[OPEN] You don't want to be around when it all goes down

[futilecycle]

WHO | Sigma and Eponine, Sigma and Wyatt; Sigma Klim and YOU!
WHAT | Reactions, emotional and political, to Eva's blackout.
WHERE | All around the Tribute Tower, inside and outside.
WHEN | Immediately after Eva's final announcement.
WARNINGS/NOTES | Absolutely looking for people on both ends of the spectrum to tag in! Suspicious Pro-Capitol people, suspicious pro-Rebellion people, I'm game for everything.


When the last of the lights blinked out, Sigma's was left staring witlessly into a black room.

He stood stiffly, a hand hovering over his lips, expression frozen. Instinctively Sigma denied what he had just seen. His nerves had been on edge since his death in the Arena- his treatment had certainly not helped with the matter- and it took him some time to summon the strength to accept that the woman who had comforted him when he had needed it most, the woman who had been a mother to a child he considered his own, his one true friend and ally, was gone. It takes a long while, digging his nails into his arms and hunched over in a chair, before the prickling of tears in his eye leaves him. In the darkness his gaze searches for the bedside table on which he kept his mementos: soon there would be one more memorial among them. One of a woman far braver than he had ever been, he who greedily clung to his miserable life.

Sigma took a deep breath. He could not do nothing as Eva was sent to her grave. It was time to make an impression on both sides - preferably leaving his support for the Capitol for when the lights came back on.

He quickly disassembled the expensive frame he had placed by his bed, folding the photograph inside into neat quarters. He needed to find Eponine. He needed to find Wyatt. Either one of them was suspect to leave the tower immediately- one for the sake of apologizing for her mother, the other to make her sacrifice count- and Sigma would have to work quickly to locate them both before it was too late. If he failed now, there would be no second chances, no reprieve from the Capitol's cameras.

As soon as he had gathered the nerve, Sigma was out his door like a shot, the photo of his own son tucked neatly into his breast pocket.

Comments

[iflipmyhair]

No light. No electricity. No power, whatsoever, for three hours.

Homura didn't intend to waste the moments, and indeed, even before the broadcast had ended, she had casually started making her way towards the stairs, hopping over the rails and landing a flight down with each leap. She knew what she wanted, and had somewhat of an idea of where to get it.

And, ideally, she would be back before anyone suspected that she'd done much of anything wrong. The night would be her cloak, as would the noise of what was likely to come from within the Capitol itself.

However, she nearly jumped right onto someone as she cascaded to the second floor. With a grunt, she managed to change her direction before jumping, landing on the stair above the newfound figure.

"My apologies." She quickly flipped her hair, keeping her voice casual, in case it was a Peacekeeper. "I was just getting exercise."

[gardienne]

Eponine was in the Common room. She had been sat in there before Eva's broadcast, unable to sleep. Or no. No, Eponine was unwilling to sleep in her bedroom. There were too many memories of happy times. There were too many ghosts of lost loves to haunt her dreams in that room. And now there was to be one more.

Eponine had sunk to the floor, mouth open in disbelief as she watched Eva's broadcast. And, as it ended, as it had sunk in, as Eponine realised that Eva was as good as dead, she opened her mouth and she screamed. She screamed a scream of pain and grief and loss and betrayal. She didn't even hear Sigma. She didn't notice him. Though her voice had ran out, her mouth was still wide in a silent scream, and she looked, wild eyed, at her blank communicator, as if telepathically sending Eva frantic messages to stop and repent and stay with Eponine forever.

[the_marshal]

Sigma didn't have to look far. After the broadcast had ended, after the lights had gone out, after he'd peered through the windows in the common room - looking out at the dark city as if in a daze, Wyatt had torn back to his room.

He was in there when the man came looking, feeling through a small pack, checking the contents by touch. Running through a mental list.

Either way, he knew, there wouldn't be any coming back, so he had to be sure, now.

At the sound of footsteps in the hall, unnaturally loud in the strange quiet (funny, how he'd stopped noticing how loud everything was until it was gone again) of the Tower, he whipped around.

Expression making it clear that there was only one way anyone was going to stop him.