Shell Bell puts up her sign and nibbles her most recent charity meal. Not potatoes! It is not potatoes. Or fish or clams. It is rice and curry and a fruity yogurt drink. That nice person told Bar she could use his tab for four meals, and this is meal number two.
"Right now I'm still heading down to a reasonable depth. About a mile below sea level seems like it should do. I should start spreading out from there within the next few days. I'll get faster as I cover more ground."
"This is a peninsula, so if you can spread faster from some places instead of just a constant rate from everywhere you'll probably get more out of going along the coast until you're in a less watery area."
"I can't gain extra speed in one place by slowing down in others, so I might as well go as fast as I can everywhere."
"Okay. I wonder how krakens ought to be handled, since you're a land-based god. I assume the Capitol has some way to control and recall or kill them but it might not survive the takeover."
"I'll think about it. If nothing else, after the takeover when everything's settled and I have more surplus power to spend, I can take the very wasteful route and claim several miles of ocean floor around the continent, then raise an island under any kraken I see. But I would prefer a more elegant solution."
She flops on her back into the sand. "Do you think you'll be ready in time for the reaping in a month and a half?"
"There's leadup before the games actually start. If you're not going to be ready in time for the games themselves... I could also do something crazy like volunteer, I'm still young enough to do it. And bring a disc, but then I'd have to leave my fire wand behind, they only let you take one thing."
"If you volunteered and brought a disc, that would get me another starting point, but probably not in time to do you any good in the games."
"Yeah. And I don't think I could win them without the fire wand. With the fire wand I could win, but then I'd have killed twenty-three innocent people and it would look really, really suspicious to boot. Maybe I can talk to one of this year's Careers and get him or her to bring a disc, that's probably more sensible anyway since I know who's going."
"Yeah. And it could be one where it would be impractical to bury the disc - water arena, platforms over a volcano caldera, ground covered in poisonous plants and everybody has to stay in the trees. ...I should try to give a disc to one of the mentors. If I can get them to talk to me."
"Past winners who go to the Capitol with the tributes and help them and negotiate with sponsors on their behalf. They're probably watched too, but they're not on TV and they're probably more able to get away. I'm not sure how practical it is to bury things in the Capitol but the mentors would know because they've been there. This still doesn't necessarily avert this year's Games though."
"Unless I turn out to be able to spread much faster than I currently think, I don't think we have a good chance against this year's Games. But giving a disc to one of the mentors still seems like it might be worthwhile."
"And even getting to talk to a mentor would be difficult. They live in other towns and they're rich and traumatized. Ugh."
"Twenty-four people isn't that many compared to the number who die in the Districts of miscellaneous things on a weekly basis, but it's very public, and I'm worried about your public relations - if people know that you were technically here this far in advance of the reaping but weren't in time to save them, well, none of them have any independent information on the mechanics of gods in general."