two, two, two logs in one! ETA: make that three! [closed]

[youbarium]

WHO| Carlos and Steve Rogers | Carlos and Charles Xavier | New prompt for Sabriel in the comments!
WHAT| Passing on rebellion info to ALL of the Marvel movie characters! ...and Sabriel.
WHEN| During the days after Penny's announcement.
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| The Capitol is going to spin these meetings as dates. According to the Capitol, Carlos was just using Cecil the whole time for Arena sponsorship, and now that Cecil isn't useful, Carlos is dating again. Who will he ensnare with his terrible charisma and heartbreakingly perfect hair next??

Except Sabriel. Who even knows what that's about. Maybe he's trying to learn her witchcraft or something.

FOR STEVE AND CHARLES:

Dimly lit and comfortably loud, the Speakeasy was a perfect place to have a sensitive conversation. Carlos didn't know the codes to get into the back, but the bar itself was private enough, with its secluded tables and constant background noise. Carlos had arranged this meeting over the network on a filtered channel, pitching it like a chance to get drinks and talk. He didn't mention anything about District 3, and didn't bring up anything about the Arena.

Carlos was getting better at this sneaking-around-and-lying thing, and he hated it.

But personal ethical scruples aside, Carlos was easily spotted thanks to the glowing drink in front of him. He wasn't actually drinking it. He was just staring at it morosely. At one point, he takes a small device out of his pocket and scans the glowing green glass, but his heart clearly isn't in it. Carlos pockets the device again, and sighs.

FOR SABRIEL:

Second verse, same as the first. Carlos had been in and out of this place several times over the past few days, and when he'd heard Sabriel had died in the Arena, he figured that here was as good a place as any to discuss magic.

Also, Carlos didn't know Sabriel very well, and had wanted to ask about that debt he owed, somewhere without cameras. He had taken more care with his communications with Sabriel, since inviting a minor to a bar was strange enough to cause suspicion -- he'd slipped her a note under her door, asking her to meet him here at a certain time, to talk about her magic, and that debt.

Carlos had already been here for half an hour. Arriving at different times would minimize their chances of attracting attention. He was flipping through network posts on his communicator, but it didn't look like he was paying much attention. He looked a little listless, actually.

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[aboveangrybees]

Steve was more than happy to accept Carlos' offer, he needed a break from watching the arena unfold. It was a personal thing, but it was still the cherry on top of all the other horrible that had happened lately. He needed to step away.

So he did, finding himself with a beer as he slides into the seat across from Carlos, the despondent air around the man palpable. Maybe they both needed the distraction - the kiss was all over the television, Steve even saw it, so it wasn't hard to guess where this mood was coming from.

"Is that supposed to glow?" Steve didn't actually care about the answer - though a glowing drink was a bit much for him really - but it was somewhere to start.

[bindsthedead]

Sabreiel arrived, looking as pale and strange as ever- but there was a strange kind of energy about her as she sat down across from Carlos and glared when she was told that no, they wouldn't bring her wine.

She settled for a cup of tea, and sat down across from Carlos, frowning when she saw his forehead and several of her hopes quietly died.

"What happened to your mark?" Hopefully, he was just covering it up somehow. If it didn't stick through death and subsequent revival... well, she'd find a way around that.

[helpmeguideit]

Charles made his way to the Speakeasy, as he had told Carlos that he would. He was there strictly for business. He didn't stop to get a drink, either. He looked around, spotted Carlos, and headed right for him. That glowing drink made him an easy find, considering darkly lit - loud places - made things easy to miss.

He nodded his head in greeting. "It's been a bit," he said.