"Solar Sunnydae. District 5." Welp, that was his name, alright. There was nothing else to do but keep moving forward, keep moving forward. He wasn't anxious, exactly. Solar was an actor, performing for others had been his whole life! But this wasn't just a performance. He had to prove he deserved to live. Cold. Way colder than anything Solar had ever felt before. It jerked them out of their thoughts, not like the real world was any brighter. Their eyes adjusted, though, and it seemed the room was like a small, more concentrated version of the Training Hall. And there, at the opposite of the room, Solars audience was waiting. He put on his brightest smile, and used his strong, clear, commercial voice. Not too loud, Solar. You don't want to have to repeat yourself, do you? "Hello! I hope you're all having a... a sunny day!" What was their plan? What did they want him to do? Cold, cold, snow, ice... fire? Was he supposed to make a fire? That couldn't be too hard. Solar approached the small fire building station, and looked over the materials. They thought they knew what to do. They picked up a bundle of sticks, and began to pile them together. Then they had to do that thing, where they had to rub another stick against the rest, or something. That should be simple, right? It wasn't, apparently. Solar tried. They tried so, so hard. But it was barely even smoking. Why, out of all the weird little talents and skills Solar had picked up over the years, why couldn't fire-building have been one of them? After another failed attempt, Solar looked back up at the Gamemakers. Most of their expressions were unreadable, but some seemed disappointed, or pitying, or... was that one laughing at him? They... were laughing? He was going to die, and they just laughed? No. No no no. Solar was going to get this fire lit, one way or another. He looked back at the table of materials, and saw just what he needed. It took a few minutes, a few agonizingly cold minutes, but Solar had set the stage. He lit the match. Lights. He stared at the Gamemakers. Camera. And he dropped the match. Action. The lighter fluid Solar had poured all over the floor ignited, and the flames seemed to explode upwards from where the match had fallen. He stepped back. And the Gamemakers didn't seem impressed. They didn't seem to be thinking anything at all. This time, it was Solar who wanted to laugh. "Like I said!" They shouted. "Hope you're having a sunny day!" The door was open behind them. The smoke alarm was loud and painful to hear. Solar's time was clearly up. They turned and stomped out the door.
he's just having a day guys, it's okay
