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"I'm here to help you make an impression." -Cinna

Alright, tributes! Show off your skills here. Make some alliances, learn your survival skills and practice your weapons. Most of you will die from being exposed and without enough water. The stations among us are ropes, weaponry: archery, knives, daggers; camouflage, attack simulation, weights and many more.

"A new training center, new tribute living quarters and of course a very special arena." -Effie Trinket

Oceana Shawers walked into the Training Center, a small smile coming onto her lips as she saw she was the first in the room. "Perfect!" She squealed, clapping her hands and jumping a little. She then coughed and went straight to the weapons. No-one was here to see her be brilliant.

Oceana picked up a knife, threw it, hit the target in the bullseye. She picked up a dagger, aimed for the outer-ring, threw it, hit the outer-ring. She kept doing this with each weapon, lodging a different one in a different target or dummy, until there was a row of impaled weapons. Yet when she got to the bow and arrows, she turned so her back was against the target, held the bow behind her back with the arrow in it, pulled back the string and released. She didn't look until she heard a small thump! Oceana smiled as she saw the arrow in the middle of the target. She put the bow down and hid in a corner, waiting for the next tribute to come in and see her work.

Leah walked through the doors, just in time to see the early bird Career ace a shot with the bow. Only a few feet past the doors, she began to slowly clap, her eyebrows raised and her face displaying amusement. She assumed a casual position, a small smile on her face. Perhaps getting here early would end up paying off after all. That was the only way she had convinced herself to wake up so early. After the Career set the bow down, she went off into the corner. Odd, but Leah wouldn't judge. Instead, she made her way over to the girl. "Hey," she said. "My name's Leah."

((I need to go, it won't be long.))

Oceana sighed and rolled her eyes as the tribute appeared. "Hello," She said, putting on a fake smile that looked just like a real one. "I am Oceana Amelia Shawers. Do you just have one name?" She spoke like a robot, seeing what the girl was made of.

((What won't be long?))
"No I don't. My full name is Leah Quinn Strauss," Leah replied, mimicking the tone the girl spoke to her with. "Do you talk like this all the time?" She smiled, half fake and half real. Perhaps the girl would open up to her, maybe she would stay shut. If she stayed shut, Leah could always find someone else. There was always Amiel, her partner... But he was twelve and she was eighteen.

With an aggravating growl, he was pushed out the doors of his bedroom. He tussled with his mentor, grunts escaping both of their lips as Dax was shoved to the floor right in front of the elevator. The doors seemed to bing open as soon as his elbows hit the floor. A sneer settled on his features as his mentor scowled down at him and gruffly sent them message he wanted to pass along. He was pushed inside with a tangle of arms, too infuriated to protest anymore. His ride down was joined by a younger tribute as they both had to proceed down to the training center. He sent a scowl at the boy, who he assumed had been looking at him.

With his lips pulled back in a sneer, he waited for the elevator doors to open up to the training center floor. He would have much rather state in his room and waited out until the arena began. He didn't need allies or any more training. He was fit by himself or any other help. But the Gamemakers would be watching, he recalled his mentor hissing at him. He needed to give them good impressions of himself so sponsors could support him in the arena. But the idea of any help given to him seemed to piss him off further. His eyes narrowed darkly as the doors opened with the sound of the bell and his legs made the movements. The doors to the training center was over and he could vaguely hear voices inside. Some tributes had already arrived. With a smoldering look at the Peacemakers at guard, Dax made his passage inside.

Leah turned to see the newest tribute to walk in to the Training Center. He was tall, tall and muscular. Perhaps a Career, but Leah doubted it. He didn't have the right air around him. He certainly looked angry though. She waved at him, but didn't wave him over. If he wanted to come, he could, but she wasn't about to invite him, especially for as angry as he looked.

His eyes had taken the stormy gray color they usually did upon his sporadic states of anger. They always seem to change depending on the considerate mood he had trapped himself in at that moment. It was something really strange about him, really. For such a terrible guy, he always seemed to feel harder than he wanted to. He felt everything more strongly and deeply. And right now, the only emotion powering him was anger. It coursed through him as he roughly brushed aside the Peacekeepers that held their stance by the doors. He found himself searching the faces of those tributes whom had already taken position in the training center, finding something to do.

