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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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There isn't a thing about tonight that is okay by any standards. As a rule, Dave is generally up this late, but he's used to the peace of the night and not the sounds of a lock down and a struggle and peacekeepers fucking crawling. All of it is particularly infuriating when you're kept in one place, no way of knowing whether everyone is alright beyond the people you can see. There's nothing he can do when they take Mindy and instantly he's worried. The news report, however, made it quite clear that everyone was not alright, and now Dave can't rightly say he is either.

His first instinct, once he's allowed to act on them, is to try make a quick trip to District Eight to peer around and then follows it with a trip to Three. Finally, he's slinking back into Nine with as blank an expression he can pull and absolutely no idea what to do. He's just standing in the middle of the suite wracking his brain while outwardly he looks like he's spacing out. Don't do anything stupid is a phrase that he's repeating to himself constantly, but he's listening to it less and less.

It's after Dave finally slips back into D9 that Elsa approaches him. To tell the truth, she's been waiting ever since the lockdown happened. When it did, her first instinct was to find him, but it was too late- he'd already disappeared. There's no way to describe just how terrified she is when she can't find him, all she can think is that they must have taken him away, too, but she's trying to hold onto the hope that just maybe that didn't happen.

She hangs out in the lounge of District 9, her excuse being that she can't sleep- and it's true. Even if she tried, it wouldn't be possible. She's too worried, but she doesn't have the bravery to leave the district like Dave has. All she can do is hope that Anna is doing what she's supposed to and staying put- they have no reason to punish her. Anna is okay. Dave is at way worse risk, so that's where her worry right now is focused on.

So when she finally catches movement and sees him returning, she's on him in an instant. She could give Bro Strider a run for his money with the speed in which she's tugging him into a hug. "Dave!" she hisses, trying to keep her voice down. "I was so worried- where have you been?"

District Six was not subjected to an intrusion of peacekeepers. They were locked in, but no one was taken.

So it's not even until the doors open back up that Molotov even realizes that something has happened to make everyone freak out. She'd heard, of course, about the murdered woman -- Molotov keeps track of her publicity, and they were talking about her on Panem Nightly when it was announced. And it doesn't surprise her that the 'suspects' were taken.

But this was a bit extreme.

However, she reflects, down at the bar in the wee hours of the morning (because really, who doesn't need a drink right now?), she doesn't know any of these people. They're not even people she's heard of, except maybe in passing. And so she sits with her drinks and her ashtray and a piece of toast with jelly, watching the coverage on the screens in the bar, watching the people coming down and looking for their friends, their loved ones, hoping against hope to find them.

She really hates hearing people cry. So obnoxious.

Edited 2014-08-03 04:03 (UTC)

Knowing that Elsa hadn't been taken, Dave felt confident enough to do a quick jog around. Once the lockdown was over, of course. He could be brave, but he wasn't stupid. It's only once he realises there are too many people to take stock of that he's back, but he knows Terezi and Rose are gone.

He's on high alert, so Elsa is lucky that she's hugging him fast before he's dodging or pushing her away. He can act as composed as he wants, his heart is thudding hard against his chest. His arms are hanging by his side as per usual and he's not leaning in.

"They took Rose. And Terezi." He answers plainly, as if that answers everything. "I checked, they're gone." His voice is deceptively calm despite his heart being in his throat.

Edited 2014-08-03 03:35 (UTC)

It's perhaps complete chance that Bro ends up running in to Dave. As it happens, the two of them have had the same idea; snoop around and act goddamn nosy. Bro himself has already checked up on Rose's district, just to make sure she really isn't there. His next order of business is to go check on Dave.

Gotta make sure his bro ain't doing anything stupid, and if he is? Be stupid with him. There's no way he could let them get away with this, and he has every intention of going after Rose. You don't fuck with family, that just isn't a line you cross. It's one thing to toss them in an arena- they're all in it together when that happens. But this? This is too direct and too personal.

So when Bro happens to spot Dave on his way to District 9, he's quick to slip up beside him and fall into stride with him. "Keeping your nose clean, bro?" he asks, the epitome of casual innocence as he gives Dave a small nudge. When the teen looks at him, he'll quirk a brow. It's the brow of rebellion. Dave knows the one. The "I ain't standing for this" brow.

Jennifer didn't have an explanation for any of what had happened, and being unable to contact her politician husband, she'd decided that the best place for her was likely where she could best serve the remaining Tributes. Make no mistake about it, she was horrified but what had just gone down. But beyond that, she was completely and utterly scared out of her mind.

Dejected, she sat down at her desk and began to pour over the files of the arrested Tributes and mentors. There was nothing she could do for them, not really, but she still had to try.

