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Who| Carlos and anyone
What| Since Carlos's survival hinges on his ability to act like he doesn't care, he's going about his business as usual. Even though he and Cecil had a very short-lived but very public romantic relationship, he's acting like he doesn't care. Come make his life harder. Come ask him how he feels.
Where| The D10 rooms, a coffeeshop, and the Speakeasy
When| After Penny and Cruentus's classy, classy announcement.
Warnings/Notes Possible mention of torture, drinking in the last prompt. Also, the first two prompts will involve Carlos denying any real feelings for Cecil. If you want an honest discussion with him, it'll have to be in the Speakeasy.
PROMPT A: D10 common room
Carlos had known what to expect. Penny had announced that Cecil would be avoxed, after all. He had known this was coming.
That had not made keeping a straight face during the broadcast any easier.
He turned off his communicator and knew that if he was going to make this act convincing, he couldn't hide up in his room all day. Carlos hated this act. It was like he had told one lie in the Arena and hadn't been able to stop lying since. It disgusted him. However, he knew that at this point, he had no choice.
There was no need to fake the irritation on Carlos's face as he walked out into the D10 common area and sat down in one of the chairs. He pulled out a notebook and began to scribble in it. Was he writing or drawing? It would be hard to tell...
PROMPT B: TRIBUTE CENTER COMMONS: GENERIC CAPITOL COFFEESHOP
Here Carlos was, sitting in the very place Dave had brought his last words to Cecil, drinking something too hot for the midsummer weather and talking into his tape recorder. If you get close enough, you might hear snatches of what he was saying:
"--correct about my impending death--"
"--new tactic--"
"--willingly cooperate--"
This part of the Tribute center was open to the public: anyone might pass by and see him.
PROMPT C: THE SPEAKEASY
Carlos wasn't one to drink out of sadness. Not usually. He had been in and out of the Speakeasy these past few weeks, having important discussions about the rebellion.
This time, though, he was after some self-administered emotional numbing.
"I don't even know what's in this," he muttered to himself, staring at the half-empty glass in front of him, which was a mass of swirling colors.
PROMPT D: ELEVATORS
Being two floors from the top meant that Carlos stood a solid chance of sharing an elevator on the way two and from the D10 rooms. He was used to it, and usually, didn't mind it. Today, however, it was all but a guarantee that whoever he ended up in the elevator with would be awkward as hell, and Carlos was really tired of dealing with it. He shifted from foot to foot in his lab coat, trying not to sigh when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
What| Since Carlos's survival hinges on his ability to act like he doesn't care, he's going about his business as usual. Even though he and Cecil had a very short-lived but very public romantic relationship, he's acting like he doesn't care. Come make his life harder. Come ask him how he feels.
Where| The D10 rooms, a coffeeshop, and the Speakeasy
When| After Penny and Cruentus's classy, classy announcement.
Warnings/Notes Possible mention of torture, drinking in the last prompt. Also, the first two prompts will involve Carlos denying any real feelings for Cecil. If you want an honest discussion with him, it'll have to be in the Speakeasy.
PROMPT A: D10 common room
Carlos had known what to expect. Penny had announced that Cecil would be avoxed, after all. He had known this was coming.
That had not made keeping a straight face during the broadcast any easier.
He turned off his communicator and knew that if he was going to make this act convincing, he couldn't hide up in his room all day. Carlos hated this act. It was like he had told one lie in the Arena and hadn't been able to stop lying since. It disgusted him. However, he knew that at this point, he had no choice.
There was no need to fake the irritation on Carlos's face as he walked out into the D10 common area and sat down in one of the chairs. He pulled out a notebook and began to scribble in it. Was he writing or drawing? It would be hard to tell...
PROMPT B: TRIBUTE CENTER COMMONS: GENERIC CAPITOL COFFEESHOP
Here Carlos was, sitting in the very place Dave had brought his last words to Cecil, drinking something too hot for the midsummer weather and talking into his tape recorder. If you get close enough, you might hear snatches of what he was saying:
"--correct about my impending death--"
"--new tactic--"
"--willingly cooperate--"
This part of the Tribute center was open to the public: anyone might pass by and see him.
PROMPT C: THE SPEAKEASY
Carlos wasn't one to drink out of sadness. Not usually. He had been in and out of the Speakeasy these past few weeks, having important discussions about the rebellion.
This time, though, he was after some self-administered emotional numbing.
