thecapitol | A rescue plot

Who| Ian and anyone involved in:
What| Plotting Ian G's rescue
Where| Around the tribute tower
When| Right after Ian G's plea (during the mini-arena)
Warnings/Notes| This is the IC plotting post. The OOC plotting is here, but you can still be involved even if you haven't volunteered there. Anyone who wants to speak to Ian directly about the rescue can do so here, and also speak to each other too. You don't have to participate in the IC plotting in order to go on the rescue.

Ian saw the plea on the televisions - it was hard not to, even though he wasn't particularly keen on watching people kill each other in another arena. It had made his blood run cold and for a minute all he could do was stand looking at the television with his mouth open, even though it was now showing commercials.

And then he swore. Which was not something he did often, but the situation definitely called for it. His small rebellion had got someone else into trouble, which was something he hadn't anticipated and definitely not something he'd wanted. He had to do something before they tortured Ian.

There was one clear course of action - rescue. They'd have taken Ian to the same place they'd taken him and he knew where that was. And the arena going on was a good distraction - he had to move fast. He went around the tribute tower looking for tools he could use as weapons, but wouldn't be spotted as weapons.

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"Not exactly," he replied to Jessica. "But I know where it is." He knew the location and he'd seen a room. And the path to the room. It would have to be enough.

"We have a diversion," he pointed out, "the arena. Everyone's busy watching that. But I don't think we should write anything down," he added, looking at Mindy's pencil and paper. Anything not recorded could be denied, but if something written down fell into the wrong hands it could be disastrous.

"Perhaps we should start with a group of people," he said, thinking on his feet. Some more time to plan would be good, but he didn't want Ian left in there too long. "Then everyone splits off in different directions at different times. Even if the capitol is suspicious, they can't follow everyone." Which would mean he was better as a diversion, since he'd be most suspicious, but he could live with not personally rescuing Ian as long as someone did.

The door to the District 3 rooms opened, and a man with a beautiful lab coat and not-so-beautiful hair was framed in the doorway.

"Ian?" Carlos said, walking in. "Are you in here? I need to -- oh."

The dark looks, the serious faces, the quiet conversation, it all told Carlos that he had just interrupted a private conversation. He could make a very reasonable, educated guess about what they were discussing -- what else could it be?

Carlos cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just that -- I just saw something, something I'd like to talk with you about, Ian."

Jessica's eyes narrowed at the intrusion, not because she didn't welcome the help, but because she found herself miffed at no longer being the most attractive person in their collective.

"If it's about that unscheduled commercial break, you've come to the right place." She hoped Carlos would been quick enough to catch her meaning.

"We need more of a diversion than that. Think about it, they specifically showed it during the broadcast. You really think they did that so you could just stew in your own juices? I think they're expecting you to do something, and are planning accordingly. If you're the diversion, go big. Next question is naturally, what should we expect to see there?"

She paused when the man came in and said no more. Better to wait and see what we wanted, just in case.

Ian nodded. "Don't worry," he said to Carlos, "I'm going to fix things." He didn't reply to Mindy just yet, wanting to see first what Carlos wanted to say. And this gave him some time to think of a plan the others would go along with. Although if they didn't like it, there was nothing to stop him rushing in on his metaphorical white horse and hoping for the best.

Carlos furrowed his brows, stepping closer -- close enough to talk quietly, hopefully without being overheard. He had to hope the background noise from the screen playing the events of the Arena and the others in the common room would cover up what he was about to say.

"Listen," he began, "I'm willing to help, but don't you think there's a better place to discuss this? We can plan all we like, but it will do us no good if the Capitol records everything we say and is ready for us." He glanced around -- at the walls, the windows, the door. "I know a thing or two about being under surveillance, and talking about it here is not safe. We need to be in a crowd, or on the roof. The wind's really strong today -- it might cause enough interference with the microphones that they won't be able to hear us."

Jessica knew the Capitol and what they were capable of, but she still felt it was wise to defer to Carlos in this case. After all, he was a scientist. He knew what he was talking about.

"Good idea," she nodded, ponytail bobbing. "Let's all leave separately and meet up somewhere else. I know of a dog park nearby. We could all just... happen to be passing by."

She agreed, of course. A part of her was wondering if this was all in vain, if the Capitol was already waiting for Ian to make his move. After all, the whole point of this punishment was to get adult Ian motivated wasn't it? Weren't they all doomed?

It didn't matter, of course.

"Right. I'm going back to the tower. But what if some others want in?"

"Let's do that. I know the dog park you mean." Ian was all for not being overheard and trying not to look suspicious. "If more people want in they'll have to find us. The more people meeting the more suspicious it's going to look, especially if they can't hear what we're saying."

He could understand why no rebellion had yet succeeded. It was hard to plan anything with anyone else and hard to succeed on your own.

"Thanks for the pep talk," he said louder, for the benefit of anyone who might be listening in. He walked away, looking like he was just going out for a walk.

Carlos was relieved -- he knew the Tribute Tower wasn't safe for private conversations, especially if the Capitol's intelligence network was smarter than the secret police.

"Anytime," he said, watching Ian go. Then, Carlos looked at the others. "I'm sorry, I have to go -- I have some very important tests to run, and I want to finish them before the sun goes down. ...excuse me."

And he left, as well -- he would arrive at the dog park in about half an hour, carrying a bag and a strange handheld device with at least three dials and a needle-meter display.

Ian had come the long way round, in case he was being followed. He brought nothing, or so it appeared. "You look like you have an idea," he said, when he approached Carlos.

"What?" Carlos replied. "Oh, no, I always carry scientific equipment around," he said, indicating the handheld device. "It's part of being a scientist. I'm always ready to run tests no matter where I am. Anyway, it would be suspicious if I weren't carrying it, since I never come to this park without it."

His tone gave no indication that any of this was strange or unusual, or even obsessive. For Carlos, this was just what scientists did.

Mindy had made sure that she and Eponine looked like two regular girl's enjoying their time on the swing. When Carlos and Ian arrived, they were still swinging, even when Ian went over to Eponine. After a few minutes, she joined them.

"Ok. So what are we thinking of doing? We have any idea what we're going to be up against? I like to be prepared."

Ian didn't mention that he hadn't seen any other scientists carry around equipment, even to the park because he didn't want to annoy someone who was going to help, plus it could be something he was planning to use and didn't want to talk about out in the open. Which Ian could hardly blame him for.

"There's a building where they take... prisoners." He hesitated over the word. "It has corridors and rooms like any other building, but from the video it looked like the basement. It has cells and no light and no view of the outside world." He took a deep breath, trying not to remember what it had been like and how Ian must be feeling. "It has security, but there are ways of getting round it and I have some tech to help."

"And you know where this building is?" asked Carlos, full attention fixed on Ian.

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