Elsa's stomach drops when Dave speaks. He sounds so calm, she can't imagine how he's even managing it. She'd heard of the people taken, but having it outright confirmed is particularly jarring, as if it knocks the wind out of her lungs. She doesn't know Rose particularly well, but it hurts because Rose is Dave's family and in a way she feels like family, too.

"I'm so sorry," she says, reluctantly pulling away from Dave so she can look him over, to make sure he's physically alright. "I... I'm sure they'll let her go. They can't honestly think that she had anything to do with what happened?"

Being this calm in itself is a massive, blinking cry for help but it's largely because he's petrified of saying something incriminating or lashing out. He can't always keep his cool in clock but he can force some composure for the greater good. That said, the way Elsa is looking at him is killing him a little bit.

He shrugs when she apologises, looking downward and knowing she could probably see it through his shades when he does. "I don't know that they think or do a lot of things honestly, Elsa." He answers curtly. "All I know is that I don't know squat." He pulls back a little from her.

Joel is, frankly, all-to-familiar with military raids. Back in the zone, back home, people who stepped too far out of line, who hung out with the wrong crowd, who broke curfew once too often or just gathered in too big a group would often find themselves dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, never to be seen or heard from again.

So when the peacekeepers descend on the Tribute Tower, it's like deja vu all over again, and Joel knows what it means. Oh, maybe not exactly - he doesn't know the crime or the specific circumstances or even whether specific people are being targeted or if it's just random. All he knows is that people are probably going to get hurt tonight, maybe even die - permanently - and he'll be damned if that happens to one of his people.

He moves fast and quiet through the tower, ducking peacekeepers wherever he sees them - his first stops are District One and District Three - Ellie and Tess, respectively, intending to find them and bring them back with him to his room. From there? Who knows. He has to find them first.

Bro is a present option in Dave's mind, but he doesn't feel like he has his shit together enough to approach him. He has no doubt in his mind that Bro could pull something helpful off, but the way everyone fusses over Dave has him feeling like a liability to the cause. Which is bullshit, because this kind of thing is what Bro trained him up for. All the sleuthing and sneaking and self-defense a boy could ever ask for when his future leads him to a vicious and violent dystpian government. Normally he's outspoken about wanting to sit this shit out, but they have Rose. Rose and Terezi. Those aren't people you trifle with when it comes to Dave.

He isn't surprised when Bro approaches him, though the fact that he's tense shows in the way he bristles. "Been picking it all night." He crinkles it up and down in return, noting that subtle little quirk like it was a goddamn red-alert alarm. "Rose is gone. Terezi is gone. We're here." He says that plainly, as if he's just stating facts, when in reality he's proposing something.

There was a part of him that wanted to invent a device that could determine who had done it, open a portal to where they were, and have a robotic arm extend to shake the person's hand. Such a thing wasn't possible (probably) but there was still part of him that got vindictive pleasure from knowing such a cruel individual would never harm anyone else again.

Of course, there was another part of him that thought it would've been better for her to eventually be brought to trial for war crimes, because justice yada yada, and was terrified for the people that had been taken. Especially Carlos.

And Sandy. Sandy's capture made him want to put a fist through a wall.

With Carlos' capture, he tried not to think about the suffering his friend was going through. He also clamped down on his worries that Carlos might reveal his secret. That wasn't the major concern at the moment. If it happened, it happened. The well-being of those who'd been imprisoned - who were possibly getting tortured - mattered most.

All of that worry and unease was not what he projected, though. While others worried and panicked about their loved ones, he sat there on the common room couch, playing a game of Kandyland Krush on his tablet. (Or so it looked like, given it was the very discreet interface to some of his hacking programs).

The sound was turned up loud rather than muted (which was no different than his usual rudeness, really) and anytime someone near him sounded panicked or was upset, he made scoffing noises just loud enough to be obnoxious, as if he was just so put upon by people panicking around him.

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"Beautiful," Bro says in reply to the first bit. "I hope you flicked 'em real good, too."

But that's enough booger talk. It's obvious that Bro stiffens a little when Dave brings up Rose and Terezi. It's one thing knowing it's happened, but hearing it out loud just makes the anger flare up all over again. But he doesn't let it show too much aside from the tenseness. "They sure are. Guess they've been a little naughty." A roll of his eyes behind his shades. Rose isn't stupid enough to do something like that, so it really goddamn pisses him off that she's getting the blame. Terezi, though? Well, she seems capable of anything.

He lets a silence fall for a moment, before he speaks again, hoping it sounds completely unrelated. "I dunno about you, but some fresh air'd be great right now." AKA, Dave. Roof. Now. Because he's heard tale of it being easier to talk up there without being overheard. "Let's see how the air is up top." He won't really give Dave a choice as he makes his way towards the elevators.

