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Who| ALL Y'ALL it's a ho down
What| A catch-all reaction log for the plot developments. Saves you from making 5 logs each tbh.
Where| All around the place
When| During and post lock down, 3am~ sunday onward
WARNINGS| Panicking, talk of murder and violence. Singing the songs of panem.

When things like THIS and THIS are going down it's probably a good time to touch base with one another. Face caressing, crying and meaningful stares abound as the Tributes and Staff drag their knuckles hopelessly in an effort to figure out what the fresh hell is going on.

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It wasn't perfect. It wasn't the way it used to be, but it was better, since their talk. There was still the distance, Wyatt knew Max still wasn't happy, but he believed now - wanted to believe - that it wasn't his fault.

He'd made it clear that he wasn't Max's obligation. That his love didn't mean Max had to say or do or feel anything back... but the man had stayed, and that was enough for now.

Lying together, not quite asleep, he had hope again....

Until the door suddenly burst in, men in white pouring in like bees from a struck hive. Guns at the ready, grabbing at them before Wyatt's eyes had even adjusted to the lights they waved.

He didn't know what had brought them there, but he realized quickly what they were after, and he fought, struggling to get to Max - if not to free him, than at least to be taken with him - but he didn't get far. Even as he was swinging at a Peacekeeper, a pain was blooming in the back of his head and darkness was sweeping in.

Later (minutes? hours?), he stumbled into the common room, his head swimming, a dark knot raised and painful at the base of his skull.

Seeing as the District Nine and District Ten suites were only separated by a ceiling and a floor, it should have been relatively easy for Gannicus to go from one floor to another in search of Wyatt Earp, Shooter of Bullets. But it still took Gannicus a long hour to make the relatively short journey, waylaid as he was by the need to confront every single person - Tribute and Peackepeer alike - in demand of any information they had about the prisoners.

When he finally found the District Ten suites Gannicus was ten shades beyond angry. His hands, balled tightly in to fists, were mottled red and bloodied across the knuckles.

"They have your man," He said breathlessly, as if Wyatt might not even have realised.

His head was pounding. So was his heart as he began to understand the situation. As he passed the caved in door down the hall from his own. As he saw the faces of those that remained.

As he took in Gannicus, wavering uncertainly on his feet as the room swam, pointing vaguely to the egg on the back of his head.

"I noticed," he murmured, blinking and trying to shake off the haze. He needed to focus. "Have they said why yet?"

That the man was here, didn't faze him. He hadn't gotten as far to the see the full list yet, so he merely assumed the man was here because of Max too. But that said, if he was here, where was....

"Where's Nasir?"

"Taken with him, sharing same fate," Gannicus replied with grim promptness. Understanding the coverage that streamed from the screens that were usually devoted to broadcasting the Games was beyond him, but in his travels Gannicus had extracted as much as possible from those he'd passed by. With a snarl of frustration he turned on a heel and paced uselessly, fists still painfully clenched, as he rattled through the scant details of what he knew.

"A Roman woman lies dead, and all that were stolen have been branded potential criminal..."

That was a slip of the tongue - she had been a Capitol woman, not Roman - but it was all the same to Gannicus now.

"Do not ask where they are taken to, I have no fucking notion."

"A Roman wom--" Wyatt shook his head, brow furrowed in confusion. "Ya mean a Capitol woman. Who? Did they give her name?"

His first thought was Snow's daughter. That slick, redheaded bitch who turned up whenever there was bad news to be given.

Ariadne's execution. The surprise arenas.

Funnily enough, it never entered his mind to wonder if Max, or Nasir, were actually responsible. It simply didn't matter.

What mattered was that she was important, and if they believed Max had done it....

Gannicus looked up sharply. Had he said Roman? Dogs and wolves were still the same beast, he supposed, but the fact that he had said Roman instead of Capitol set him back a moment.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus again. He had only been in the Capitol a short while compared to most of the Tributes; that Penny had been important was clear, but what she actually did Gannicus had no idea.

"The woman possessed two names - one does not stick to memory, but some named her Penny."

Penny.

Wyatt had never encountered the woman up close, but he still knew her well enough by reputation. Knew she ran in the same circle as the other.

It wasn't worse, but it certainly wasn't better.

"Son of'a bitch," he sighed. "Penny's a Peacekeeper. A high rankin' one. Whenever the Capitol wants to punish somebody, they send 'em to her."

Peacekeeper was at least a word that held some weight with Gannicus; he had talked about them with Nasir at the Crowning, discussing the time when Nasir once attacked them and the fact that neither of them understood the weapons they carried. Gannicus had pointed out in stark terms just how mad he thought Nasir had been to attack them when he knew so little - surely he wouldn't have done the same again?

Or at least, surely would have told Gannicus his plan...

Gannicus grimaced and shook his head. "Then they are condemned men. Nasir is no fool, but he will not break kind words if pressed to speak of her death."

"Even if he didn't, they still would be."

Wyatt leaned a hand on the mantle of the fireplace, the wind suddenly taken from him again. Not from an outside blow, but from within as his gut dropping away.

"If the Captiol's determined to place the blame, they won't jus' kill 'em, they'll make an example out of 'em."

He thought of Ariadne again, twitching and jerking on the screens, dying at Penny's hands.

The heavy threat of death that lay behind Wyatt's words hit Gannicus hard. Of course, it stood to reason that the Capitol would seek to do such a thing. It was brutal and typical. These people were Roman.

Facing death in the arena was one thing but what Wyatt was implying was another. Gannicus would not let a brother fall to such an ignoble, glorious end for a crime that Gannicus isn't even entirely sure he has committed.

"They will try," He replied darkly, before promptly turning on his heel and heading for the door.

