Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

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[warbles]

"For once," he replied, darkly. "So I guess we can add taken from different... times? To the Capitol's ability?" He frowned, looking away. "How long have you been here?"

[warbleronsmythe]

"Yup. Which is weird. Who knew that was a power." Sighing, "...maximum three days."

[warbles]

"It's easy to lose track of time back in our rooms," he said, nodding. "I finally got out today. I have a lot more to do. So do you. We - if we even want to survive we have to ... do things." He shook his head slowly, explaining to Sebastian. "What floor do you live on? It... matches your district whatever that means since we're not from here."

[warbleronsmythe]

Nodding in agreement, "I didn't leave my room either. This place scares me. And the outfits are even more frightening than some of the things I've seen Kur-" he stopped himself, turning away. "I'm on floor two."

[warbles]

"One above mine," he said, filing that information away.

He didn't know what else to say at this point. If Sebastian was from a year before he was still doggedly pursuing Blaine, he was unaware of the deeper friendship they had developed. He was unaware that Blaine understood Sebastian, judged him but worried for him, and was probably the only one of New Directions that believed in him at the end of the day.

There was a lot of hurt under there.

But, Blaine couldn't get to any of that. The familiarity was waning. Sebastian had taken the hug gratefully because he wanted Blaine. It hadn't been a friendly hug.

Beyond all that, coming to terms with this and learning Sebastian was also taken was affecting him. Now he had someone else to worry about. Someone else he'd have to...

No, he wouldn't think about that. It rounded back to the fact that Blaine wasn't a killer. He had never wanted to kill Sebastian - or anyone. He'd felt disdain for people, even hatred but he also saw underneath insecurity.

None of this was insecurity.

"So, we're not even friends, yet."

[warbleronsmythe]

A floor up, convenient, but the reasons he thought that clearly wouldn't be shared with Blaine.

With that silence, Sebastian started to think. What on earth, besides that Hunter guy and the break up, could possibly be that big a deal between his time and Blaine's that had changed their friendship so much? He wanted to know, but he also didn't want to pry.

"Not in my time. But... even so. I'd like to be."

[warbles]

"Yeah, you would," he replied, with a little more attitude then he'd intended. He knew this Sebastian. He'd never been his biggest fan. Sure, he went months oblivious to his true intentions and nature - knowing there was something underneath. But, this was not his favorite version.

"But, we don't have much of a choice. We - we should stick together." As long as they could.

[warbleronsmythe]

That was not what he wanted to hear. "You don't like this me, clearly. Something tells me there's a side of me I end up showing you, and that's the Sebastian you like. I get it."

Nodding again. He'd protect Blaine. Sure, he wanted to do many things with him, but fight to the death? That was not one of those things. He would protect Blaine, no matter what, even take... whatever weapon of choice the other tributes were using. If anyone was going to win over Sebastian, it was going to be Blaine.

[warbles]

"Don't - get - anything," he started, getting frustrated. "Sebastian, you are who you are. Long before now I accepted that." Maybe it was his turn to play the defensive card. But, Blaine couldn't help it here. Under different circumstances? He'd show Sebastian the error of his ways and counsel him. Here, today -- that wasn't going to happen.

"And - I did like this you. I mean, I didn't know know this you. I just thought you were friendly." He huffed out a breath. "You wanna get out of here?"

He'd been here for too long and he just... needed to stretch his legs and get. out.

[warbleronsmythe]

"Whatever you say, Anderson." Rolling his eyes, he was just starting not to care anymore. At this point, fighting with Blaine was useless, and pointless, and he was his only, whatever he was, in this place. So he'd take what he could get.

"Sure. Let's get out of here. I've seen enough naked women to last a lifetime."

[warbles]

"So have I," he said, getting up. He meant zero. In person, anyway. He led Blaine out, not looking if the other boy followed. When he hit the crisp night air, he turned right. Just because. Walking helped. It cleared his mind.

