User blog:OrangeGreenConverse/Phineas and Ferb Hunger Games

Intro
Hi! So this my first time creating a fanmade Hunger Games, and I'm really excited! I'm going to make a fanfiction out of it, with Phineas and Ferb as well as Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet.

But first we must have the intro...

~ President Snow smiled as he mounted the stage. In the 25 or so years since the Second Rebellion had been twarted and all of its locatable members, save the now married Peeta and Katniss Mellark, had been executed, the preident had aged very little, a hot topic among the Capitol citizens.

But tonight, the conversation was turned to a different matter. This year was to be the 100th Hunger Games, another Quarter Quell, and the president was about to read the twist.

"People of Panem, good evening!" President Snow said. "As you know, this is the Grand Centennial of the Hunger Games."

The Capitol people began to cheer. Snow allowed them to for a few moments, then gently quieted them down again.

"Thank you, thank you. It is also the fourth Quarter Quell. The twist, if you please."

A boy came with box of twists, opened it, and held it out to the president. Snow delicately pulled out the envelope labeled 100 and read it aloud.

"For the 100th Quarter Quell, to remind the people that both citizens and rebels were not able to save even some of their youngest children, this year, all the tributes reaped will be twelve years old."

All across the districts, people gasped in shock, even people in the Capitol started murmuring to each other.

"Wait, wait, I'm not finished yet. Also, other children will not be able to volunteer to take their place, no matter their age."

The Capitol bacame abuzz with gossip, but in the districts, the families either sighed because they had no twelve-year-old children, or hugged their twelve-year-old tightly, knowing that they had that much more of a chance of being reaped. ~

Well, there's the twist! Please only submit twelve-year-old tributes in the available spots! You may also submit mentors and stylists.

I might accept Gamemakers that are willing to actually help me create the arena. Two Assistant Gamemakers is plenty for me.

There is no limit to the amount of tributes, mentors, or stylist you can create, but if you create a stylist, please make chariot and interview outfits for both tributes.

THE ALMIGHTY ORDER OF EVENTS:
I will do Reapings from Phineas, Ferb, and Isabella's POV's (I'm not very good at writing for Baljeet and Buford ^^; ), then show the rest of the Reapings as the replays as Phineas is on the train.

Then comes the Chariot Rides. You can create chariot costumes up until I start writing that part, which will be once I have the Reapings and train ride written. If a district does not have a stylist by that time, I will create a costume, but it may or may not be very flattering to the tributes. Your choice. ;)

After that, training. Please tell me your tribute's best weapon/skill. Once training is open, you may post about your tribute doing certain things while they're there. Training scores will be given at the end of training. Mentors can greatly improve your score if you have them.

Interviews are very important to your tributes success, and they need a good mentor to coach them. An interview outfit is also recommended, otherwise, I will create one and the above rules apply. Interview outfits can be submitted right up until I start writing interviews.

And, finally... drum roll please... The Games! I will be well into my summer break when it begins, so expect regular, if not daily, updates.

After much thought, I've decided to post a condensed version of the events, much like usual Games, on here, and post the full-length fic on my deviantART. The full-length would just take to long.

I HAVE ALL THE TRIBUTES! TRIBUTES ARE OFFICIALLY CLOSED. Ferb's Reaping will be up either to day or tomorrow, depending on how much time I have.

Also, COME ON, PEOPLE! I NEED mentors. YOU need mentors too, if you want your tributes to survive!

Give me a name, gender, district, and personality. There are eight slots left.

I also need four more stylists. You may be a mentor and/or a stylist for your tribute or someone else's. Mentors will drastically affect training scores and the length of time a tribute has before they die. Good mentor = both increase. Bad/No mentor = both decrease.

And, what the heck, How about an Interview Host/Hostess too? Caeser Flickerman surely would have retired by now!

When I have the tributes/mentors/stylists filled, I will post Ferb's Reaping. The next one will mean Isabella's Reaping. After the last one is filled, I will post the train ride and begin writing the Games!

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!

Phineas's Reaping
“Hey Dad, where’s the blueprint I drew yesterday that was for the automatic wig washer?”

“I put it over there, on your blueprint table so it wouldn’t get lost, like the blueprint for the bug zapper from last week.”

“I told you, I didn’t lose it, Perry ate it or something!”

