls -- not sleeping, just dozing for a few minutes at a time when the words weren't coming to her easily enough and frustration set in.

She looked haggard and miserable and ink-stained, like she couldn't handle any more of this -- but she wasn't going anywhere.

Ghanima set tea and a fresh bun down next to Gabrielle. "Go wash your face and hands," she prompted gently. "It will only take a moment, and you will feel more refreshed."

Gabrielle looked longingly at the tea and bun, then glanced up gratefully at Ghanima.

"I can't," she protested hoarsely, stammering just a bit. "I -- there's --"

She would feel better, though, and it would help, so she closed her eyes and nodded.

"If I miss anything important, please, let me know?"

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Ghanima had been going back to her suite at the hotel, for tea and meditation, and to check on Alice. She would be able to function without sleep as long as needed, but the space away from the images of wanton, wasteful death was appreciated.

When she returned today, it was with hot, steaming fresh buns from JGoB and one of her special calming teas. She had a feeling that both would be appreciated today.

"How long do you think it would take for any of that to get delivered intergalactically?" asked Jaina. She was definitely joking, though it was more for something to do or say than anything, since she didn't feel or sound at all jokey.

Especially when she hadn't been hungry since Saturday.

"Tell me what system you're in, Miss Solo, and I can see what I can do," Ghanima quipped. "It may take a few days, however. The postal service may look at me askance if I simply address it to 'Jaina Solo, a galaxy far far away, giving people headaches.'"

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Karla hadn't even pretended to sleep, she'd stayed glued to the screen all night. She'd tried to eat a little the night before, but it had sat like a lump in her gut.

Another day for tea then.

And tea she would have. Ghanima set a slightly larger stone cup next to Karla, and filled it to the brim. "You will drink it before it gets cold," she informed her youngest apprentice, gently. "Or you will drink it cold, and then have another."

"Yes, Lady Ghanima," Karla murmured obediently, almost grateful for the order. It gave her something to do, something she didn't have to try to think of herself.

Though after taking it, she spent a lot of time just staring into its depths before taking the first sip.

Warren hadn't left last night. He hadn't had it in him to drag his way back to the dorms, and he didn't want to miss anything, anyway. So, tired and even more ruffled than yesterday, he was making headway, halfheartedly, through a cup of tea that he'd gotten from somebody or other.

It was probably even good tea, too.

Since Warren already had found some tea, Ghanima simply handed him one of the fresh buns. "Try and eat something," she urged. "Even just a bite or two."

Warren looked at the bun for a moment, tired enough that it actually took him about that long to figure out what it was. And then he nodded, and reached for it, quirking a...

... Well, it wasn't a smile. It was a forced something, that was sort of thankful, and it involved the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly. But it wasn't a smile.

"I don't know if I'll be able to keep it down," he murmured, honestly. "Been having pretty bad luck this weekend with that. But thanks."

Bod hadn't stayed but he was back again early, looking fairly well rested after a forced night of sleep. He knew he wouldn't be as focused or sharp if he hadn't rested so he'd made himself.

He was drinking water again and mentally preparing himself for another day of this.

Ghanima offered him the basket she'd brought with buns and treats from JGoB. "Breakfast, Bod?"

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Zoe had made sure to go home last night, needing to put some distance between herself and what was happening in order to calm down. She brought coffee with her this morning, for anyone who needed an extra jolt. It was difficult to imagine anyone falling asleep watching the Games, but she figured a little extra caffeine couldn't hurt.

Ghanima passed the basket of baked goods to Zoe. "I doubt many of us will eat," she said, "but hopefully we can all manage something."

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Hunt when hungry, sleep when not, for hunger always returns, the saying went. And yet last night Firekeeper and Blind Seer had done neither, save for a few minutes here or there when one of them had let their eyes drift closed from exhaustion- only to be awoken shortly by a nip or a poke from the other.

The return of those who'd spent the night elsewhere had both wolves roused to full attention, peering at the screen anxiously to await any new developments.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Alex had once more forced herself to go home, take a long shower, and at least lie down in her bed for one hour.

She didn't sleep. She only kept seeing visions of the nightmares from the arena. But lying in a darkened, quiet room could sometimes at least give you a hint of rest, if not much.

She watched the digits on her clock and switched off the alarm before it had a chance to go off. When she hauled herself out of bed, she was sure she looked as haggard as she felt. She was equally sure she didn't care.

A few cups of tea later, and she was at least presentable. Fresh clothes and toast helped. And then, back to Anakin's office, to check on the children.

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