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[gamemakers]

 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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[polyturtle]

"...Thank you." Done smiles gratefully. "I'd appreciate that."

Though of course, deep down, he was worried again. His own experience with rebellion was...not the best. Mainly because somehow, anytime he or his brothers got involved in one, things just went to shell for whatever reason.

But on the other hand. He wanted to know. He wanted to know the truth.

He'd just have to cross the bridges when he got there, wouldn't he?

[gamemakers]

He nodded, just a small, reflective nod, the gesture one that seemed to indicate something had been settled, and to his own satisfaction. Very good.

"Consider it done." He checked his watch, a gleaming gold piece. When he ran his thumb across the dial, there was, just briefly, a little shimmering bird illuminated above it, sketched on the air in light. So very briefly.

"I am afraid I'm out of time, however. If you'd like to remain, anything you order is on me. I'm sure you're reluctant to spend your winnings," he added, with the slightest pause before the last word. "I'm told they're working on specialty menus themed for each of you here, you really ought to let them practice."

[polyturtle]

"Thank you, sir."

If Plutarch was looking - perhaps he was - he'd notice Donatello's eyes staring at the watch. Of course, the moment is brief, and by the time Plutarch is fully looking back up at the turtle, Don's eyes have averted back up to the Gamemakers' face.

"...Oh...thank you, I..." Don was quite surprised at this gesture. "That's very kind of you. Though...I'm betting that there's probably a lot of turtle soup involved."

A bird. He saw the outline of a bird. He was sure of it. But it didn't look like one he'd seen before. Not entirely.

"That's a nice watch, by the way."

[gamemakers]

He paused in standing, hands on the table, and for a moment looked towards the door where the waiter had come and gone. "... How gruesome. Oh, but thank you. I had it made after the 74th, to remind myself of that... very exciting victory."