Chibi-Usa had been in the common area looking around curiously when everything started to go crazy, there was jostling, shouting, stomping and violence going on around her and all of her cries to stop or asking to be told what's happening was falling on deaf, panicked, and angry ears.

Now the initial wave of confusion is over Chibi-Usa is just standing around looking on the verge of tears, and shaking like a leaf. She hasn't wanted anyone from her world so much before in her young little life before. She doesn't know what's going on and it's only making her more scared than she already kind of was.

"Yeah well, you know. Women." He raises his hands as if in surrender before he moves to give Bro a companionable nudge because ayyy, ayyy check out that hilarious joke. Dave isn't entirely confident that either of them weren't involved, but if they're stepping into the fray he knows he needs to hurry up and follow.

"Fuck yeah. It smells like farts and cheetoh dust in here." He agrees, watching Bro's back as he walks ahead, muttering that Bro is probably the one making it smell. He keeps his head down as he walks, keeping his lazy teen posture as they step into the elevator and hoping to god they don't bump into anyone.

The broadcast had been startling enough to start with. Not that Joly's opinion of Penny had been at all positive, and frankly, he sort of wanted to buy an evening's worth of drinks for the tribute brave enough to get rid of her, but one still didn't expect to find people they sort of knew murdered in the middle of the night like that. There were going to be repercussions...

And that was when things had all gone to Hell, and he'd heard the swarming peacekeepers, particularly active on the twelfth floor, considering they'd come for three of them. He barely knew his District mates, admittedly, preferring the company of his friends, but even so, he'd passed these people on his way up or down several times by now, he sort of knew them, and he was powerless to do anything to help them now, considering the looks on the peacekeeper's faces as they'd come through, hustling people out and ordering that he stay put.

This meant he couldn't get to Courfeyrac, who had been through so much lately that this couldn't be happening, or to Maximus, who had been kind enough to put up with his terrible attempts at humor when he was still new, and, well, he found his pulse racing and his breath coming in short gasps now as he watched all of the footage that came through, seeing familiar faces on the screen as they were hustled off, and honestly, he could not think of anything to do about it yet. Not until the lockdown was resolved, at any rate.

If he could get to Enjolras and Combeferre and even Marius, they might get something of a plan between them, but now was obviously not the time to even try it. He knew that, intellectually, and that it was the right decision not to fight it, but it didn't stop him from mentally panicking all the same, and it did nothing to stop his lungs from crying out for more air than he could currently supply them with.

If only he could manage something more than waiting around until they let them go to talk with the others. Courfeyrac might never get out of this, a voice in his head supplied, and much as he willed it to shut up, he knew that that was possible, and the idea was terrible as anything had ever been.

Really, it seemed there was only one option, and that was watching everything, all of the footage, like a hawk, while doing his best to get himself back under some control. If it wasn't easy watching, he couldn't imagine what living this must be like,and so, gasping as he was, Joly still took up vigil all the same, hoping like anything that there'd been a mistake and it was going to be announced to them soon.

That could happen, couldn't it?

When Tony makes his way down to the common area, his temple is bleeding and a nice bruise is forming there. In the initial commotion when peacekeepers came stomping in and started grabbing people in his district, Tony's first instinct was to try and stop them, especially when going for Sandy and Topher. His heroic attempts had got him a baton to the head and roughly knocked down, not unconscious but hit hard enough to make getting up a very uncomfortable experience, one things for certain he's missed the report on who was taken.

Once he gets to the openness of the common area he looks around, his eyes taking in who was still around, specifically Tony was looking for Thor, Steve, Natasha, even the Bucky duo. However if he happens to run into anyone else he knows, like Dave, Anna, even Hiccup, then he won't be all all put out about this.

"I'm not enjoying the familiarity of this situation."

Sprock, that was another sprocking child. Wasn't forcing adults to kill each other over and over again bad enough for these sad excuses for sentient beings?

Lyle deliberately strolled past the girl, then turned around and walked back, and crouched down next to her. Not so close that he was invading her space of course, a strange man in black silk getting too close was probably on the "last thing she needs right now" list.

"You know, I know a princess with hair almost exactly like yours," he said conversationally. "But she doesn't style it so nicely."

Fun fact: Bruce doesn't like being woken up by armed soldiers barging in at three in the morning. It makes him very jumpy. The fact that they ended up dragging someone else out of their bed and into the unknown didn't make him any less jumpy.

He honestly has no idea what is going on. He barely knew what was going on before the soldiers marched in.

Understanding his situation is more important than futilely trying to fall back asleep, so he immediately goes down to the ground floor. A crowd is gathering--there were probably soldiers on the other floors, too--and Bruce feels the undercurrent of anxiety that has been plaguing him since waking up on that cot begin to rise. He presses his back against the wall and keeps the exits in sight, clasping his hands and running his thumb over his knuckles in an attempt to calm himself down.

