thecapitol | Lonestar, Where Are You Out Tonight?

Who| ~~Lyle~~ A mysterious unknown person and YOU!
What| Now taking tech requests for Lonestar. Please line up in an orderly fashion (and if you could not kill people, that would be great).
Where| All over the Capitol
When| During the blackout
Warnings| TBA

When Lyle and Brainy's rest had been disturbed by Eva Salazar's announcement and the subsequent black-out, they'd had to scramble a little bit – Brainy to whip together something to disguise Lyle’s voice, and Lyle to steal some clothes that would disguise his face and body well enough that it would be unlikely that anyone who saw him would be able to link him to himself once the chaos had ended and the witnesses were rounded up. Fortunately, he still had a few spy tricks up his sleeve to disguise his gait and alter the way he carried himself; hopefully that and the baggy clothes, face-concealing mask, and Brainy's spit-and-string voice changer would be enough to keep him and everyone else safe.

He had a lot of ground to cover while the black-out lasted, and a lot of sentients to talk to. Lonestar work – Brainy wanted to build as much as he could during the black-out, and it was Lyle's job to find out what people wanted and either get it to them or let them know where they'd be able to find it after the black-out was over. And he needed to make sure that they kept the killing to a minimum: even aside from the Legion's general distaste for murder, there was no way that the Tributes could kill enough people in the Capitol to do anything but piss off the government, no matter how much practice they'd had in the Arenas.

Lyle peered around the corner, trying not to chew too much on his green full-face mask. He'd never been very good at masks – headband aside, he didn’t really like stuff on his face. But if he had to cover every bit of skin to make it that much harder to identify him, he'd tough it out.

Jacques, if Cosmic Boy is there with you, show him how to watch my ass for me, he thought, and dashed out into the wild night.

Lonestar's Tech Delivery, reporting for duty!

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There was a clearly wounded woman hobbling through the street. Her white dress was stained red. Her eyes seemed unfocused, and her gait wobbled, like she wasn't entirely sure where she was.

And she was familiar. The doctor.

Lyle grimaced under his mask. He'd already had his "check-up" with Dr. Florbelle, and he was not a fan. On the dominant hand, she was clearly injured and in no state to defend herself further, and he wasn't not a fan enough to leave her to the mercy of tonight's streets.

He checked his mask and his voice modulator to make sure that they were both in place, and darted out into the street.

"Doctor," he called to her as he approached, choosing for once in his post-pubescent life to not sneak up on someone, "it is not safe here. Especially with you already wounded. Please allow me to escort you to cover."

Darcy's done some research about this place she's found herself in. The turmoil, the fact that this government shouldn't really be able to function but somehow still did, the supposed reasons why they had brought them to this place against their will. It's not enough to be an expert on the situation at hand, but enough to know that it means something when the lights (and everything else, it seems) go out.

This means it's a perfect opportunity for her to explore. If any of the Peacekeepers ask, she can just say that she got lost in the building because she's new. It's a simple enough explanation.

With the power being off, the only way down is the stairs, which she's taking carefully in the pitch dark so as not to fall and break her neck.

Lyle's almost silent as he descends the stairs -- he's been a spy for probably a decade now, he knows how to move quietly. He's also pretty good at moving in the dark, which is why he spots the sentient ahead of him on the stairs before he collides with her. He quickly adjusts his gait and land more heavily on the rest of the stairs before he catches up to her.

"You need directions or a hand?" he asks, the modulator turning his question flat and static-y, and just a little more deep than he expects.

Darcy would be lying if she were to say that the sudden sound of footsteps didn't scare her just a bit. She doesn't know who it is. If it's someone friendly or not. And the sound of his-- she's pretty sure they're a him --voice freaks her out a little bit.

"A little bit of both. I think? I mean, I know I'm generally going down and then I'm going to go...I don't know, looting or sightseeing or something?"

Steve was trying to find the building most likely to hold their things. Items that belonged to the Tributes, that the Capitol has kept from them. For two in particular.

In his search he keeps getting distracted, finding people that need help, citizens that have been attacked and injured. Although his cause is vital to him, he can't ignore people in need.

So, when Lyle stumbles across him, he's found helping a Capitol woman out of the road and to a bench, checking her wounds, and offering words of comfort and advice to find shelter as soon as she feels able. Then, he's up and stepping away from her, continuing his search.

Part of Lyle wanted nothing more than to take Steve down from behind and punch him -- the only reason he was functioning well enough to continue this Capitol charade was the hope that Cosmic Boy wasn't permanently dead and that they'd be able to restore him after they overthrew the Capitol. But sprock is it hard not to be angry right now, and it takes longer than Lyle would like to smooth the signs of aggression from his shoulders and knees.

"Glad to see I'm not the only one playing nice with both sides tonight," he said, thankful that any anger he hasn't managed to push through would be hidden by the modulator he was wearing. "I'm taking tech orders for Lonestar. You got anything on your wishlist?"

There's a short moment where Steve just studies the man - er, well, he's assuming it's a man, but it's really hard to tell - in front of him, trying to assess why he should trust him to be what he claims. Or anything identifying really, because like hell Steve trusts most of the people around here.

"Most of the people in the Capitol are innocent of the crimes their government commits, they don't deserve to be attacked because Tributes and the sympathetic are angry," and there is not a single hesitation in what he says, his conviction is palpable.

"Am I supposed to take you on your word alone that you're here on Lonestar's behalf?" He has to be cautious.

Lonestar, Where Are You Out Tonight?

Wow super late tag but I've figured out what she's giving to Lyle

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Stupidly late

Re: Stupidly late

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