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The "Big Cousin and Brother-in-Law Bro" signs from the premiere got snapped and blasted all over the internet.
What started as an inside joke exploded overnight.
Overseas fans added pinyin notes: "DaBiaoJie" and "JieFuGe."
They even dropped a full explanation:
DaBiaoJie literally means Elder Cousin Sister—a super warm, familiar way to talk about someone you feel close to.
JieFuGe literally means Brother-in-Law.
It's the ship name for Jennifer and Cassius.
fans treat them like actual family.
Foreign netizens ate it up—fresh, funny, and oddly wholesome.
"Damn, fans are creative as hell. This is way cooler than our ship names!"
"Haha, I'm adopting this CP name. Beats 'Peeta + Katniss' by a mile!"
"It feels like we suddenly have this giant global family network. I'm here for it!"
The affectionate, goofy nicknames turned into a full-blown Hunger Games meme.
Next stop on the world tour: New York.
If L.A. was the dream factory, New York was the arena of pure desire.
The motorcade rolled through Queens and into Manhattan.
"Whoa~"
The second the blinding giant billboards of Times Square hit their eyes, both Cassius and Jennifer let out the same stunned sound.
Lionsgate had tasted blood after the L.A. premiere and went all-in—they straight-up bought the biggest digital billboard in Times Square.
The Hunger Games trailer looped nonstop: Katniss drawing her bow, Peeta's intense stare, the whole package.
They didn't recreate the flaming red-carpet setup, but the crowd outside the theater was still insane.
Hours early, the square was already packed.
Local fans, tourists, and—most noticeable—a huge group of fans waving banners and light sticks.
"Big Cousin New York Support Squad"
"Brother-in-Law Bro Global Fan Club"
The signs stood out like neon.
Plenty of handwritten "Big Cousin! Look over here!" and "Brother-in-Law Bro—badass!" boards too.
Even non- fans had jumped on the trend, holding up phonetic signs with shaky handwriting:
"DaBiaoJie!"
"JieFuGe!"
A few brave souls were yelling in broken toward the carpet: "Da~Biao~Jie~! Jie~Fu~Ge~!"
The whole square cracked up.
The limo stopped.
Cassius, Jennifer, Liam, Gary, and the rest stepped out.
Times Square erupted.
Jennifer had switched to a wine-red velvet mini-dress with over-the-knee boots—sharp, modern, and confident.
She waved at every section, especially when she heard the shouts of "Big Cousin." She turned to Cassius, eyes sparkling. "Hear that? My relatives showed up!"
When they reached the thickest cluster of fans, Jennifer got that classic "I've got an idea" look. She remembered the all-purpose compliment Cassius had taught her.
She stopped, raised her arm, and belted it out in perfect, crystal-clear pronunciation:
"Badass~!"
The square went dead quiet for half a second.
Then the fan section exploded—screams, laughter, pure chaos.
People started chanting it back: "Badass!"
"AAAHH! Big Cousin just said badass!"
"She actually knows it!"
"Brother-in-Law Bro taught her for sure!"
One single "badass" lit the whole crowd on fire.
Jennifer grinned like she'd just unlocked a new achievement. Classic hype-beast mode.
She wanted to show off more. Her mouth opened for the next classic phrase—
"Grass mu—"
Cassius was faster. He stepped in like he was fixing her hair, clapped a hand over her mouth, and muffled the rest of "mud horse" before it could escape.
"Shhh—"
He whispered so only she could hear, "Not that one! You say it and tomorrow's headlines are all 'Jennifer Lawrence drops F-bomb in Times Square!'"
Jennifer blinked, realized what she'd almost done, and yanked his hand away. She stuck her tongue out at the fans and mouthed "oops" with an exaggerated face.
The crowd roared with good-natured laughter. Phones were already recording everything.
The tiny moment went viral in minutes.
The red carpet wrapped in pure fun.
Inside the theater it was another packed house.
When the lights came up after the screening, the applause was just as loud.
Q&A started smooth—mostly acting, adaptation, and VFX questions.
Then a middle-aged dad with a twelve- or thirteen-year-old boy got the mic.
His face was dead serious. "I brought my son to see this movie. The production is excellent, the acting is strong—but the core is teenagers murdering each other in an arena for the entertainment of rich Capitol people."
"Is this glorifying violence—especially violence aimed at kids?"
He paused, eyes sweeping the stage. "We all know society is dealing with real trauma right now. School shootings, campus violence—they happen."
"A movie that turns teen death and killing into entertainment, even aestheticizes it… doesn't that send the wrong message? Twist young viewers' values?"
The room went ice-cold.
Some audience members looked thoughtful. Others frowned, clearly annoyed that such a heavy topic had been dropped at a premiere.
Gary and the producers' faces tightened. Susan sat up straighter.
Cassius felt it immediately—this was the movie's oldest, deepest controversy.
The producer took the mic first, voice sincere. "Thank you for asking that. The Hunger Games has never been about glorifying violence. It's the opposite—it's a brutal mirror held up to a twisted, unfair society that treats human suffering as entertainment."
"We show violence to condemn it. We show killing to highlight how precious life is and why we have to fight oppression."
A purple orb dropped off him:
[Core Understanding of the Film & Narrative Rhythm +7]
Cassius absorbed it instantly. His grasp of the story's deeper meaning sharpened.
Gary added, "The heart of the story is Katniss and Peeta's rebellion and their final refusal to kill each other according to the rules. It's about humanity, solidarity, and standing up to injustice."
