In the evening, I've got to roam

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Who| Jet and Open
What| Some books about psychology, law and weddings...? some maps, some painting and some technology (sorta)
Where| A book store and the training center
When| After the crowning but before the special arena
Warnings/Notes| Scenarios are in separate comments in the post to keep things organized! Feel free to tag whichever or more than one, if they ping you. If you want some other scenario, just let me know!


Things had been quiet enough with only a few remarkable events here and there, right up until the crowning and the surprise reaping that had set him back on edge for a little while. It could have been him or, worse, Albert...instead there were other names he recognized called, including one that made him very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do...which made it worse. Nothing like a dose of reality to bring back that feeling of anger and helplessness that he'd seemed to have finally shaken for a little while.

Some practice targets had suffered for it when Jet had slunk off in the middle of the night to take some of his aggravation out on them for an hour or so, but he kept it to himself. Instead, he tried to force himself on focusing on other things.

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Bookstore- Psychology, laws and maps

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The bookstore he'd found seemed well enough stocked, considering a place like this probably had some sort of censorship thing going on. Luckily, he wasn't looking for history or any kind of 'hot topic' politics.

Sort of.

It was a hot topic back home, but he didn't know if that was the case here, which was the reason he was trawling through a bunch of dry, stuffy books to find the laws he was looking for.

He wasn't one for all that technical crap, so occasionally he'd put it down to do some real shopping, his stops including both the psychology and the fiction sections--both of which seemed sparse if not noticeably jaded one way or the other. If anyone happened to stray too close, he took the opportunity to get their attention and gesture towards the psychology books. "Hey, you know anything about this crap?" Sometimes you just needed to ask for help.

The last item of interest he found was an accident, but one he didn't mind making. There, in one of the books he'd picked up, was a map of Panem and it's political boundaries. They weren't allowed outside the capitol, but Jet poured over it nonetheless, taking in every detail as though he needed to.

He spent some extra time studying the north-eastern section of the map, hoping to see some scrap of his old home town, but either his beloved Big Apple no longer existed or cities like that weren't worth marking anymore. Neither option would surprise him at this point.

Training Center- Painting on walls and trsnsporters(??)

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After his initial trip to the training center to massacre one of the dummies, Jet stayed away from the area, afraid he might take out that deep-seated rage on something else while someone was actually watching. He'd been managing to keep it hidden and bottled away for two months now, he wasn't looking to change that. However, he found himself heading down there anyway on two separate occasions when he knew his partner wouldn't miss him.

Luckily, he didn't feel like attacking anything, he simply decided to bypass the weapons table and check out some of the other things offered to them.

Most of it seemed pretty customary, though an apparent' tech' section caught his eye, some place to fiddle with electronics and maybe learn your way around them maybe? He passed it up.

Instead, he found what appeared to be paints for whatever reason. It didn't make sense, but he found himself going for them anyway. There seemed to be some practice sections that you were supposed to use...but Jet wasn't too good with rules and in a slightly rebellious fit, he turned to one of the walls for a canvas. He wasn't exceptional, but after years of practice, he wasn't too shabby either. He painted a stylized plane, a bird, The Dolphin, and finally he took up a huge section just to paint the sky, the top part a deep inky blue that he filled with pinpricks of white paint, that faded into a softer blue that got an unobtrusive splattering of clouds. It was relaxing. It was also probably severely frowned upon, but who cared?

Once he'd taken his artistic urges out on the wall, he packed up the paints and started to leave, only to spot that tech section again. An idea occurred to him that sent him back to the paints to grab the black and some of that paper and retreat to the aforementioned section.

Most of the crap there he could only guess at with only a few things he could actually name. He wasn't the 'tech guy' of their little crew, but he'd spent years having to do his own maintenance on his cybernetics, so he wasn't too terrible. More than that, he was looking for things he only knew the shape of and not the name. The paper started to develop what could potentially be called schematics if it had any numbers or figures next to it instead of just being a series of pictures of machinery. Q being Q had offered jokes and sideways explanations to the technology Jet asked about, so he honestly didn't know what he planned to do if he found the parts he was looking for, but that didn't stop him from looking or planning.

After all, how useful would it be if he could recreate that transporter Q had been working on?