Michael just rolled his eyes and laughed. “It’s all right, son. Now let’s look at those blueprints again.”

Phineas and his dad were alone in the workshop, since they gave all of their employees Sunday off. FlynnCo was one of very few companies in District 1 that did so, and was a prime employer, since its products were huge sellers in the Capitol. Phineas and Michael ran the place, with some help from Michael's wife, Linda, and oldest daughter, Candace. Michael was a natural tinkerer and inventor, and it seemed Phineas had inherited the gift as well. Twelve years old, and helping his father run a successful business.

And this may be the last night Michael had with him.

Since the twist for the Quell had been announced, Linda had been frantic. Candace was already past reaping age, but Phineas was twelve and a half, this would be his first reaping. And his chances of being reaped went significantly up with the removal of the 13-18 year-olds from the equation.

Phineas felt his father put his hand on his shoulder and squeeze it. Phineas looked up at him and smiled.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“It’s alright to be scared, Dad, I'm scared too.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Michael calmed down at his son’s words and squatted down to hug Phineas. “I know, Phin. Just promise me something.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Yeah, Dad?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Michael smiled. “Be here bright and early day after tomorrow, 8 sharp.”

<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 15.75pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">* * *

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Mom, it’s ok.” Candace said around 12:00 the next morning, trying to calm her mother as they ironed the clothes the family was wearing to the Reaping. “There are still hundreds of twelve-year-olds in District 1. And since we don’t need tesserae, Phineas’s name is in there once. Once, mom.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Linda sniffed again, focusing intently on pressing her husband’s shirt. “It’s just, I'm scared Candace. What if something happened to him? What if-”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Candace silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Mom, if you freak out, that’s not going to help Phineas, it’ll only make it worse for him. I made it through six Reapings. And so will he.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">At that moment, Phineas and Michael came racing down the stairs into the kitchen, Phineas’s pet platypus Perry close at their heels.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Yay! I won!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“No you didn’t Dad, you pushed me out of the way right before we got to the doorway! You cheated, therefore, you forfeit.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The women smiled; this was a daily occurrence.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Brunch is on the stove, guys!” Candace calls from the laundry room, which was adjacent to the kitchen. A few seconds later, she hears a gleeful squeal from Phineas, and jumps when he surprisingly hugs her.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU CANDACE! Eggs Benedict is my favorite!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Candace set the iron down and ruffled Phineas’s hair. “That’s why I made it, silly. Now here’s your shirt. Do NOT get Hollandaise sauce on it, capiche?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Got it. Stay clean.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Candace tied on his bowtie as her mother did the same for her father. Candace and Linda were already wearing their finest dresses.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">So then the family all sat down to eat their late breakfast, Phineas tucked a napkin in his shirt to prevent any inevitable “accidents”, and Perry waited by Phineas’s chair for the inevitable scraps that Phineas would drop to him. Eggs Benedict was Perry’s favorite, too.

<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 15.75pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">* * *

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Caroline Tendara!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Phineas’s expression saddened as he heard the wails of the person who that name belonged to. He knew Caroline; her father was FlynnCo’s Head of Marketing. He made a metal note to let him off work for the next week or two.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">A sniffling Caroline was dragged up onto the stage. She wasn’t a Career like many of Phineas’s classmates, and he wished he could just go over there and reassure her. He hated to see people sad.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Well now, time to select our boy tribute!” said the much too enthusiastic Fluvey Twinkle, District 1’s escort. In usual Capitol fashion, he was wearing clothes that even the people of District 1 thought were strange. Phineas just couldn’t understand why-”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Phineas Flynn!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Phineas froze as everyone turned to look at him. He was too shocked to move, causing Fluvey to call his name again when no one came forward.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Phineas Flynn. Is there a Phineas Flynn here?”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“That’s me.” Phineas squeaked. “I’m Phineas Flynn.”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He walked forward slowly, all eyes on him. The square was completely quiet until he mounted the stage.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“PHINEAS!” His mother cried, desperately trying to break through the crowd.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Mom, stay back!” Candace yelled.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">“Honey, please!” Michael pleaded.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Perry chattered, distressed.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The crowd started muttering to each other. “Hey, isn’t that that the FlynnCo kid?” “Yeah, it is!” “The Capitol won’t like that.” “Duh, the only son of its best producer’s going to the Hunger Games!”

