Right when the doors are closed, I was surrounded by some people I didn't know.  I looked around and saw all of the other tributes talking with the people surrounding them, and I felt like something was wrong.  Then Kirsti appeared right next to me and said, "Rose, this is your new prep team!  I fired your old one.  Turns out, they were drunk, and I don't want drunk people to care for you." 

I said in a small, weak voice, "Hi."  Kirsti said, "Prep team, this is Rue.  Rue, this is Gilderhart, Kimlick, and Gimima."  They waved at me cheerily.  Then they started babbling out praise at how good I was and how pretty and "cute" I looked.  Then I was helped down from the chariot.

The Training Center had a special tower for the tributes, and each district tributes and their team has a whole floor to themselves.  All I had to do to get there was step onto an elevator with crystal walls and press a button that has an eleven on it for District Eleven.  I loved riding up, up, up and watching everyone below shrink.  I was too shy to ask to ride again, although it was tempting.

My quarters are at least twenty times bigger than my whole house back at home.  They're like the train, but they have tons of buttons and gadgets just begging to be pressed all over the place.  Right
when I stepped inside the bathroom, I gasped.  Three out of the four walls
were each completely covered in a mirror.  There was a huge bathtub
as big as a small pool.

The fourth wall, floor, bathtub, and ceiling were
pure marble.  I couldn't wait to try it out, so I carefully took off my blue dress and
stepped in the tub.  There were a lot of taps, and I used them all.
 Most were filled with perfume, but one spewed out black foam that was so
thick, I could lay on it and it would support my weight.  Another one
produced big bubbles that bounced around the walls and didn't pop.  

I enjoyed the most a tap
that sent thick perfumes shaped as miniature foods that lazily floated under my
nose, smelling like the food they looked like.  I tried eating one, but
immediately spat it out; it tasted like shampoo, which my mom could afford
once.  I really enjoyed that when she brought it home and we all had fun bathing with something to wash our tangled, messy hair.  The huge bath filled up
quickly, and I lay there, soaking in the warm, bubbly, perfumed bath and thinking about everything but the Hunger Games and what awaits me.

Right the moment I stepped out of the bath onto a mat, heaters blow-dried my body until it was all dry, which just took a couple of seconds.  No wonder I didn't see a towel anywhere in the bathroom!  When I left the bathroom, I programmed my closet to something that would suit me, and I pick out a pretty purple skirt and a green tank-top with pink flowers on it.  

While I'm changing, I look out a nearby window.  It goes to all of the parts of the city I want it to.  I look at a large menu and say what I want into a mouthpiece.  It only takes a moment for the food to appear, steaming hot or freezing cold in front of me.  I spend the rest of my time until Lilia calls me to dinner looking out the window, testing out different places.

When I entered the dining room, I saw who must be Thresh's stylist talking to Kirsti and Seeder by a balcony overlooking the Capitol.  Chaff is leaning back in his chair, relaxed.  I look around for Thresh, but I didn't see him.  He must still be in his room.  Lilia enters and says happily, "Dinner's ready!"

Kirsti, Thresh's stylist, and Seeder sit down and continue their conversation.  I notice Thresh only when he stands up from a corner and sits down by me.  We were served by young people, all silent and wearing white tunics.  I knew from the moment one offered me wine that he was an Avox, along with all of the others.  I had some cheese that melted on my mouth, mushroom soup, sweet blue grapes, bitter tomatoes that are as small as peas, noodles dipped in green stuff, and roast beef sliced thinner than a toothpick that looked and tasted rare.  

I savored every last bite.  When I had just cleared my plate, I  glanced over at Thresh.  He was swirling his fork in the noodles on his very full plate and his elbow propped on the table, holding up his head.  That made it seem that he was bored, but I saw the sick look on his face and realized that the rich food was making me pretty sick, too.  I didn't eat any more dinner after that, although I couldn't help but have five pieces of cake, it was so sweet.  And I have a big sweet tooth.