His heart leapt at the oath, instinct telling him to go with Gannicus, to fight and to kill and do whatever it took.... but he knew better.

They wouldn't get through the front door and Max would still right where the Capitol wanted him.

"Gannicus." He called the man's name, paused, a moment's hesitation for the man he barely knew, then pressed on. "Don't do nothin' foolish. ...Think it through. Have a drink."

His step didn't so much as falter by a fraction as Wyatt called out. It wasn't until he reached the door that the other man's word even seem to register. Gannicus paused, one bruised and split hand resting on the frame, and turned to smile blankly back at Wyatt by the fireplace.

"Many an impossible deed has been born of my foolishness before now," He replied, suddenly all confidence and blackly cavalier laughter. "I need only one more."

Wyatt studied him for a moment, head throbbing behind his eyes.

"Maybe," he allowed after a beat, exhaling a long beat through his nose. "But if yer wrong, who's gunna help me when I give it a go?"

He laughed again, this time uneasily.

"If I am proved wrong then I hope I am dead enough to not feel the sting of it."

For a moment Gannicus looked like he would say something else - then he visibly backtracked and shook his head in frustration. The memory of Nasir's warnings that they were being watched - and listened to - at even the most impossible moments through mysterious means weighed heavily in the back of his mind. He turned serious.

"I leave to find more information. We will share words again," he promised.

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Venus doesn't run around the Tribute Center looking for a head-by-head count of her people; she's far more efficient than that. She watches on the television, waiting for the media to inevitably spill the beans for her.

And so it does. Her chest tightens while her guts go loose with that sick combination of fear and relief at the list of the suspects.

Ellie, Kankri...they're safe. That the kids she watches are alright makes the knot in her stomach go lax a little. But Courfeyrac and Maximus were taken, and as such she finds it difficult to breathe for a moment.

She goes and finds Joel first, and after that she goes looking for Wyatt. She finds him in the common area, looking bleary-eyed and stunned.

"You fought back, didn't you?"

He was leaning against the dark fireplace, probing gently at the back of his head, kneading at the lump. His eyes were closed against the dark spots that swam through his vision with every press. Were closed as he tried to focus.

Tried to come up with a plan.

He didn't even notice Venus had entered until she spoke.

"They came for one'a yers in the middle of the night, pull 'em from yer arms--" he murmured roughly, hand falling away as he blinked at her. "You jus' gunna watch?"

"I don't know. I like to think I kept my head but I also know they didn't take anyone from any of the Districts near mine, or from my floor." She thinks she probably would have fought back if she'd seen them hauling Courfeyrac out.

She goes and leans next to the fireplace with Wyatt, then takes the hand he isn't using to ease the hurt in his wound. She twists his forearm upwards gently, so his wrist is exposed, and she writes on it with her finger while she talks.

ILL HELP U

"They wanted to get people all at once to make a statement. They won't kill him tonight."

"No," he agreed, eyes dark as they glanced over her face, then down to his wrist. Slowly spelling the letters out to himself as she traced them across his skin. "No, they'll take their sweet time, then they'll make me watch."

Make them all watch. Just like with Ariadne.

"Not just you. Everyone with someone in there." Done writing out her message, she holds Wyatt's hand and gives it a squeeze.

"Ellie's okay. So that's one down, in terms of people we care about. But they have Courfeyrac in there too." He'll remember the man, the one who let them run ahead in the fire that past Arena.

Every knew name was like a fresh blow. He took a breath, held it, and slowly let it out.

"They took Susannah too," he said, gesturing back over his shoulder toward the hallway to the rooms where her door still stood opening, hanging drunkenly on its hinges. "An' Nasir."

He didn't know if those names meant anything to her, but even if they didn't, it just added to the crimes lying at the Capitol's feet. It was the principal.

He looked at her, a steady, dark stare, and squeezed back, slowly, but firmly.

We gotta do somethin'.

She nods, slightly, imperceptibly. She's already there. Her loyalty has been pledged to too many people for this to not affect her - and that's a terrifying thought, for someone who came in here with no one. For someone who was planning on just killing her way through the competition until she died.

Seems like so long ago.

"You look like you could use a drink, honey. Speakeasy?"

It was still so strange to say. The words leaving a bitter taste behind on his tongue. To speak as if a drink would in any way make what had been done any better.

That anything would - could - dissuade him from getting his lover back, safe and sound.

He knew that was the way it had be done, secretly, carefully, but it still felt wrong.

"When they let us out," he nodded. "I don't want'a see none of 'em. I don't want'a have to play nice with any of 'em. Jus'... you an' me, while we wait this out."

Just him and her and Elias, in a private room, coming up with a plan to get Max, and the others, back.

"The quiet, the dark, the smelling-a-little-bit-like-boozeahol." Venus fakes her nonchalance much better than Wyatt does. Maybe that's just because she didn't have the love of her life ripped from her (doesn't have a love of her life).

"We'll wait this out. I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid, sheriff." She'll troubleshoot his plan and make sure that when they do something stupid, it'll be as airtight as they can get it.

He looked at her, struggled to make his mouth twitch, worry flashing in his eyes as he did so.

"I'll need to get that dumb mutt'a his, in the mean time," he murmured. "We'll need to keep it from doin' anythin' dumb too."

It had been made to follow Max, to listen to him. He suspected it had been told 'no' often enough to keep from eating him, at least for now, but if it got an idea in it's head.

"I hope it mauled a Peacekeeper," she says with a conspiratorial smile. "Let me go pet it a bit. It likes me, for whatever reason."

Probably because she supplied the teddy bear that it ripped to fluff and ribbons.

She keeps Wyatt's hand tight as she walks with him, as they head towards the District Three room where Ferox is kept.

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