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Who| Alpha and OPEN
What| Alpha's pissy and drinking.
Where| A bar, quiet and focused on drinking.
When| Post Arena, Pre-Lockdown
Warnings/Notes| Standard Alpha warnings, in particular homicidal thoughts, otherwise none so far.

There was a part of Alpha, a few parts actually, that were starting to suspect that the Games were all some big plot to humiliate him for all to see. It would explain a lot. He pondered this possibility darkly, along with the problem of Ballard, not to mention the problem of Howard.

And, as always, the ever-present issue of not being where he needed to be. These problems and more, since multi-tasking was a necessary skill of Alpha's, he considered while he sat at the bar in the first dive he could find where nobody would bother him for autograph's or what have you, nursing a tumbler and glaring moodily at the rows of bottles on the wall.

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Alpha wasn't the only one looking for a peaceful place to drink sans noisy fans and paparazzi. He doesn't notice the man right away, nearly sitting somewhere else entirely before he spots him. Grey recognizes him immediately as that odd man he'd killed two arenas ago. The one who spoke to himself as if he were speaking to multiple people.

He moves to sit closer to Alpha, oblivious to the other man's foul mood as he grins. "Hello!"

Alpha knows that voice extremely well. Most of that time in the Arena is blurred by illness, but the video is burned into his mind at this point. His fingers twitch and only the eternal surveillance keeps Alpha from breaking the glass in his hand, using the largest shard to cut into Grey's skin, his face, his wrists, his--

Alpha very carefully sets the glass down. Best save that for the Arena. Or the first camera-free space he can find. He grins back at the man, or at least, bares his teeth, and says nothing. Instead he just gestures for another drink.

Grey himself requests a glass of whiskey, glancing sidelong at Alpha. "I couldn't help but notice a certain problem you seemed to be having the arena before last." He says, taking a sip of his drink. He never was the most tactful man.

"Which problem is that?" he said, once the bartender had dropped off their drinks and gone again. "The one where I was dying slowly because of the radiation poison or the one where I died very quickly because of you killing me?

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The scientist snickers. "And you weren't playing the Game yourself? Come now, don't take it personally." He takes another sip of his drink. "No. The one where you seemed to be conversing with yourself as if you were speaking to multiple people."

Alpha shrugged and inwardly clamped down even harder. This was why dead people should stay dead. What was the point of killing the witnesses when they just kept coming back? "I know it's a bad habit, but it is so hard to get good conversation in the middle of a survival death match."

He raises an eyebrow at the other man. "Dissociative identity disorder." He says. "Is what it sounded like to me. I've experience with attempts at treating it." He taps a metallic finger against his glass. "And I've found that Capitol technology is quite advanced in comparison to what I had to work with at home."

"Hah," Alpha scoffed. Back to that. DID, Schizophrenia, they always assumed it was something like that. Alright, so there were a couple schizophrenics in there, but they were firmly in the minority. He was pretty sure. It'd been awhile since he'd done the math.

"There's an understatement for the ages," he muttered, then stopped. Tapped a finger against his glass. Thought about what was just said for a moment or two. "Can't think they'd give you access to any sort of significant technology anyway," he said eventually.

"They wouldn't." He says, with the mischievousness of a child sneaking things past their parents. Really, does he look like the sort of man who plays by the rules?

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"You just walked off with Capitol technology," said Alpha doubtfully. "With cameras around every corner. Enough to, ha, 'treat me'. And what a generous offer, to boot. What makes me so special?"

"Never said the acquisition was simple. Or easy." He said. And it hadn't been. "But there will always be insiders willing to work with you. For something to line their pockets with, of course." He grins. "I've a vested interest in finding a cure for your particular disorder." He looks right at Alpha. "Don't fool yourself into thinking I'm doing this for you. You merely benefit from it." That is, if he doesn't completely destroy Alpha's brain in the process. But details, details.

Alpha stared at the back of the bar for a long, thoughtful minute. "I'd have to...inspect this equipment. Make sure it's all up to regulations, that it would actually make an impact. My condition is what you might call unique." He took a drink, debating how much to reveal, then shrugged and went for it. "For one, I'm not interested in a cure so much as kicking out one passenger specifically."

"Of course." He replies "I would take you to see the laboratory and it's equipment first." ~~And more likely than not, attempt to lock you in a cell if you're uncooperative.~~

This earns Alpha a raised eyebrow. "...You wish to eradicate only one personality?" He can't for the life of him see why Alpha would wish to keep the rest of them. But it didn't matter, the research would benefit him either way. "Bit more of a challenge, I'd say." He grins, finishing off his drink. "But I'd be happy to try my hand."

"I've grown attached to the others," said Alpha, absently. "You know how it is, there's always the black sheep of the family." He drummed his fingers on the bar while he thought it over then came to a decision and turned on his seat to face Grey. "Fine. Let's have a look at your...facilities and we'll go from there."

If this were any other situation Alpha would already have decided to kill Grey as soon as he revealed the location of his lab, but someone irritating would probably notice. He'll just have to see how this plays out, for now.

"Excellent." He replies, pulling something from his pocket. It's a piece of paper. He offers it forth to Alpha. Grey is no fool, he knows that there are cameras in every crevice. Inside the folded piece of paper is a series of what looks to be meaningless letters and numbers. Of course, it isn't. It's a code. "I figure a man like yourself should have no difficulty solving this." He says. "Meet me there."

Alpha took the paper without bothering to open it. He'd read and memorize the contents on the way out, before he found a way to destroy it. "You flatter me," he said, giving Grey an ironic salute with two fingers. "I'll see you then."

"Indeed." With that, the scientist stands and makes his way out of the bar. There's preparations to make.

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