Who| Jolie and Steve
What| It's not a safe day to be a Capitolite- rebellion confessions and blackout snogging
Where| Tribute Tower
When| During the Eva-lution
Warnings/Notes| Kissing!?

( It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you. )

Who| Starkiller and Hans
What| Starkiller wakes up and does a thing
Where| D5 commons
When| After Starkiller wakes up
Warnings/Notes| N/A

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Who| Albert and anyone
What| It's a few days after Albert's birthday and he's in a rather good mood for once so he's playing the piano
Where| Tribute tower lobby
When| A few days after Eva's blackout
Warnings/Notes| Talk of mental health, suicide.

In general, Albert ignored his birthdays. They sort of lose meaning when you're not really aging and since he'd hit his twenties he'd rarely had one he didn't spend at work, locked in mortal combat for his life, or completely alone. If brought up to others they'd express their dismay, but Albert doesn't much care. It's just another day to him most years.

This year though, he's happy. Their mission to extract information from the Capitol had been a rousing success, he's out of the arena, and in a couple of weeks he should - finally - be able to get married to the man he's dedicated so many years to. So, true, it's a few days late, but in an effort to spread his good cheer, Albert's decided to do something utterly self serving that he hasn't indulged in for over a decade.

It's mid-morning when he steps out into the lobby of the tower with a few books under his arm. He knows he's seen an instrument somewhere around down here... Ah yes, there it is. A little off from the far wall, across from the elevators and partially obscured by a large potted plant is a baby grand piano. What it's doing there Albert has no earthly idea - maybe someone's poor thought on how to make the tower seem less like a prison and more like a high class hotel - but today he's going to take advantage of it.

He settles himself on the bench without much preamble and does a quiet scale to see if its in tune. Either they've improved even that technology or the Avoxes are charged with tuning it, but it plays beautifully and it's not long before strains of concertos and sonatas played from memory are filling the tower, wafting through hallways and any open door, either not noticing or not caring if anyone stops to listen.

Unless they say something, of course.