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WHO| Don&Plutarch, Riddick&Lilium, Max&Elias, and Anna&Nathaniel
WHAT| Scoping them out for rebellion potential.
WHERE| Various locations
WHEN| About a week before the new arena.
WARNINGS/NOTES| This is our first time doing this. Forgive any mistakes. Also this is not a promise you will get into the Rebellion. And if you fail, it is not a promise you will never get in. There will be a thread for each of the pairing, set up by the NPC half (it may take a day or two for your NPC to get up a thread)

Whispers of a rebellion could be heard, even if you didn't know where to look. Many lived blissfully in ignorance, of course. But it didn't take a lot to realize that, when you killed people's children, they tended not to be happy with you.

But whispers of a rebellion and an actual rebellion were very different things.

Especially one happening right here, in the middle of the city. That was unheard of.

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Riddick's body language is pretty much never very open. But he isn't any more closed off than he usually is, at the moment, so that's a start. "Which one's more expensive?" is his follow-up question, coming with a wry smirk. He's been pretty much ignoring the "debt" he's wracking up by eating out so often, in part because he's curious what they'll do to make him pay, and in part because he just doesn't care.

Well, the smirk is a good sign. At least he isn't in a bad mood.

She grins in return. "That would probably be the twelve-year."

"Let's go with that one, then. Might as well, right? Ain't like it's my money I'm spendin'." He knows there will eventually be a need to pay up, of course, in some unspecified manner, but that doesn't mean he has to act like it. He slaps his credit counter down on the bartop for her to charge up, and settles in to wait for the drink.

Lilium likes how Riddick thinks.

"Scotch it is." She replies, trying not to let a smirk of her own slip. Wouldn't want to make it too obvious that she approves of Riddick's mentality, would she?

Returning his card to him after swiping it, she reaches for a glass. "So, how have you liked it here in the Capitol?" A casual, conversationally posed question, as she selects a bottle of scotch from beneath the bar, opens it, and pours some into the tumbler.

"Nicest slam I've ever had the pleasure of being a prisoner in, I guess," Riddick shrugs. That is how he views the place: a prison, just one that happens to have adoring fans and lots of good food. He's not really a fan. To his mind, he'd rather have to hunt for his own food and live in a cave and be free, than have all the fine cuisine he could want and live in a mansion, and be a slave.

"Is that how you see it? A prison?" She slides his drink to him. "You seem comfortable enough. Nothing you'd change, then?" He's a tough one to read, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like a challenge. If he was indifferent, she'd lose him. But if there was a spark there... well. He'd certainly make a formidable ally.

"Comfort don't mean much when you'll get shot for sayin' the wrong things," Riddick points out. He wasn't there for the execution of that other Tribute, but he's heard about it. "But I guess you people wouldn't care much about that. It's all for fun, right?"

After all, as far as he knows, she's a "fan" of the games just like everyone else here. He picks up the drink to toast her with it, tosses it back.

"I guess not." She replies neutrally as she begins to clean a glass. "Well, if there were something you could change, would you?" Simple curiosity. Tributes are so interesting, after all.

Really, Riddick has been expecting somebody to ask him that. He hasn't exactly been subtle in his poking around, and someone was bound to start wondering why. The question is: has this question come from some kind of underground resistance, or from the government?

So his brows go up a little, but his expression doesn't change more than that, and he sets the drink down carefully. "Depends on who's asking and whether I'll be shot for answering, I suppose."

Lilium holds both of her hands up. "No shooting, I promise. Just simple curiosity."

He's wise to be so cautious. Clearly he's done his homework.

"Then if you don't mind, I'm not gonna do anythin' that might incriminate myself just for your curiosity," Riddick comments. If she had a real reason, maybe he'd consider it, but just for curiosity's sake? Nope, sorry, sister.

He tilts his now-empty glass to consider it, and turns the conversation around: "Or should I be askin' you the same question?"

He isn't going to make this easy for her. But she likes how cautious he's being. He should be.

Turning away from him to fix a drink for another customer (who appears utterly uninterested in their conversation) she replies, "Maybe you should be."

He quirks one brow at her over the top of his sunglasses, and takes the bait. "A'right. So if you were me, stuck in this fancy-ass slam, what would you be doin'?"

Nothing in there that can get him in trouble yet. Plenty that could get her in trouble, if she's sincere and somebody else is listening in.

The nearest person is the one she's just served a drink to, and he seems absorbed in whatever is going on on the nearest TV screen. Turning back to Riddick, she leans against the bar again, this time right in front of him.

"I'd probably be looking for allies, people who might have the same viewpoint as me."

Someone like Riddick is well aware that not only is it possible to look like you're not listening even if you are, but it's possible to listen in without even being present. The technology exists here, and he's certain it's used in the capitol as well as in the arena. It wouldn't make sense not to.

"Mmm. Outside the arena?" Because that answer is important. Who outside the arena would be trustworthy, after all? He still hasn't even discerned who might be trustworthy in the arena.

Whatever the case, Lilium doesn't seem to be concerned by the other man's close proximity to their conversation.

"Outside of the arena." She confirms.

Since he doesn't know whether she does this out of stupidity of insider knowledge, Riddick keeps it off himself, pulling up a smirk at her. "And who would you be talkin' to outside the arena, then? You got some kinda inside track to who the safe people are? Cuz that ain't somethin' they tell us in those training sessions we get."

She grins at him. "I'm sure it isn't." Turning back to the bar, she picks up the 12-year scotch she'd poured him earlier, opens it, and refills his glass. "On the house." She says. "Next time you stop by, ask for Conscientia. She runs the place. Tell her Lilium sent you."

A man, also dressed as a bartender, comes up and peers into the bar at Lilium. "And that's my shift. Nice talking to you." She gives Riddick a short wave as she leaves to trade off with the man.

Hopefully she'd be seeing him again.

Riddick watches her go with both brows raised just a bit. Huh. "Will do," he says, though mostly just to himself, and tosses back the scotch before absenting himself. He's curious to see if anyone follows, and if he winds up cornered by the police in the next day or two. If not, maybe he'll have to find this Conscientia gal...
after the next arena.

Got to make sure he doesn't wind up punished in any way. Riddick is nothing if not cautious, when it matters.

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Sorry about the delay!

Sorry right back. silly work trip :P

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