WHO| Open to any Science Bros, medical people, or people who might otherwise randomly be at the bar
WHAT| Happy Hour
WHEN| About a week after the arena is over, I guess?
WHERE| Unzip Your Genes, a Capitol bar
WARNINGS| Drunken arguments about physics and possibly whether a caveman or an astronaut would win in a fight

After their rather electric deaths (and close calls, for some) the Science Bros (also known as the Science Alliance) were firmly established as a group in the minds of the Capitol public. That was why all the members were given an invite to the Capitol bar Unzip Your Genes as guests of honor, a publicity stunt - er, gesture of appreciation - because the bar had re-themed and re-named itself in their honor.

Drinks were on the house - as were the Science Alliance T-shirts they were all given as door prizes - and there weren't too many Capitol guests so it promised to possibly actually be a good time. For those that didn't care about a good time, they could possibly drink out of spite until the bar regretted offering free drinks.

The decorations actually weren't half bad. Lots of glass, stainless steel, colorful charts, blinking lights, and wires that did nothing. There were plasma balls everywhere and huge tesla coils had electricity arcing up to the ceiling, shooting out mini electrical storms that might make some of the bros just a little bit nervous, even though it was just a visual effect. There were glow-in-the-dark wall panels and every bathroom door had a biohazard sign. A star map was also projected on the ceiling, sometimes zooming in to feature individual galaxies, planetary bodies, and nebulae in more detail.

In the middle of the bar was a stage shaped like the periodic table of the elements, where attractive dancers in science-themed costumes rocked out in Faraday cages.

All the drinks (often glowing and sometimes flaming or even sparking) were served in beakers with radioactive signs, test tubes, graduated cylinders, or flasks, and the barmaids were just going to keep them coming.

Who| sherlock holmes & ian gallagher. sherlock holmes & joan watson.
What| shady meetings in back alleys & exploring the capitol.
Where| the streets outside on of the capitol's more indulgent establishments & then the districts shopping plaza.
When| a late night & an early afternoon before the races start.
Warnings/Notes| drug use/discussion.

( there's one more exit flies on by. )

WHO| Wyatt, Maximus, and Elias
WHAT| The Rebellion's about to get 1000% more awesome.
WHERE| District Three suites, then the Speakeasy, one of the secret, private rooms.
WHEN| Last night of the races.
Notes/Warnings| None.

( To count the reasons why I fought. )

Who| Katniss and Guy
What| Deep talking.
Where| A park.
When| Backdated to a few days before the Peeta thread
Warnings/Notes| None atm.

She found herself in the park they had escaped to, after the crowning ceremony.

It wasn't the biggest park in the Capitol, but it was the closest one to the training center that became a real taste of the out doors. She couldn't entirely escape the city, not within it's limits, but this was close.

Her mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts, and without the woods, she couldn't get it cleared out. So many layers, the Games, her tributes, home, her family, Gale, Peeta, the urge to want to rebel, to fix things.

Reaching up, she grabbed a hold of one of the lower branches, heaving herself up, and kicking off her shoes as she did, not caring where they went. Just wanting to be barefoot on this early spring day.