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thecapitol2015-03-07 10:48 am
lex_paciferat) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-07 10:48 am
Open!
Who| Quintus and your character
What| Come bother him at work or on his off hours!
Where| In and around the Training Center
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| If you'd like to come up with another scenario besides the two below, feel free!
1. Now that some of the Tributes are coming back, Quintus finds his work picking up again. Since he started, there's always been cameras to service, employees to train, the occasional rip-roaring fight to stop, but now there's the added bonus of the media returning to breathe down his neck, wanting to know as much as possible about those living at the Center.
Today he's carting a ladder around the South Wing, waving a frequency scanner seemingly at nothing as he argues with seemingly no one, an inconspicuous earbud phone slipped into his right ear.
"We--oh, you realize that could've been anyone. Do you know how many hacking attempts we detect daily? My employees....No, no. I wouldn't. I wouldn't consider that entertainment. Out in the Arena, sure. I don't want to watch some Mentor having panic attacks here or some Tribute drunk off their ass. You think the Districts want us walking away with that image of them? Look, I'm just...no, I don't care. I don't want an incident."
He moves the scanner over part of the paneling, then reaches up, plucking a tiny camera off of the wall and slipping it into his pocket.
2. Near the end of the week, he heads out to one of the local bars not far from the center. Ordinarily he'll have the company of one or two colleagues, but tonight he's alone, sitting at the counter with a snifter of brandy. He's changed out of his uniform into something less eyecatching, though his pistol holster is still clipped to his belt.
Unlike most patrons here, he's rather deliberately not paying attention to the bloodshed being broadcast on TV, instead busying himself with browsing news articles on a tablet.
What| Come bother him at work or on his off hours!
Where| In and around the Training Center
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| If you'd like to come up with another scenario besides the two below, feel free!
1. Now that some of the Tributes are coming back, Quintus finds his work picking up again. Since he started, there's always been cameras to service, employees to train, the occasional rip-roaring fight to stop, but now there's the added bonus of the media returning to breathe down his neck, wanting to know as much as possible about those living at the Center.
Today he's carting a ladder around the South Wing, waving a frequency scanner seemingly at nothing as he argues with seemingly no one, an inconspicuous earbud phone slipped into his right ear.
"We--oh, you realize that could've been anyone. Do you know how many hacking attempts we detect daily? My employees....No, no. I wouldn't. I wouldn't consider that entertainment. Out in the Arena, sure. I don't want to watch some Mentor having panic attacks here or some Tribute drunk off their ass. You think the Districts want us walking away with that image of them? Look, I'm just...no, I don't care. I don't want an incident."
He moves the scanner over part of the paneling, then reaches up, plucking a tiny camera off of the wall and slipping it into his pocket.
2. Near the end of the week, he heads out to one of the local bars not far from the center. Ordinarily he'll have the company of one or two colleagues, but tonight he's alone, sitting at the counter with a snifter of brandy. He's changed out of his uniform into something less eyecatching, though his pistol holster is still clipped to his belt.
Unlike most patrons here, he's rather deliberately not paying attention to the bloodshed being broadcast on TV, instead busying himself with browsing news articles on a tablet.
1. capitolite CR 8D
"About time you people came around here and did some routine maintenance, I say. Half my charges are convinced the cameras don't even work and believe you me, that's just what I need when I'm trying to wrangle them. Them thinking they can get away with everything."
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"Yeah, I'm working on getting us more of an active presence in the building," he tells him. "Been setting up randomized patrols and all that. Hopefully that'll help keep them in line."
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He seems almost eager for a chance to lay the hammer down on them.
"I pushed up an idea of tailing them all with Avoxes for a while, but never got the budget for it. I say you aren't the only one who wants this city running smoothly."
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He chuckles as he climbs back up. "Are they really that bad? Gotta have somebody following them like they're toddlers?"
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His eyes barely follow Quintus as he goes back up the ladder. "Can't hurt. I mean, what's the alternative, wait for another idiot to blackout the whole security grid like that corn-District bitch did? Better safe than sorry. That's what we pay you for."
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He snickers again at that comment, less at Jason's words and more at his attitude. "Really? I was under the impression that I was getting paid for walking around in uniform and looking important."
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"You know, sometimes I'm under that impression too, with all the good you people do."
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"Man. Well, I'll have to take that into consideration. Maybe I'll start doing things like, I don't know, replacing the old cameras."
He puts a hand to his chin, gazing seriously at one of those cameras in mock consideration.
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"Well, no one listens to what I say, so you don't need to get smart about it." He shrugs and pulls out his glasses, then his phone, reading his schedule on his notepad.
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