[OPEN] Curfew Mingling Log

[etcircenses]

Who| All residents of the Tribute Center
What| The curfew is now in effect.
Where| Each floor of the Tribute Center.
When| 11pm-7am
Warnings/Notes| Each floor will get a log to mingle. Locate yours below and have at it!

Over the past couple of days, tributes may have noticed increased activity and discussion between Peacekeepers and that Escorts may have appeared to be on edge. Any attempts by tributes to discover what is happening are quickly shut down, but in the end they don't have long to wait for an answer.

As of today, Tributes will be told via Peacekeeper, Escort, or one of the notices now hung up around the Tribute Centre, the following order:

Mandatory Tribute Curfew

11pm - 7am

For the safety of citizens and Tributes a curfew is now in effect for all tributes. Between the hours listed above, all Tributes must report to and remain within their designated district suites. Any Tributes who fail to return to or are discovered outside their assigned floor between these hours will face disciplinary action.


You didn't think it had escaped the Capitol's notice how many of your little acts of rebellion occurred after dark, did you?

The time is now 11pm.  Do you know where your District mates are?  Time to check in and mingle with the people you live with.  Have fun, everyone!

Comments

[unconchonable]

When Wesker looks in on Eridan for his headcount, he's greeted with a scathing glare. This while curfew thing is absolutely stupid to the troll, especially when he's nocturnal to begin with. He almost felt like it was almost a direct punishment to him, more so than it was to the other tributes.

Not that he had any reasons to be punished. Murdering another tribute and attacking a Capitol medical professional was hardly anything to be punished over. At least, as far as he was concerned, anyway.

"Hey--" he started, still scowling at the human adult about to leave, "do you know if these Capitol douchebags really think this is gonna stop anythin'? Or help anythin', I should say. 'Cos all they're doin' is rilin' those who ain't needin' to be riled."

Maybe he'd have let him go without a word, but Eridan wasn't one to give up a right opportunity to complain when he reared its auspicious head.

[president_evil]

Wesker turned back, ruby flashing behind the inky black of his sunglasses (human, indeed), nose flaring on a long-suffering exhale.

"I'm sure they must think so," he replied, broad shoulders framed in the doorway, the light from the hall casting his shadow long into Eridan's room. "Our time may mean nothing to them, but I doubt they would be so callus with their own."

[unconchonable]

The ruby eyes catches his attention, but seeing as he has no idea what normal eye colors are for trolls, it doesn't particularly strike him. He's no reason to believe anything is amiss with Wesker, even if Wesker is highly genetically altered due to science indeed going too far.

"Of course they wouldn't be too callus with their own. We ain't their kind, we're prisoners. For all they try to make it seem otherwise, it's clear as moonlight what we are to them." He lets out an aggravated sigh, his arms folding in front of him.

"So, what side are you on in this whole thing? You seem to be playin' by their rules. Is it outta a' need to appease them for now, for the sake of surwiwal, or are you with these fools?"

[president_evil]

"There are no sides," Wesker told him simply, pale face smooth and unreadable. "What you may see as complacency, I see as an opportunity to have my voice recognized. To be an influence on whatever change the future may hold."

His fingers flexed at his sides and his hands lifted, disappearing to fold neatly behind him.

"I watched my world burn. I am well how nonsustaining ash and rubble are."

[unconchonable]

"Ah one a them sorts, huh? But I don't blame you none, you're a whole hell of a lot smarter than most of the pan-stunted idiots inhabitin' this place." More or less, Wesker is going the route Eridan wants to.

Eridan's eyes trail to the flexing fingers, but once out of view, he goes back to eying the adult.

"Yeah me too: meteoric apocalypse. I wouldn't recommend it. Ain't too fun seein' shit go to fire an' ash and not hawin' shit to do about it. So I guess, in a lot a ways, this place's got its means a hope for some of us."

[president_evil]

Wesker's head canted, surprise twitching one eyebrow.

"A refreshing sentiment," he replied, the pale arch settling back above his glasses. "You'd be surprised how difficult a concept it is for many here to grasp."