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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[nofunandgames]

He was waiting for company, rolling a glass between his palms. It was good alcohol, and as such he was only sipping at it.

But even then, it was keeping his nerves down.

Which was a very good thing right now.

[the_marshal]

Spotting Elias from across the room, Wyatt extracted himself politely from his conversation with Effie and made his way over.

"A man after my own tastes," he greeted his mentor, resting a hand on the man's shoulder, before moving past and taking a seat on the other side of Elias' table. "I mighta known you'd be here."

[nofunandgames]

"You'll find it's a very good place to be. Did you have any trouble finding it?"

All the mentors knew of the Capitol's new credit system Worrisome, but also useful to have them out and about. Harder to keep track of.

[the_marshal]

"Might a made a misstep or two along the way," Wyatt shrugged, "but nothin' I didn't couldn't fix right quick."

[nofunandgames]

"Good, I'm glad you're here." He looked around, before tilting his head. "Let's go find a table in the back."

He knew a few of the back rooms were open, and knew they would be fine to use them.

[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?"

[buildingreality]

She made it right on time, as was her preference, dressed to fit in with the decor of the room; Ariadne didn't like sticking out, especially not for this sort of meeting, and it seemed as though the place had been chosen just for that. It didn't take her long to find Elias, slipping into a seat beside him with a light smile.

"Were you waiting long?"

[nofunandgames]

He returned her smile. It wasn't a hard thing to do.

"Not long at all. Would you like a drink?"

It was easy enough to catch a waiter here, and he lifted a hand to grab someone for her.

[buildingreality]

"I'd love one," she replied casually, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Her attention travelled over her shoulder briefly when the waiter was hailed, joining them in silence, and she put in a simple order for a simple drink - gin and tonic - before turning back to Elias, eyes studying the decor just behind him, "This place is surprisingly nice."

[nofunandgames]

The Speakeasy was the perfect level of full tonight-enough to mask their conversation but not so much to make it hard to speak. or to get a drink. A waitress came over, taking their orders and slipping away.

"So..." he laughed. "I haven't been on a date in too long."

[buildingreality]

"I think the last time I was officially on a date was before I got into college, if I'm perfectly honest with you," Ariadne said, a hint of a sheepish smile playing at her lips, quiet and subtle in all of its existence. "Unless you mean those awkward dates that no one really knows if it's a date or not."

[nofunandgames]

"Oh, yes."

True, his awkward dates were probably a bit more awkward, but the idea still stood.

"So, how is mentoring?"

[buildingreality]

She was used to awkward. Even Arthur had been awkward in his own way.

"It's surprisingly good. I think the Tributes are doing considerably better than if they just had the Morphlings to cover them; I was lucky. I could just wing it. I'm not sure about some of the others," she replied, shrugging a little. They'd held their own until the massive series of deaths last Arena that left but a handful standing. And against Don, she couldn't exactly say they weren't trained - she wouldn't have been able to win either.

[nofunandgames]

"You're good for them. The Morphlings..." Well. They were the morphlings. Not really who he would want.

"I can't really blame them though. I can't say it hasn't been tempting at timed." He let out a soft laugh. "Cheerful conversation so far..."

[luckofthedevil]

This generally wasn't Alex's sort of hangout. But it was almost the most normal of all the various places Alex had seen so far around the Capitol. And though he was loath to use this 'line of credit' he'd been given, he grabbed a stool at the bar and ordered a Coke, hoping the bartender knew what one was. He kept his eyes away from the other patrons, shoulders hunched in a desire for some small degree of privacy in the city that didn't want him to have any.

[nofunandgames]

Through the shifting people, he caught the hint of someone painfully familiar, and started to wade through the crowd.

He hadn't really expected to see him again. Reaching out, he grabbed his shoulder with a grin.

"Finnick!"

[luckofthedevil]

Alex felt someone behind him just before a hand came down on his shoulder. His shoulder twitched slightly and then he looked over it at the person behind him.

"Sorry. You have the wrong person."

[nofunandgames]

He stepped back. Of course, the doppleganger. Not Finnick.

"Sorry, I though...I'm sure you know who I thought you were." He gave him a warm, if slightly sheepish smile. "Alex, right?"

[luckofthedevil]

"Yes, I'm Alex."

A slight frown formed between his brows. He was supposed to know who this, what was the name the guy had said, 'Finnick' was? Why? Alex couldn't help but feel unsettled at what the possible reasons could be.

"And actually, no, I don't know." One way or another, Alex had managed to miss meeting one half of his mentor team after his first arena.

[nofunandgames]

"Really?" He arched an eyebrow in surprise.

"Finnick Odair is one of the most famous victors around, and you happen to be his spitting image."

It was maybe better he didn't know. Considering what Finnick went through.

[luckofthedevil]

Alex almost dropped his glass of soda, barely catching it before it slipped from his fingers.

"Spitting image? Really?"

Trying to sound merely curious rather than alarmed, Alex hoped the lighting was dim enough that any changes in his complexion wouldn't be noticed.

Because he'd probably just turned as white as a sheet.

[nofunandgames]

Elias watched him, frowning.

"He's the mentor for District 4, one of them..."

Or was. Elias stomach sank at the mere mention of it, but it was something that was, most likely true.