Two females, he observed. The dark haired girl with lighter ends was obviously the Career from District One, while it took him another moment to recognize the blonde as the female tribute from District Five. While he wasn't keen on getting out and meeting the other tributes, he had studied their appearances from the tapes of their reapings. Perhaps it would do him good to introduce himself to other tributes. At least here, he could recognize really what talent he was up against. His hand rose to his jaw, swiping his chin as he scrutinized the blonde who had waved her had at him. His jaw clenched a bit as his cynical self made the abrupt decision to be sociable. With a deep sigh, Dax relaxed his features and attempted to stand in a more casual position. But anyone could see that he was still stiff. He frowned as he noticed that both girls were slouched in the corner rather than playing around with their tools. Rolling back his shoulders, he proceeded to the shelter building station.

((I don't really know how to respond to that XD))

((Eh...I don't know. Have her come there or something and introduce herself with some snarky comment. He's going to be mean to her, so she should say something that would impress him. Not like show off...but like be her own type of mean or something.))

((Will do XD))

Leah was amused by just how bad the new tribute's attitude was. It was also quite funny that he went to, of all the stations, the shelter building station. She would have guessed, what with how angry he seemed, he would have chopped off a dummy's head or something. Apparently not though. She turned back to Oceana, excusing herself, and made her way over to Dax and the shelter building station. She stood over his shoulder, watching him for a few seconds. "Building a shelter to keep the bad attitude in and the other tributes out huh?" she asked him with a smirk.

Scarlett had woken up very early that morning, and had been ready to go down to the training center after a hearty breakfast and short chat with her mentor. But one look in the mirror delayed her entrance to the training center by quite some time. You might think a Career wouldn't care much about their appearance, but this one obviously did. Once she had managed to tame her auburn waves and pull on a nicer looking tank and knee high capris, Scarlett made her way down to the training center. She pushed open the glass doors and saw that there were already 3 tributes there. One boy and two girls. She prayed she wouldn't be known as the girl with a sharp mouth after her Reaping, but she made her way to the weapons station where one of the girls was. Scarlett recognized her as another Career, the girl from One. Silently, she picked up a knife and threw it, both eyes closed, and opened her eyes just in time to see it pierce a dummy's heart.

He eyed the stacks before him. The items for the shelter building station were strewn far out in front of him, including sticks, branches with leaves, stones, and other natural materials. He stepped forward to crouch down and begin thinking up his own little shelter. Of course, it would all depend on the factors of rainfall, direction, other types of weather, terrain, the amount of days he was spending there, and also whether he had some trees around him or not. His thought process was, although, cut off by the sudden disturbance behind him. A scowl settled on his features as he realized that the blonde that had waved at him had no approached him and was attempting to speak to him. "Maybe you should take your own advice and keep out." Dax's voice was sharp and cynical, almost as if he felt odd around her.

Leah moved so she was beside the boy instead of behind him. She crouched down so that she was in a similar position to him. "Hmm... You see, I would, but I'm generally a positive person," she replied with a nonchalant shrug. "And you don't seem like the kind of person who's angry all the time. So what's up?" She looked at him sideways, gauging his reaction. For all she knew he was an angry person all the time, and was going to punch her in the face for speaking to him.

He watched her from the corner of his eyes, feeling constricted by her hovering figure. It was uncomfortable to have her watching him with those set of eyes and that only made him want to lash out her. His quick mouth seemed to tightly flatten itself as he turned his head to scrutinize her with his steely eyes. "Is this your strategy?" He asked in a mocking tone. "I don't give a damn if you're a positive person." Dax sneered down at her, a bit repulsed by how nonchalantly she was speaking. His chest clenched slightly as he reached forward and toyed with the materials he was given to build a shelter. "Now, shove off." He added on with a growl.

"No," Leah said. "And I don't give a damn if you're an angry person, so your arguement is invalid." She gave him a look that could only be described as a mix of an "I-told-you-so" look and a "really?" look. He did look about ready to punch her square in the nose, but she really didn't care. Let him punch her. It'd only show how well she could manipulate people if she wanted to. Really, her intent was only to size him up, to see what extent he would go to, maybe even get him to crack. That required patience, something she had, but something the tribute she was talking to didn't seem to.