"How are you so nonchalant about all this? You're not freaking out," he said, again, not seeing if Sebastian was following. Just hoping so.

[warbleronsmythe]

Seb saw far too many when he walked into the speakeasy. He had hoped there'd be men, but, no such luck. At least he had Blaine to look at, right? And he got up and followed after the other, checking him out as he did so. The night air felt incredible on his skin.

"Honestly. I just... take whatever comes at me. It's easier and much less stressful than freaking out."

[warbles]

"You just... take whatever comes at you," Blaine repeated. "Including being kidnapped and forced to fight to the death. And, then, after dying being resurrected to fight again - all for the enormous pleasure of the Capitol!" His voice raised. "Which I feel so honored to be a part of!" This was said through gritted teeth.

[warbleronsmythe]

Taking a step back, raising his hands in surrender. "Yeah. I get it. This sucks, and I agree. But there's nothing we can do about it, Blaine. Fighting against them, I feel is going to result in something worse than putting us in the arena, and besides. If they bring us back, why don't we just enjoy ourselves while we're not fighting in the arena? Live life to the fullest, like every day is your last. OR have you not seen RENT?"

[warbles]

"Everyone has seen Rent," he shot back. "Live life to the fullest. No day but today." It was hard to muster up actual energy. "Well, I'm single. And going to die. What to do," he added, looking at Sebastian.

[warbleronsmythe]

"Not everyone. But pretty close. And that's exactly what you should be doing. We're away from home. We have no real responsibilities, we don't even have to do homework. And you're complaining about this?" Slightly shocked at that fact, "Single and going to die? What would you do, as a single, gay man, if you knew you were about to die? How would you spend your time, Blaine?"

[warbles]

He paused. If this were a movie, he and Sebastian would either be back in his own room or Sebastian's room, back against the wall, tongues wrestling. At least, that was the clip that played in his mind.

"I'm not going to spend it alone," he said. He'd been doing that all week. "My room or yours."

[warbleronsmythe]

He was taken aback for a moment. Had Blaine actually just said that to him? Really? "Doesn't matter to me either way, handsome."

[warbles]

It was one thing to think it. And he wasn't sure anything was going to happen. He'd heard how it had sounded. He knew. And maybe it would. Kurt hadn't spoken to him in months and Sebastian was here, now, wanting him. And he might die.

"Your room," he decided. What this was or was going to be, it needed to be on Blaine's terms.

[warbleronsmythe]

Nodding, he walked past Blaine and headed in the direction of their living quarters, "By the way. I don't push boys past their limits, no matter what my demeanour shows."

[warbles]

"Thanks for the heads up," he replied, curtly, keeping in lock-step with Sebastian. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

[warbleronsmythe]

He meant his words, but he felt that Blaine didn't believe him. Either way, he kept walking.

Once they arrived at the building, he hopped in the elevator and pressed 2. Sure, it wasn't that far, but walking on the stairs just annoyed him.

[warbles]

Blaine leaned against the back of the elevator, watching the electronic numbers. 1. 2. The doors opened and he followed Sebastian out, waiting for him to choose a direction.

[warbleronsmythe]

Turning left once they were out of the elevator, it was three doors down until his room. Pulling out his key and opening it, he held the door for Blaine, "Welcome to... well, my home, I guess."

[warbles]

Blaine waited patiently, knowing full well what could happen wasn't going to. Or, he wanted to know that. And it wasn't loyalty to Kurt or anything like that. Kurt hadn't spoken to him in months. Kurt was a non issue and to be honest, Blaine was happy he wasn't here - he'd spare anyone what might become of them. But, he hid those feelings under his resentment.

He stepped inside, taking a look around. Their rooms weren't shoddy. They were quite nice. Give the tributes the lap of luxury, then unleash them into the games.

Now at least that made sense.

"It's --" Just like his room. "Nice." What else was he going to say?