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thecapitol2014-06-28 01:04 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-28 01:04 am
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To the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah
Who| District 3 Tributes, Mentors, and anyone else who has cause to be there
What| Mingling in the wake of Cecil's news broadcast
Where| District 3 Suites common area
When| After Cecil's post, all evening
Warnings/Notes| This is a mingle log and will lend itself to threadhopping, which I hope is ok. Mention of depression. Discussion of mass murder and genocide is probably gonna turn up in here. Other warnings/notes as needed.
He's only been awake for a day.
A solid day of doing nothing but sleep and wallowing in a different illness altogether than had infected the Capitol. A solid day of that ugly beast Depression that, in the wake of murdering so many directly in the arena - two he didn't know, Enjolras, Hilda, Gott, he'd killed her... - sits heavy on his chest and doesn't allow him to do much of anything besides visit the lavatory. Frankly, he'd only turned on the news by accident; he'd been attempting to make the windows that overlooked the Capitol below tint darker and cast his entire room in shadow. It was on just in time to catch Cecil's smooth voice over pirated airwaves, a hard edge to his usually flightly and inane cadence.
District 3 was gone.
And dour as he is, suspicious thoughts weave into his mind. He doesn't believe for a moment that this is because of any plague, as bad as tuberculosis is. It couldn't have spread that fast, not with them quarantining themselves like that if Cecil is to be believed (and it's too serious not to believe.) No. This is another message. Because of Ian, because of his own post, because of Eponine's very public tantrum and Starkiller's blackout in the arena, both of which he's heard mention of by now as the tv switches from program to program in the ticking of minutes and his checks on his phone of old network logs. Jessica was made to behave this way before, why wouldn't they think it would work again?
All those people...
He feels sick, but he can't imagine he's the only one, not after this news.
Gathering his wits, Albert mechanically goes through a shower and dresses himself before stepping into the common area, wary of the Capitol microphones and cameras that may be recording them but needing to discuss, needing to find out where everyone else is both literally and emotionally, and needing to help as best he can. A help which starts with copious amounts of tea, not that he imagines it will be terribly calming in this situation, but any port in a storm.
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When the other tributes come out to the common area, there is a large tray with a steaming pot of tea and mugs enough for everyone that lives in the D3 suites, including those Albert hasn't met personally. The German has placed himself in a chair and looks gaunt and sleepless despite having slept for quite some time, but his eyes are alert and he responds readily to anyone who comes to talk to him, though he's also ready to approach others if it looks like they're going to do something particularly inadvisable.
Of course, it's hard to tell with his stoic face that he may be thinking of the inadvisable himself.
What| Mingling in the wake of Cecil's news broadcast
Where| District 3 Suites common area
When| After Cecil's post, all evening
Warnings/Notes| This is a mingle log and will lend itself to threadhopping, which I hope is ok. Mention of depression. Discussion of mass murder and genocide is probably gonna turn up in here. Other warnings/notes as needed.
He's only been awake for a day.
A solid day of doing nothing but sleep and wallowing in a different illness altogether than had infected the Capitol. A solid day of that ugly beast Depression that, in the wake of murdering so many directly in the arena - two he didn't know, Enjolras, Hilda, Gott, he'd killed her... - sits heavy on his chest and doesn't allow him to do much of anything besides visit the lavatory. Frankly, he'd only turned on the news by accident; he'd been attempting to make the windows that overlooked the Capitol below tint darker and cast his entire room in shadow. It was on just in time to catch Cecil's smooth voice over pirated airwaves, a hard edge to his usually flightly and inane cadence.
District 3 was gone.
And dour as he is, suspicious thoughts weave into his mind. He doesn't believe for a moment that this is because of any plague, as bad as tuberculosis is. It couldn't have spread that fast, not with them quarantining themselves like that if Cecil is to be believed (and it's too serious not to believe.) No. This is another message. Because of Ian, because of his own post, because of Eponine's very public tantrum and Starkiller's blackout in the arena, both of which he's heard mention of by now as the tv switches from program to program in the ticking of minutes and his checks on his phone of old network logs. Jessica was made to behave this way before, why wouldn't they think it would work again?
All those people...
He feels sick, but he can't imagine he's the only one, not after this news.
Gathering his wits, Albert mechanically goes through a shower and dresses himself before stepping into the common area, wary of the Capitol microphones and cameras that may be recording them but needing to discuss, needing to find out where everyone else is both literally and emotionally, and needing to help as best he can. A help which starts with copious amounts of tea, not that he imagines it will be terribly calming in this situation, but any port in a storm.
---
When the other tributes come out to the common area, there is a large tray with a steaming pot of tea and mugs enough for everyone that lives in the D3 suites, including those Albert hasn't met personally. The German has placed himself in a chair and looks gaunt and sleepless despite having slept for quite some time, but his eyes are alert and he responds readily to anyone who comes to talk to him, though he's also ready to approach others if it looks like they're going to do something particularly inadvisable.
Of course, it's hard to tell with his stoic face that he may be thinking of the inadvisable himself.
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"I didn't really think they would go this far." She doesn't lift her head, but it's fairly clear that she's talking to Albert. What might not be as clear is her intent with the comment. She remembers telling him that the Capitol would retaliate, but... She doesn't think that Albert's rant should or could have warranted this.
"It's beyond excessive. Senseless." And inflammatory. If they weren't plotting rebellion already, Terezi is pretty sure that they are now--revenge or escape perching dangerously on each of their thoughts.
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No, it's something else. Something like this is not for only them, it's for the whole of Panem, it's to remind the country that the Capitol controls them. Which begs the question, with the Games still on, why would they need reminding?
"I want to know what was going on exactly before the district was destroyed." He sets his mouth in a thin line, wondering if Terezi has reached the same conclusion.
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"Do you have any theories of you own?" she asks, voice low. They're probably listening in on their conversations tenfold right now, but she doubts any innocent talk about theories will land them in hotter water. Just as long as they steer away from inflammatory declarations of revenge.
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"There are things that are easily eliminated just through observation at least. It's not to stop the spread of the disease, otherwise everyone who had contracted it would be a target, and news from the districts is spotty at best. I think it's a cover up for something else, otherwise they would announce responsibility and place themselves in a position of power. Instead, we find out through subversive means that makes the Capitol look bad." Albert shakes his head. "I think something happened in the District itself, something big."