What's a girl got to do to get some action around here, anyway?

For those who I haven't met yet, my name is Finnick. Yes, I'm the idiot who sailed a boat into a forcefield. As part of my "rehabilitation" I've volunteered to start a support group of sorts. I guess it's something the government has wanted to set up, and what can I say? I'm used to being a poster boy.

I know I'm curious as to why I'm here, considering I died. From what I can tell, there's a lot of us here who are supposed to be dead. I don't claim to have all the answers, or even some of them, but I figured that it'd be a good idea for us to meet anyway.

We probably won't be able to figure out why we're alive — and honestly, not all of us may want to. It's enough to be grateful for a second chance. As long as there's a place of support where we can come together, I think that's enough. Plus, it's always good to make new friends!

So, the group will be meeting every other Wednesday at six at the diner near the high school. Starting tomorrow! If you should be dead in your world, please come, I think this will be really great if we can get a lot of people to participate.

(I don't have a snazzy name for it yet. Maybe someone can help me come up with one?)

If anybody's dying to join Finnick's new club, that can be arranged.

Doctor, Jenny's gone.