Purple orb: [Story Core Expression Rhythm +6]
Susan's voice was firm. "When I wrote this, my goal was to examine how media consumes violence, how society tolerates injustice, and how totalitarian power works. Katniss's journey is from forced participant to conscious rebel."
"If all people see is the killing game, maybe we didn't make the message clear enough. But I hope more viewers will see the anti-war, anti-authoritarian, anti-'entertainment-at-all-costs' core."
Golden orb: [Original Story Aura +10]
Cassius kept pulling orbs.
Rhythm and Aura were exactly what he needed right now.
He actually hoped the dad would keep throwing hard questions—more orbs meant faster gains.
When it was the actors' turn, Jennifer got serious, smile gone. "Playing Katniss made me feel how violence only brings pain and destruction. Every fight she makes isn't for cool points—it's to protect the people she loves in the worst possible place. This movie made me value peace even more."
Purple orb: [Original Story Aura +8]
Then it was Cassius.
He thought for a second, faced the sea of eyes, and spoke clearly. "As an actor I get the concern. Peeta represents the part of people who try to hold on to kindness inside a violent system. The movie doesn't romanticize death—it shows the fear and pain it causes."
"The Capitol audience cheering or going numb is the sharpest criticism of all. I believe young viewers can tell the difference between a fictional warning and real values. This film can actually start real conversations about violence, power, and the choices we make as humans."
The answers left the audience thinking.
After a beat, applause rolled through the theater.
Even the dad's face softened. He didn't clap, but the aggression was gone.
Jennifer snuck Cassius a big thumbs-up and mouthed "Nice!"
Q&A wrapped.
Cassius actually started looking forward to the rest of the tour.
He'd been wondering how his stats would keep climbing after filming—turns out the promo trail was delivering.
Next stop: Chicago.
Lionsgate skipped the traditional red carpet and went full outdoor spectacle—a massive open-air stage and square that could hold thousands.
First half was a fun fan meet-and-greet.
Cassius, Jennifer, Liam, Gary, and Susan answered light questions and played a couple movie-themed games.
The real show came in the second half.
Lights dropped. A carefully edited short played on the big screen: Katniss at the Reaping, raising three fingers in the silent salute for her sister.
The clip was raw, powerful, heartbreaking.
When the lights came back up the host's voice cracked with excitement. "That three-finger salute in Panem means gratitude, respect, and goodbye. Today it stands for honoring the brave, resisting injustice, and the unity of every Hunger Games fan. So right now—let's do it together!"
He raised his right hand—thumb, index, and middle fingers straight, the other two tucked.
In one wave, thousands of fans—every age—lifted their hands and copied the exact gesture.
A sea of identical three-finger salutes. The visual was staggering.
Cassius stood on stage, genuinely moved.
He could feel it: the symbol born in the movie was already becoming something bigger than the film.
Right then—
Several gray orbs dropped from the crowd:
[Ceremonial Aura +1]
[Ceremonial Aura +1]
Cassius absorbed them fast.
More followed.
He'd never seen orbs drop like this before—from an entire audience at once.
With every orb his panel numbers jumped.
He felt his own aura growing tighter, stronger, more magnetic.
The event ended.
The three-finger salute spread like wildfire online.
It stopped being just a movie gesture and became a greeting, a show of support, even a cultural identity marker.
People posted photos of themselves doing it on Twitter and Instagram.
Social activists started borrowing it for silent protests against real-world injustice.
The back-to-back successful tour stops gave Lionsgate even more confidence.
They kicked off the European leg immediately.
London, Paris, Berlin—
For this stretch Lionsgate rolled out a custom silver tour bus straight out of the Capitol: sleek, futuristic, cold metallic shine.
The convoy cruised from Piccadilly Circus to the theater, fans and tourists swarming the sidewalks.
By the end of Europe, Cassius's panel had climbed hard.
Acting Attribute Panel
Lines: Lv4 (768/800)
Body Language: Lv5 (273/1000)
Expression: Lv4 (779/800)
Eyes: Lv5 (59/1000)
Emotion: Lv5 (180/1000)
Rhythm: Lv4 (790/800) ← almost there
Aura: Lv4 (679/800)
Rhythm was on the verge of breaking through.
Next stop: Sydney.
Susan had tapped out early—too much travel.
Now it was just the three leads and Gary.
"Finally somewhere I don't need a damn coat," Jennifer sighed, stretching her arms in the warm Aussie air.
Liam looked pumped—he was back on home turf.
Sydney leaned hard into the built-in teen audience from Twilight.
The event was set on Circular Quay with the Opera House in the background—open air, sea breeze, perfect.
Thousands of Aussie fans packed the square in front of the giant Hunger Games backdrop.
The show ran smooth.
The host—with that thick Aussie accent—opened hot, then brought Cassius, Jennifer, and Liam onstage for easy questions about Australia impressions and filming stories.
The vibe was warm; cheers carried on the ocean wind.
Halfway through the fan Q&A the host mentioned "powerful allies" in the movie.
A deep, magnetic voice suddenly came from offstage: "Speaking of powerful allies… you think a friend from Asgard might be useful too?"
The voice sounded familiar.
Before anyone could react, the smoke machines hissed and a thick cloud of dry-ice fog rolled across the stage.
Thor's theme blasted.
A tall, built figure strode out through the smoke.
The entire square went dead silent—then erupted in screams.
It was Chris.
Liam's big brother.
Chris Hemsworth had just crashed the Sydney event.