His jaw clenched as he turned his head again to look up at her. It was a wonder how he was able to communicate with people without having himself throwing a tantrum or having them throw something at him. "And what exactly is your purpose of being here? I obviously don't want you here and for some idiotic reason, you've decided to pester me." Dax pointed out his observations. The smug expression on his face riled him up a bit, but he refused to come out of this without taking her down. It was a talent of his to bring people down within a minute, but she seemed to be taking the conversation patiently and lightly.

"Hmm... Let's see. I wanted to talk to you, or maybe I wanted to see what was making you so inhumanely angry," Leah replied with a small smile. "You know, treat you like a human instead of a ticking time bomb." He seemed to want only victory in this battle, which she knew would be highly unlikely. Especially the way things were going. She was coming up with pretty good counters also, which was always a plus. If Leah was one thing, she was a puppet master, and she almost always ended up victorious when it came to people.

((I am sarcastically declined today. Being mean usually comes naturally to me...))

His eyebrows raised at her comment, feeling his anger thinning. It was now replaced with a cautious sense of curiosity. She was strange. Unlike other girls he had spoken with. Most of them were obnoxious brats that refused to lift a finger and help out around the district. By what he could tell, she was used to being overlooked and brushed aside by people who thought were superior than her. And this was her way of showing them that she was not. "Inhumanely angry, huh? Hadn't ever thought of it that way." Dax mused, his eyebrows furrowing a bit as he glanced over at her. "And you expected that I would spill my guts to someone I didn't even know?" He challenged.

((Aw, poor you... *NOT SARCASTIC AT ALL* *but seriously I wasn't being sarcastic*))

"I didn't," Leah replied. "I'm not asking for your life story here. I'm just asking what the universe could have possibly done to you to make you so... Furious, angry, annoyed, aggravated. You know, the whole sha-bam. And if that is your life story, well... I feel bad for you." She said, noticing that his annoyance towards her was fading. Perhaps she would come out the victor of this battle after all, not that she expected to lose anyways.

((*raises eyebrows* I'm known for being sarcastically mean to people. It's really fun.))

She seemed to be rambling now and he found no interest in what she really was saying. He just pretended to listen, nodding along. Even without paying attention, he figured everything she said and processed it through his mind. "I have a shitty mentor." He merely responded with, screwing his mouth a bit to the side, his eyes dancing away from her to the side where the Gamemakers sat and then to the Peacekeepers corning the walls. "Now that you know, can you..." Dax waved his hand at her, his eyebrows creasing as he frowned at her. She was getting quite bothersome and he really didn't have the patience to sit around and squabble with her.

((I can appreciate that. I HAVE THIS THING THAT I THINK IS REALLY GOOD BUT I HAVE NO IDEA IF IT IS REALLY SO HERE GOES...))

"Yeah sure," Leah said. "No wait, there's something I think might help you out. It was something they taught us back in my District. If you fight fire with fire, neither fire will ever entirely consume the other. But if you fight fire with water, eventually the water will snuff out the fire." With that, Leah stood and made her way towards a station that had several plant quizzes on smaller tablets. She took a wayward route to get there, stopping by the knives to pick one up. But when she did get there, she pried the back of the tablet off and started messing around with the wiring system. It reminded her of home, in the sense that there were wires everywhere, and that each wire contained electrons that moved around and powered the device they were attached to.

((EXPLAIN!!))

His eyes narrowed a bit as she offered her help. He cast her something close to a glare as he looked up at her finding her speaking about fire and water. He reluctantly listened to her, taking information and absorbing it quickly. She padded off quickly and he was left a bit dazed in position. No, she didn't get to do that. Standing up quickly, he followed her to the plants station, leaving behind the natural materials he had been using at the shelter building station. "What the hell do you mean?" Dax prompted her, leaning over her at the side where the authorities all sat, including the Gamemakers, the Avoxes, and the Peacemakers.

((Like fire, angry. Water, calm. Basically two angry people will never be able to beat each other, but a calm person will be able to beat an angry one? XD I don't know it might be stupid.))

"I recall you wanting me to leave you alone," Leah said with an amused expression on her face. "Are you taking that back now?" Her fingers continued to fiddle with the wires, even as she spoke. She looked up at him, holding back a smile.

((Hmm...interesting. Hadn't quite thought of it that way before.))