...Until he hears a very familiar voice.

Bruce usually stays quiet in crowds, but he instinctively swings his head around, furrowing his brow. "Tony?"

When Anna had first seen the broadcast, much of it had confused her. After all, she's still relatively new to all this, and sometimes it's hard to tell what's scripted by the Capitol and what's real. But when they'd actually taken people into custody--including her friend Rose, and the girl who she's pretty sure is Dave's ex-girlfriend, she'd been compelled to go out in search of a familiar face. It's scary, not knowing what's going on.

She appears at Tony's shoulder, eyes wide and a little fearful. "Does this...happen often?"

As terrible as it sounds...Azula is pretty pleased.

She never knew Penny well enough to care one way or another about her. And with the way things have been going lately the Mentor of District 5 is not about to cry over spilled blood from someone she barely knew.

But most importantly...no one from her district was arrested! It was more then she could have hoped for given some of her tributes.

She realized of course they would not be as pleased. Some of them were rather fond of some of the people mentioned in the report and so she wore a stern and businesslike face as she sat in the common area early the next morning sipping her coffee and scanning her data pad in one hand while glancing up at a nearby TV every few seconds.

She would be keeping an eye out for her tributes and anyone else looking in need of an ear to talk to.

Harley had ranted and raved for hours after the arrests, so much so her throat was sore as she stormed about the tribute center in a clearly foul temper.

"What's the big idea leaving me to hold the bags on this one!" She could be heard to shout to no one in particular. The Avox's flinched away when she drew near knowing how she would be more then happy to yell her frustrations at anyone, even them.

"Both my fellow mentors? AND Susie? And look at those other names! I mean seriously who thinks that Hiccup kid could murder anything? He gave up in the last arena! And the only thing Carlos has ever killed was a perfectly good romantic relationship!"

Fuming she flopped herself down in the common area with some tea and began pouring honey into it in an attempt to save her throat. The normally chipper mentor had to drink about half of it before she could relax.

Doing her hair up in a bun and fixing glasses to her face she tried to find the calm and peaceful place where Dr. Harleen Quinzel could be found.

Bruce had been only recently taken. He got the brief explanation the Peacekeepers provided and what he could glean from reading the books he was provided when they put him into his new gilded cage. The first thing he had done was put his communicator in his bedside table and leave it there. He was sure it was tracked and probably had all manner of sensors and monitoring equipment inside, and he wasn't going to tamper with it until he had some idea of who was keeping him there.

He fell into a fitful sleep eventually. And was woken up by soldiers.

Newsflash: people who have been on the run from the military for a decade don't like being woken up by soldiers.

He was well and truly keyed-up by now and spent some time in D3, looking at the marks left behind, but eventually his anxiety and curiosity were too much and he went downstairs to see if anyone had any idea what was going on.

But Bruce didn't do well in crowds. He stayed with his back against the wall, keeping all exits visible, and nervously fidgeted with his hands as he examined all the people milling around in the confusion, trying to pick someone either familiar or alone out in the crowd to ask his questions to.

Edited 2014-08-03 07:24 (UTC)

Orc...surprisingly was one of the few people sad to see Penny go.

Glumly he could be found at the bar, drinking himself into a fine oblivion. It had been so long since his last proper bender he had to start slower but after about an hour he was in his favorite booth gazing blearily up at the screen.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" He roared startling everyone in the area with his booming voice before he raised a fist looking ready to bring it down on his table full of empty glasses.

He wavered and slowly lowered his fist laying it harmlessly on the table. There was a moment as all the staff let out the breath they had been holding and some brave soul scurried over to pour him another drink.

If you got close enough you could see tears streaking down his craggy features.

Despite all the noise going on around him Tony can't help but hear his name in a voice he's more than a little familiar with right now. And he isn't sure if the feeling in his stomach is of relief or dread that he hears it.

Turning he scans the area and sees Bruce looking so very nervous and jumpy right now. Any worry he might have about Bruce being here he actually manages to hide with the craziness of the whole situation. He makes his way over to at least try and help Bruce's nerves.

Also because he doesn't want to talk louder than he has to.

"Yeah, I know. I've got to stop having parties that causes the fuzz to arrive." He smirks with his attempts to break the tension.

Tony looks at her with a frown before looking out over all the chaos again.

"Well. Usually there's aliens or a madman in a suit with rockets on it. But the chaos is pretty on the mark."

He's so very casual with saying that, scary snowmen might be something that has Anna all 'hey whatevs' but Tony's scary things don't melt in a heatwave, it's never that easy for him.

Tony looks back down at her.

"You okay?"

He says still oblivious to his own head wound.

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