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Phineas walked over to Caroline and put his arm around her. “It’s going to be alright, Caroline. You'll see, everything’s going to be just fine.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">C<span id="cke_bm_84S" style="display: none;"> a<span id="cke_bm_83S" style="display: none;"> roline just sobbed harder and pressed her face into Phineas’s shoulder.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Ferb's Reaping
<span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Reaping Day started just as any other day for Ferb. He got up early, even though he didn’t have to, and walked down to the shop to do inventory, even though he and his dad wouldn’t be opening it today. There were a few loaves of bread in the basket on the kitchen table, and Ferb grabbed one to eat while he worked. After about an hour or so, Lawrence came down with another loaf of bread, and smiling at his son, began to work alongside him. Soon, the work was done, and the two men sat down behind the front desk to take a load off of their feet. The Fletchers owned an antique/parts/repair shop on the outskirts of the main square, and would normally see any number of different customers and vehicles on a normal business day. But today was not a normal business day. It was the Reaping Day, and they were required by the law of District 6 to close their shop all day. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb was a month away from being thirteen, so his name was still in the Reaping balls. Last year, Lawrence had been thankful for his late birthday, but this year, he wished Ferb had been a few months earlier, and spared the Reaping this year also. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb and Lawrence were the only family the other had; aside from some cousins that lived on the next block. Ferb’s mother had died of a disease that Lawrence could not afford to cure. The Capitol’s price for the medicine had been more than five year’s wages, a sum of money that Lawrence never possessed all at one time. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb had not talked much since; he had become a kind of psychological Avox, only speaking on rare occasions. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">One o’clock came all too soon, and the bell tower chimed out, calling all but the deathly ill and the doctors to the square.

<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">* * * <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb walked to the center of the stage and stood with the other boys. He craned his neck around, looking for his cousin, Emily. She saw him and smiled back. Please don’t let her be reaped, Ferb silently wished. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">The mayor, the escort, and District 6’s only victor in the last 25 years mounted the stage. As per usual, the escort, Mauvina Spark, was the only excited person in the square. Ferb rolled his eyes. Capitol people. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“Hello, District 6!” Mauvina said, her voice squeaking with the odd Capitol accent. “We are about to pick one lucky young boy and girl to participate in the 100 Annual Hunger Games! How exciting!” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">To District 6’s credit, not one person clapped, not even the people who usually bet on the events. The announcement months ago about the Quell had outraged the nation. It was always upsetting when twelve-year-olds were reaped, but now that the whole Game was to be made up of them, it was more than mildly sad. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Mauvina faltered a moment in the silence, but quickly regained her composure. “Alrighty then! As tradition dictates, we will select the young woman first!” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb crossed his fingers for luck. ''Please not Emily, please not Emily… '' <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“And our female tribute for District 6 is… Quinn Valentia!” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Quinn vaguely, she was in his class in school, but he didn’t know her well. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“And now for our boy tribute!” Mauvina dug around in the bowl, but Ferb wasn’t paying attention anymore. He was so relieved that Emily had not been reaped that he didn’t hear when his own name was called. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“Ferb Fletcher? Ferb, dear, where are you?” Mauvina called. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">The boy next to Ferb shook him, shaking Ferb back to his senses. “They called you, Ferbo.” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb blinked a few times, then slowly made his way to the front of the crowd and onto the stage. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“So you’re Ferb Fletcher?” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb nodded. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“Not much of a talker, are you?” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb shook his head.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“You’re not an Avox, are you?”

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">Ferb shook his head again, and stuck out his tongue to show that he did indeed have one.

<p style="line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">“Well then, District 6, I present to you, this year’s tributes, Quinn Valentia, and Ferb Fletcher!” <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">The crowd remained silent. <span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">

<p style="text-align: center; line-height: 15.75pt;"><span style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt;">~ ~ ~ ~ ~

===<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Isabella's Reaping ~ <span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Coming Soon ===

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(58, 58, 58); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">People
(Remember, District 12 was destroyed. So there won't be any District 12 tributes.)

(And yes, I know that I stuck Phineas and Ferb characters in some of the spots. They will be in the story, but I need other tributes, and other people's ideas to make this fun!)