His lips twitched at the expression on her face, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes and snap at her. Yes, he had some strange urge to speak to her while at the same time he wished to keep her as far away from him, preferably using a long stick to do so. "I'd consider extending the time that I allow you to speak to me." Dax casually replied, looking down at the piece of work she was fiddling with. Many wires had been pulled out and he had a bad feeling about what she was attempting to accomplish. "Now, explain what you're doing."

((You know me... Changing the way people think. ;) ))

"Uh, rewiring this to make it more efficient," she replied. "They haven't updated it in years, and it really sucks." She looked down at the mess of wires and set about putting each one in a specific port, the way she had learned to in Five. All the new tablets they had been sent for wiring had been done the way she was adjusting it to... Why weren't these? She was puzzled, and would have to find out later.

((Yup...you just changed my life completely ;$ ))

He nodded his head, watching her a bit more cautiously. He didn't know how rewiring really worked. It was a bit harder of a concept to teach in District Seven, so he was keen on learning how to do it now. Not that he would need rewiring in the future. "I thought that Capitol liked to have the most advanced products." Dax prompted, his fingers moving subconsciously forward and prodding the tablet. "Why would they put outdated tablets in the training center for the Hunger Games? This is the event of the Capitol." He shook his head in befuddlement.

"I don't get it either believe me. The weirdest thing is that we've been sending out this version for almost six months," Leah said, shaking her head. "But then again, it's not like these don't work. They just need to be charged more often." She continued to work at the tablet, her fingers moving rapidly, remembering every sequence from her training. In a few minutes, she had completely rewired the tablet and was reattaching the back. She flipped it over and set it up to reboot, knowing she would have to download and install all the previous programs again. She set it down after a few taps on the screen, letting the programs download.

((I actually have to go, but that was fun! :) ))

((Ah, alrighty I'll talk to you tomorrow! Yeah, it was a lot of fun! XD))

He watched her curiously, seeing her fingers fly across the wires in the hardware. He had never really seen work before. He hadn't worked in a factory or anything. Dax had been a part of a climbing company that plotted and scaled the area to locate resources in the mountainous areas. He was one of the lead climbers, being the one to climb up the scaled area without having the safety of another climber above him. He would have to support himself with a belayer underneath him. The falls were fast and hard though. Deaths were painless, however. It was that quick. That work had been much different than the work that this tribute worked with. "What's your name?" He finally asked her, his eyes scanning her face. He could remember her district, but not quite her name.

"Leah," she replied. "What's yours?" He seemed to be interested in what she was working on, probably because he was from... From... District Seven! That was him. She remembered his reaping from when her mentor made them watch. He must be used to chopping down or climbing up trees then, more physically exerting work than mentally challenging. But hey, if it worked for him, it worked for him. She preferred wires to axes and trees, but that was how she was raised.

((Aliya, Oceana isn't at the weapons.. But idk, has no one noticed her dagger, knife, arrow throwing?;) ))

Oceana turned her head as a new tribute entered the room. She had briefly skipped through the Reaping tapes and remembered that this lively character was from Seven. She raised her eyebrows slightly as Leah Quinn Strauss waved at him, then he went to build shelters. Oceana realized that this was probably to test out some stupid skills like how to use leaves to make a roof. Leah then excused herself and went over to join him. Oceana leaned against one of the pillars, watching the two talk. Leah then went over to the plant station, maybe after having said a good comeback. The boy followed. Oceana rolled her eyes once again, not bothering about silly plants. She wasn't that good on her knowledge, but would maybe know enough to keep her alive. She'd just have to avoid them at all times. Leah was from Five, the boy was from Seven, but the girl that just walked in was..

A Career, with wavy ginger or red-ish hair, brushed back. Great, Oceana thought, as she watched her head over to the weapons. She didn't seem to notice the ones she had thrown, which annoyed her a bit. Oceana racked her brains from the District the new tribute was from, then remembered it was Two. I'll speak to her later, I don't care about Careers at the minute. But do I make my way back over to Leah? Oceana didn't have time to make up her mind before her legs were walking her over to the plants station, but Leah seemed to have wires in her hands. Oceana stopped a few metres back, her footsteps not having made a sound on the way to this station. She heard the District Seven tribute ask what Leah's name was, and Leah replying, asking what his was.. Oceana rolled her eyes again. They were doing introductions, but yes, she had done one with Leah, but it hadn't really affected her thoughts on the girl from Five. If the person wasn't a Career, then she wouldn't pay attention to them. Oceana rocked back and forth on her heels, waiting for the conversation to go anywhere. She wouldn't say her name, she would wait for someone else to notice she was there.

