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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[the_marshal]

Wyatt lifted an eyebrow, but stood as Elias did, falling in behind the mentor as he moved toward the back of the room.

"Not a fan of the scenery up front?" Wyatt asked as they found themselves in a private area, seperate from the noisy crowd. Trusting Elias as he did he was more curious than disturbed.

There was a good reason for it, he was sure.

[nofunandgames]

"Just want to be sure there are no unwelcome guests."

He smiled, settling at a small booth. In this room there were few, and he knew them all now, by sight.

"So, I brought you here to discuss something more..." He searched for the right word. "Delicate."

[the_marshal]

Settled on the other side of the booth, Elias had Wyatt's full attention, the blue eyes focused.

He waited a beat to see if he would carry on, then in cause he needed some sort of encouragement, gave a small nod. "I'm all ears."

[nofunandgames]

"You hate them, right?"

Hopefully, the them would be obvious. In this sorta of situation, the them was always obvious.

"Ready to put your money where your mouth is?"

[the_marshal]

The fingers on the glass twitched, and tightened.

The blue eyes hardened.

"You mean to say there's a chance this could be stopped?"

[nofunandgames]

The movement, the nod of his head was tiny. Not for privacy. But because Elias still was locked up in his own emotions.

He didn't trust this yet. But doing nothing was worse.

"There's people...a...movement."

[the_marshal]

The nod, small as it was, was enough.

Wyatt responsed almost before Elias had finished, their words clipping against one another.

"I want in, Elias." The eyes beneath the dark brim of his hat were as hard and cold as shards of ice, his jaw was tight, a muscle ticking rhythmically. "Whatever it takes, whatever I can do to help bring these sons'abitches down."

[nofunandgames]

Elias smiled, widely, leaning back and looking at the man across from him.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

And now to get down to business. He pulled a pen from his jackets, snatching up a napkin and sketching the mockingjay on to it. "Have you seen this?"

[the_marshal]

Wyatt reached across the table and slid the napkin closer, his eyebrows coming together as he studied it.

"Ain't this from 12?" He looked up, watching Elias for confirmation. "That little lady with the bow?"

He'd never met her, and the last time he'd even seen her had been on the video machine, but it was hard to visit the 12 suites, or even be a tribute at all, and not hear somethin' about her.

[nofunandgames]

"Yes. She..."

He chewed his cheek, trying to figure out a way to explain it.

"She rebelled in a small way. And that was, in it's way, more powerful than a larger display, because they couldn't hide it. Not well. When her ally died in the games, she gave the little girl a type of funeral. And her and her lover both won, somehow."

He tapped the Mockinjay. "They use to allow us tokens from home. This was hers. It's become a fashion statement, which is a bit double sided. Hides us, but also means everyone has one."

[the_marshal]

His mustache twitched, mouth pursing thoughtfully.

"So it's the symbol then and anybody sportin' it-" he rested his fingertips on the edge of the napkin, "-could be someone on our side, someone who's had just about enough of the Capitol... or they could be just a regular ol' citizen."

He sat back and looked at Elias.

"Trouble of course bein' gettin' close enough to know which is which."

[nofunandgames]

"Yes. It's double edged that way."

He shrugged.

"Easy to hide, hard to find."

[the_marshal]

Wyatt nodded, understanding and appreciating how difficult it had to be.

"Well, your secret's safe with me," he promised. And Wyatt's word was his bond. "What can I do?"

[nofunandgames]

"Right now? Really just wait. We are gathering our forces, so to speak. So wait, and watch. Tell me if you think anyone might be good."

He knew he could trust Wyatt with all of this. There was no doubt for him there.

[the_marshal]

"I can do that." Another nod, determined. "And if there's anything else - I'll do what I can, Elias. I'll be there, iffen ya need me."

Probably even he didn't really, because that's who Wyatt was.

[nofunandgames]

He nodded, giving him a small, tight, but very real smile.

"I'm glad. You're here, you're in my District. I...know you don't want to be. But you're my friend."

A rare thing for Elias.