"I don't even know what's in this," he muttered to himself, staring at the half-empty glass in front of him, which was a mass of swirling colors.
PROMPT D: ELEVATORS
Being two floors from the top meant that Carlos stood a solid chance of sharing an elevator on the way two and from the D10 rooms. He was used to it, and usually, didn't mind it. Today, however, it was all but a guarantee that whoever he ended up in the elevator with would be awkward as hell, and Carlos was really tired of dealing with it. He shifted from foot to foot in his lab coat, trying not to sigh when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
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But he went on.
"If you keep talking like that," he warned, "you might have no future at all. The Capitol is watching us -- all the time. We have to be careful what we say, or else we might find ourselves unable to speak at all."
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He shifted, eyes no longer holding as much venom.
"My tongue is no longer my own." His eyes drifted to the side then back to Carlos. "Yet you navigate treacherous waters well." If rumor was true...
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There were two things about being a scientist that Carlos took very seriously. (Actually, he took everything about being a scientist very seriously; it's just that these two things were particularly relevant to the situation.) One, a scientist's reputation was very important. Two, a scientist should never lie.
Carlos now had a reputation as a liar.
He hated what the Capitol was turning him into.
"I'm used to living in places like this," was his reply, after a moment's thought. "The place they took me from -- Night Vale -- it was a lot like the Capitol, only worse."
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"You are not alone in having history of enslavement. I was once as you." The words held no emotion to them. "I do not wish to become that again."
Bowing and scraping, serving his dominus's every wish for the slightest show of favor. He was a fool to think such a life held meaning. And yet he might have no choice but to return to that life.
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"No, no, it wasn't slavery," Carlos explained, with a note of mild distress in his voice. "Just a controlling and morally questionable government. Where I came from, we were watched all the time, too, and could be arrested at any time for anything. The laws made no sense, the punishments were harsh, and when citizens were fed to the petting-zoo wolves, they didn't come back. So really," finished Carlos, "to me, the Capitol isn't so bad."
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Terrible though Carlos made it sound, at least he had the freedom to do as he desired. Nasir did not see how that was worse than what they had now.
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He could tell that Carlos was excited by the strangeness of it though, for reasons Nasir couldn't understand. And so he looked at him curiously but still with a hard expression.
"Yet choice was yours to remain and risk life yet now, when you learn of chance it was taken, grieve." He recalled Spartacus's last words and his own voice quietened a fraction. "Better to fall from this world a free man than to die here."
Nasir would be of more comfort were he not so insulted by Carlos's comparison.
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Uuuugh. He really hated making Nasir this uncomfortable, but Carlos had to press on.
"I think our disagreement," said Carlos, looking at Nasir very seriously, "comes from the fact that you consider yourself a slave here and I don't. I'm not saying you're wrong. What I'm saying is that the way we define slavery is different. Our experiences -- that is, the collection of memories that we trust to be an accurate representation of the past -- are the lens through which we view our present, and my experiences in Night Vale have made living in Panem much easier for me than it originally would have been. I assume your experiences have had the opposite effect."
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"I do not care what your experiences are. Knowledge is mine what it means to be removed from choice. If you believe this to be the better than your home then you are a coward."
And if he did not react by attempting to punch Nasir in the face for that remark, Nasir would know it was the truth.
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Instead, Carlos's mouth pulled into a grimace. "I'm not a coward," he said. "I'm a scientist." As though that settled it. As though that made it obvious that Carlos was acting out of pragmatism rather than fear. Of course a scientist would be logical. Of course a scientist would base his decision on facts. Of course Carlos has thought this through.
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"Scientist," Nasir repeated the word with far more distaste than Carlos had. The look on his face showed nothing but contempt as he continued. "It is unfamiliar to me. I take it that it is but only another word for coward."
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Carlos reminded himself that this man didn't know what he was saying. He also reminded himself that he had been a jerk first, and this man was only responding to what Carlos had said. It calmed him a little, but still, it was with a tight voice that Carlos said, "This conversation isn't productive anymore. I think you should go."
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"We are in agreement on this. I shall search for favorable company." Nasir took his cup of coffee in his hand and finished drinking it first. "Perhaps you will find your own and someone new you can feign affection for." He did not know if that rumor was true but after this conversation, he could more readily believe it.
He stood so he could leave.
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All the replies Carlos had, all the rehearsed lines, all the explanations and cold denial, all of it dried up in his throat. Carlos was just left to watch Nasir go, unable to summon up any kind of meaningful retort. The argument was over.