Enika walked confidently into the training centre. She had not really listened to her mentor’s instructions, but her own rules were clear: She knew she needed allies. And allies meant one, communicating with people and seeming nice. She must not mess up and say something awful, and she must listen properly. And two, acting like she actually knew something useful. This was going to be hard. She just hoped she was early enough to learn how to use a weapon before potential allies arrived. Weapons were always more impressive than survival skills, and it couldn’t be that hard to throw a knife, she figured. So: Go to an empty station and learn how to wield a weapon, then… look out for the people who were skilled enough to be useful but unskilled enough to want Enika as an ally.
It was a plan.
Looking around, Enika was pleased. There were four other tributes. All careers, weren't they? Except for that girl there by the shelters. So, there was one knife thrower, the others were talking at the shelters. That would do for Enika's plans. She headed for the empty spear throwing station, looking curiously at the others as she passed. She ought to work out who the dangerous ones were, know her competition, right?
Reaching the spears, Enika picked up one of the weapons, weighing it in her hand and getting a grip of it. Bringing her arm back, Enika aimed and threw. It clattered to the ground; both the aim and distance were off. A trainer came forwards, offering help. Enika was about to scowl and tell her she didn't need it, but realised that she would need some instruction and tried to concentrate as the woman began explaining and demonstrating the correct way to throw a spear.

Amiel went into the training centre nervously, looking round in wonder at all the weapons. There were a couple of tributes at the weapons, but maybe he should start with some survival skills. He went to the fire building station. It would definitely be useful do know about.

((Oh, okay Mel...maybe have Oceana come over and talk to Scarlett?))

His eyebrows raised a bit as he looked down at her. He was obviously scrutinizing her with the way his eyes flashed over her face and then her physique. He knew exactly what his mentor would be urging him to do now. This was his opportunity to make allies. But Dax was never one to listen to others advice. He didn't want to think of what would be coming in the next few days but knew whatever would happen, it would be inevitable. Might as well make it memorable, right? "Dax." He introduced himself with a cautioned tone. He had a guarded expression while he looked at her. Feeling the burning feeling of eyes on him, he turned around, sending a smoldering glare at whomever made eye contact with him. He recognized the girl from District Two and Three. And younger boy, he recalled from being from Five. His expression pinched a bit as he looked at the younger boy, feeling a bit sick at seeing a twelve year old attending the Games.

Leah nodded to acknowledge Dax, but felt her heart clench again, just as it had at the reaping. Amiel, little tiny Amiel, had come in to the training center. He was only twelve. Too young to die. She wanted to scream to him to leave, to go back to the room. He couldn't be here, he shouldn't be here. He shouldn't face the wrath of the Careers, the gaze of the Gamemakers. He didn't deserve that. While Dax's back was turned, Leah made a quick, small motion to Amiel to find a station, and not to mess with the older tributes. It wasn't that Leah wanted him to live in fear, she just didn't want him to be crushed or flattened. The wiring was done, and she set about screwing the back panel on again.

A sharp breath slipped from his lips as he stared at the younger boy. He couldn't look away. He wasn't necessarily staring at the boy with a pleasant expression but the only emotions he could muster were disappointment, anger, and sympathy. He never saw himself as a compassionate person who was sympathetic towards others, but Amiel reminded him of someone dear to him. They were both young an condemned to death. He could help but feel differently about this boy rather than the rest of the tributes. "He's your district partner isn't he?" Dax spoke slowly, his voice losing the edge it usually did.

"Yeah," Leah said quietly, a definite heaviness to her voice. "I kind of know him too. It's the whole, person is friends with a person who's friends with them sort of thing." She knew she wanted to help Amiel, but couldn't deny the unmistakable feeling that he was going to die, and that there was nothing she could do to save him. It wasn't like she was going to give up, mind you, she'd try to keep him alive, point out people he should talk to, take him under her own wing if she needed to, but she didn't want to see him in the arena. She didn't want to see twelve-year old Amiel in an arena with bloodthirsty Careers.

