A/N: Giant collage of all the interview dresses that was both easy and absolutely impossible to make ^^ Thank you guys for sending your interview outfits in! They're all so beautiful. <3

I'm going to make the Interviews two parts long, since then being one whole chapter would be WAAAY too long 0-0

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At long last, the evening of interviews had dawned on the Capitol. The twenty-four Tributes had spent all day receiving their second full-on makeover–the hair plucked from their bodies like feathers off a chicken, their every imperfection and blemish covered. Now they were all dressed up and, according to their stylists, ready to be presented to the world. The Tributes were all nervous, knowing that everyone–their families, the Districts, Capitol, and President Saki himself–would be watching their interviews.

All of the guys were decked out in fancy tuxedos, with dress shoes on their feet and bow ties looped delicately around their necks. Their hair had been brushed and combed and smoothed out, their skin seeming to glow in the night. Holes for tails had been cut in the dress pants of some, while other certain turtle mutants wore no shoes due to their enormous feet.

The female Tributes wore dresses, each one of them unique and beautiful in its own way. Monica gazed proudly at her traditional Puerto Rican dress, a one-strap red white and blue one with ruffles at the end of the sleeves. Her hair had been styled into a complex and elegant braid, a crown of red roses perching on her head. A loose red dress billowed out around Piper's calves, its long sleeves obscuring her furry shoulders and black flats covering her feet.

Madison felt a mix of happiness and frustration as she looked down at her one-strap dress, a knee-length purple one covered in glitter and sparkles.

I could be wearing a tux right now, she thought. But of course my stylists think tuxes are just for guys.

What kind of sexist crap is that?

Sarina's long, silver dress was so glitzy that it created a glittering display whenever she moved. The dress had short sleeves and hugged her curves tightly, something Donatello found himself unable to look away from. Her white hair fell down her back smoothly, and little silver earrings dangled from her ears. Penelope's one-strap, cyan blue dress was covered with tiny, sparkling seashells on the chest area, reminding her of District Four. The skirt of her short dress was ruffly and frilled out, almost like a tutu, and white gloves covered her four-fingered hands. Her stylists had tried to flatten and take her wild black hair, which had only somewhat worked. The lizard girl felt herself smirking at her stylist's failure.

They can try, but they can't tame this beast, she thought, patting her hair.

Hazel walked out beside her wearing a fancy masquerade dress, in shades of green that complimented her skin tone nicely. At her waist, the green skirt of the dress became ruffly, slowly fading to black ruffles at the bottom. There was a reason why she'd picked this specific dress to wear–not just because it looked pretty.

Mom wore a dress exactly like this, on her first date with dad.

Katrina shuffled past them, wearing a short, glittery purple dress with short sleeves and a lighter purple bow tied around the waist. Her hair had been let loose from its ponytail, allowed to fall down her back smoothly. Kayenne's outfit was more daring than the other Tributes'–bright orange in color, the skirt was angled and the top stopped below her chest area, exposing her midriff. Two orange bracelets twined around her left arm as well.

Winter had chosen to go the simpler route, wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a light blue tulle skirt that came down to her knees. A bracelet the same color of her dress was looped around her wrist, and a white hair clip shaped like a rose had been pinned on the right side of her hair. Caravina's long red dress fit on her tightly, clinging to her body and showing off her curves. A large hole had been in the back of her outfit, making room for her large wings, and her tail stuck out from beneath the dress.

As fast as her brown heeled sandals could allow, Scarlet scampered up to her big brother, beaming with excitement. She was wearing a short, simple red skater dress with thick straps. Her long brown hair had been braided again, this time with little red flowers woven in. Sofie and Elsie stood together, squealing and beaming over each other's outfits. Sofie was wearing a short, one-strap pink dress, while Sofie's dress was floor-length and light yellow in color.

Destiny chuckled at the girls' enthusiasm; her tail wagged excitedly from underneath her long black dress, decorated with beautiful white-jeweled patterns. Galaxy's eyes sparkled as she emerged soon after, wearing an elegant black dress with silver decorations. Leonardo found himself looking the two girls up and down as they strode past him, unable to stop staring.

Everyone steered clear of Cyn, even though her dress looked lovely–a floor-length, flowing purple one that parted slightly at the bottom. Shelby stood alone; she was dressed in a magnificent ice-blue dress that flowed out gently behind her, decorated with shimmery white lace and white silk tied into a bow at the back. Her brown hair was styled in an up-do resembling a blossom, and snuggled behind her ear was a white rose that had been frosted over–courtesy of her. She looked around, trying to spot Michelangelo, and found him eventually–talking to Winter. At this, Shelby huffed and looked away.

Onstage, Caesar Flickerman took a seat, waving and smiling at the audience and patting his blue wig a little. Still beaming, he boomed,

"Let's get these interviews started!"

***

"Leonardo, I hear that your father is the Hamato Yoshi. As in, the famous jewelry maker."

"It's true," Leo replied, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"It must be simply amazing, being related to such a well-known figure. Do you plan on making jewelry like him someday?"

