[open] CATCH ALL

[reallynow]

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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[metalicarus]

A wry smile touches Jet's lips and he slips his arm around Albert's shoulders. "No problem. Just stay sitting for a while, okay? Rest; I know it's hard for you, but try."

Jet pecked him on the cheek and stood to gather the water and ice pack before returning to his place at Albert's side. Without invitation, he pressed the pack against his fiance's eye again and set the water on the coffee table. "The water's for you after you're not dizzy anymore."

The slightly commanding tone that had slipped into his face and voice died down after his final 'order' and turned a little more tender, a little more worried. The hand not holding the ice pack found one of Albert's and twined their fingers together.

[silberfuchs]

He inhales sharply as Jet replaces the ice on his eye, simultaneously irritated by and grateful for the mothering. He could easily do it himself, but there's some sort of guilty pleasure in his partner caring for him like this.

"I want to do something, but I don't know what we can do. After I fought the peacekeepers and yelled at the liaison, they'll be keeping an eye on my activity, and since we're public about our engagement I'm certain they'll be watching you as well..." He trails off with a frustrated sigh and takes the ice pack, keeping it against his eye as he tightens his fingers in Jet's grasp.

[metalicarus]

Jet returned to having his arm around his fiance while his other hand stayed in Alberts. The German was right, there really wasn't anything they could do to help right now, especially since they'd gone public and thrown a little light on themselves. Their hands were tied and he knew it was going to drive them both crazy.

"I don't think they'll kill any of them, we'll help them as soon as we're able. Just promise you won't do anything that could get you in trouble...at least not without me there too."

What if they'd arrested him? What if they'd tortured him and thrown the pieces back at Jet's feet to kill himself over as he desperately tried to put them back together? It honestly scared him and he hated it.

"We won't be powerless forever." They couldn't be, otherwise they'd both lose it eventually, so maybe if he said it enough times, it would come true sooner.

[silberfuchs]

"I won't. I can't." Jennifer's file, labeled neatly with 'Wakefield' on the cover, burns too brightly in his memory.

"It's not just us as stake, there are people here we care about now," he sighs heavily, as if lamenting the mistake they'd made in growing close to other tributes or mentors. It would be easier if they hadn't, though ask him directly and he would tell you he'd do that part the same regardless.

He doesn't say it as it would sound disgustingly like whining, but he's so very tired of being powerless now and would very much like to know when it will end or what they can do to end it.

Though something does occur.

"We should spend more time at the speakeasy."

[metalicarus]

Honestly, Jet was thankful Albert didn't ask him when or how they'd be able to do anything, he didn't know and couldn't even come up with a suitably uplifting and plausible answer either; all they could do was hope it was doable and soon.

The mention of the 'speakeasy' piqued his interest, though. He knew what those were in his own country's history, maybe it was something similar, except instead of the illegal alcohol, it was the illegal something else.

"What's that? I don't think I've heard of it."

[silberfuchs]

"Tribute bar. The drinks are good, and it's a good atmosphere in which to blow off steam." He can't say outright that it's the hotbed of the rebellion, not here where they're probably being spied on, but the look he gives Jet is more than enough to convey his meaning. Even without the brainwave connecting them, he and Jet still have a nonverbal vocabulary they can fall back on and so long as Jet takes his meaning, Albert can take comfort in it.

"I could use a drink, after this." Moodily, he adjusts the ice on his face, watching Jet for understanding.

[metalicarus]

He nodded, comprehension there on his face.

"Sounds like a good place. Once the swelling goes down a bit more, we'll get you cleaned up and get out of here for a while."

It would be a good distraction from the stuff they couldn't help and would offer them a chance to maybe be useful in another way, or at least get a little more information. If there was one thing you could count on in a bar, it was loose tongues.

[silberfuchs]

It's Albert's turn to nod, assenting to Jet's plan, and finally slumps a little. It's not relaxing, per se, but it is a sign of Albert letting things go at least a little and moving forward. Or at least allowing himself to be taken care of.

After a short while, he removes the ice from his face. "'s numb." is the only explanation he gives.

[metalicarus]

Jet nods and cards his fingers through Albert's hair once before getting up to get rid of the ice pack.

"Alright then, let's go. We'll get more when we come back.

[silberfuchs]

He nods again, looking a little sulky as he stands, staying at Jet's side as they head for the door. He's glad, at least, that even when he makes potentially stupid life choices, Jet is still here to set him right.