He nodded his head, much too focused actually on the boy than the words that Leah was saying. He swallowed thickly, thinking of the limited chance the boy had. Perhaps someone would take action due to the sympathy some might feel for him and help him along on the rest day in the arena. But he was sure that even after that he wouldn't last long. He almost felt guilty for even thinking of it, but couldn't say anything to object. A deep sigh left his lips as his eyes wandered to the Careers before settling on Leah again. "It's inevitable, you know." Dax muttered to her.

"I know. I wish it wasn't though," she muttered back, knowing exactly what Dax meant. It was inevitable. She hated it, but it was. There wasn't much she could do to change that. But she couldn't live the rest of her life knowing she hadn't done anything, that she hadn't even tried to save him. Maybe she could give him fighting lessons. She was good at that, without weapons, just skin. She liked it too... It was a lot harder to seriously injure someone if you didn't use weapons.

((I'm going to have him eventually become a sort of overprotective older brother to him as they go on so...I'm trying to find a way to make it happen while being plausible.))

He sighed in the same tone, a bit ticked off about what was occurring. He didn't even know that boy. Why should he even care? He didn't care, he reprimanded himself. It was just some random boy who was going into the arena as well. But he had already memorized his face and it would be much harder to sleep at night knowing e might have been able to prevent another death. "Amiel, right?" He asked her tentatively, recalling the name vaguely from the reaping tapes he had watched in his own common room throughout the previous nights.

((Okay. I'd have Leah join in on that but she doesn't want to see him struggle, so she'll probably help Amiel in the center instead of the arena... Or all three of them could become allies. (I'm not formally asking by the way, it's way too soon to do that)))

"Yeah. Amiel Fenby," Leah replied. She had watched their reaping her own reaping right after Amiel had gone to bed on the first night. She'd even cried a little when he got picked, but not her own. No, she wouldn't cry over herself. Ever. Really, she had remembered most of the names, but not all of them. Dax was one of the few she'd forgotten. It didn't matter now, but she had just been thinking of Amiel, and how small and afraid he had looked at their reaping.

He nodded his head head again, swallowing a bit thickly as he turned to spare a glance in Amiel's direction. "I'm going to go practice a bit." He quickly said, but his voice revealed an emotion he wasn't too keen on revealing. Dax shook his head, frowning at the floor as he turned to look at the boy again. His thoughts had been invaded and it would remain that way unless he found some way to relieve himself of the younger boy. "I wouldn't mind a partner." He added on in a monotonous voice.

"You talking about me or him?" Leah asked. Perhaps she was getting somewhere with Dax. Even if he wasn't talking to her, she had seen that he was capable of feeling sympathy, and that was important to know. If you could feel bad for someone, you had some amount of vulnerability. Leah had it too, for it was simply human nature. Nobody could go their whole life without feeling anything.

He sent her a strange look over his shoulder, sighing a bit. "Why not?" He muttered to himself, looking at Leah again before he moved his gaze to the boy. "Considering the inevitable," he started softly. "I think we should at least give him some opportunity in what the rest of his days are like." Dax informed her of his intentions before turning around to catch the boy's attention "Fenbley!" He called out to the younger boy.

"Fenby," she corrected. And he had a point. His intentions were almost the same as hers. Yes, they seemed quite alike. She was anxious in that she didn't want Dax treating Amiel the same way he had treated her, at first that is. But she also didn't want Amiel to do something stupid. Just... She wanted to make sure Amiel was prepared, but she didn't want to guide him along in the arena. Hopefully he'd be able to find a different ally by then.

A sheepish expression slid onto his features as he looked over at her. He hadn't realized he had added the extra vowel and consonant to the boy's surname. He tilted his head to the side, looking over at the younger male tribute. "Fenby, what do you say to a quick spar?" Dax suggested into the most neutral tone that he could. It felt strange and it showed across his features. Coughing slightly, he flattened his lips into a line as he rose his eyebrows at the boy in question.

Leah shot Dax a questioning glance. Did he really just challenge a twelve year old, who, not to mention was less than half his size, to a spar? It seemed a bit ridiculous to her, not to mention dangerous, but she wasn't going to say anything unless it got out of hand. Maybe it would be good for Amiel, you never know.

((Hah, I wasn't actually going to have him "fight" with Amiel. Start off as normally, but it would end up being Dax attempting to teach Amiel stuff or something. I guess we kind of have to wait for squiggle then.))