"Since I was young, I've wanted to follow in my father's footsteps. Take over his business when he couldn't run it anymore, make jewelry just as amazing as his. If I survive these Games, I'm gonna keep pursuing that goal."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck with that. Ladies and gentlemen, Hamato Leonardo of District One!"

***

"So, Monica. Have you got anything to look forward to when you get back home, if you're the victor of the Games?"

"I do," Monica replied. "My lovely mother will be waiting for me if I get back."

"Is that all?" Caesar asked, raising an eyebrow. "No good-looking fellows you'd want to get together with? Or pretty jewelry to try on, since you're in the luxury District? You'd have enough money to go on the biggest shopping spree ever!"

"Is that all you think women want to do?" Mona demanded, her voice tight with anger. "Go shopping and date men?"

The expression on Caesar's face told the audience that he knew just how much he'd screwed up.

"N–no!" he sputtered. "I–I'm sure women have much better things to–"

Monica stood up, her eyes blazing as she took a menacing step toward Caesar.

"Er–ladies and gentlemen, Monica Verlisa of District One!"

***

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Piper. I hear that your family life is rather...troubled."

"It wasn't a normal family experience," Piper replied curtly. "But I'd prefer not to talk about it."

"Understood. So, do you think you have what it takes to survive the Hunger Games?"

"I would hope so. If so, then I'll try my hardest. If not, I plan on trying my hardest anyhow."

"I admire your spirit," Caesar smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, Piper Schafer of District Two!"

***

"What a lovely dress you have on tonight, Madison," Caesar commented.

"It's nice," Maddie admitted, smoothing out her outfit some. "But I'd much rather be wearing a tux."

"A tuxedo?" Caesar sounded genuinely shocked. "Why in the name of Saki would you want to do that? A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't be wearing clothes meant for men."

"Oh?" Maddie challenged. "There are no laws against it. Why can't I wear a tux if I want to?"

"Because–"

"Because this Capitol is openly sexist and ruled by gender roles. Good night, ladies and gentlemen."

With a satisfied smirk, Madison stood up and walked off the stage, leaving a wildly cheering audience and a speechless talk show host behind her.

***

"You and your District partner seem very...mentally advanced, Donatello. Perhaps some of the smartest Tributes we've seen in a while. Do you think there's a reason behind that?"

"Well, when you grow up in a District full of technology, you're bound to learn a thing or two," the purple-masked turtle replied simply. "Sarina and I have been what you'd call nerds all our lives. We just...have a passion for learning, I suppose."

"What a great passion for you to have. Ladies and gentlemen, Donatello Agosti of District Three!"

***

"Sarina, what a beautiful name. As I said to your friend Donatello, you seem very mentally capable."

"I like to think of myself that way," Sarina replied with a small smile.

"You could easily use that brilliant mind of yours to win the Games. Is that your plan?"

"Honestly...I don't think I would want to win. Not if it meant taking the lives of others. If you ask my opinion, no one deserves to die in a way like this."

"It is tragic. But there are ways to kill other than physical harm."

"Yes...I suppose that's true."

"Yes indeed. Ladies and gentlemen, Sarina Subject of District Three!"

***

"You volunteered for a friend," Caesar said to Hazel. "What was his name, Timothy?"

"That's right," the curly-haired girl replied. "We've been friends for ages now. We're close."

"That close? So close you'd volunteer to take his place in the Hunger Games, eh?"

"Yes," Hazel's tone was firm, but sadness seemed to weigh her voice down. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he walked into those Games and died, knowing there was something I could've done to save him."

"That's very admirable," Caesar told her. "I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you."

"Ladies and gentlemen, Hazel Lewis of District Four!"

***

"Penelope. I've seen your scores from training and evaluation, and they were absolutely excellent."

"Thank you," Penelope said, forcing a polite grin. "I really didn't think I'd do that great. But hey, I did."

"Absolutely. I don't know about you, but I think those skills of yours put you in a good position in terms of the Games. Who knows? Maybe you have a good chance of winning.

"Maybe."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. Ladies and gentlemen, Penelope Sharma of District Four!"

***

"So, Katrina, how do you think the Games are going to go down this year?"

"I think they'll be intense," the teenage girl replied, smoothing her dress nervously. "Definitely intense. I mean, we've got some interesting Tributes this year."

"I agree. Do you think you're one of them?"

Katrina smirked, her brown eyes flashing.

"I like to think I'm an interesting person," she replied.

"Well, I for one think you're a very interesting person. Ladies and gentlemen, Katrina Lopez of District Five!

***

"From the looks of things, Kaya, you're the youngest Tribute in the Games this year. How does that make you feel?"

"Not very different. I still have as much of a chance at winning as everyone else does. Who cares about age?"

"You have a good point, Miss Alrid. So, I hear that your mutation gives you...unique abilities. Care to elaborate?"

"I'd love to, Caesar. But I can't give away all my secrets now–then I'd have no chance at winning, now would I?"

A hint of fear gleamed in Caesar's eyes as he spoke next.

"I understand. Ladies and gentlemen, Kayenne Alrid of District Five!"