on the morning of june 14th , 1968 a group of hippies fled into the mountains of colorado to wait for doomsday. --- 4 more years, that's all it was. 4 more years of the awful anxiety clawing its way out of hys throat, eating him alive, burning a pit in hys stomach -- and hy would be free. sure, there wasn't real freedom, there never was in the districts. but they would get to study. they would get money to tinker, to craft, to help the world. to do what they /loved/ . and that was good enough. hy fidgeted with hys tail between hys paws, worrying at it as hy tried hys best to ignore the agonizingly slow raffle on stage. four names. hundreds of cats in the age range. the hole in their stomach burned a little deeper. " starlight ____ ! " think happy thoughts. the project hy was working on at home, the telescope that would let hymn peer up through hys bedroom window and chart his own discoveries, the news of a freshly discovered astral body on the very edge of the solar system. it was a raffle, just a raffle. " kylo equin ! " 'ah, that was a problem,' supplied their brain, the last thought before their body slumped over. --- upon waking up from what hy supposed was a shock induced lapse, hys first thought was that hy was going to be eliminated before hys paws landed on the ground of the arena. hys second was how hy was going to bring a partially finished telescope into the pit of blood and hounds. --- title from phanta by el tigre. happy hunger games !
