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[youbarium]

Who| Carlos and anyone
What| He's been a sad scientist lately, and a reclusive scientist, and an obsessive scientist. He is a scientist who is bad at remembering that he has friends, and he can do things with friends, and that the world does not revolve around memorizing a blueprint.
Where| The coffee place on the ground floor of the Tribute Center.
When| Late this week/possibly this weekend, any time you feel like finding him
Warnings/Notes| None so far.

I almost have it. I almost have it. Just a few more days, and I'll be able to recreate the blueprint completely accurately.

Carlos can't make an actual recording of his progress, since the Capitol would both confiscate his recording device and record him making the recording itself, but that doesn't mean he can't pretend to take voice notes in his head.

Steve, Tony, and Bruce have been a huge help. Steve especially. Between the three of us, I'm sure we can reverse-engineer this machine.

He sits at a small table, hair artistically mussed and one shoe half-untied, and sips a cup of coffee. The steam makes his glasses fog up, but he only seems to notice so much. That is, he is repeating a cycle of actions: he takes a sip, his glasses fog up. He wipes the lenses with the sleeve of his lab coat, and sips again. He does not seem to get agitated, nor does he seem to realize that he could avoid this by removing his glasses. He just repeats the motions again and again, too lost in thought to take any further action.

I'll be ready when I go to District 13. If I go to District 13.

Comments

[seestheman]

"I...honestly don't know," she says with a shrug. Which...she should know this. It's her job to know these things. "You've been here longer and I don't know if Wyatt ever..." Clara stops, shaking her head and moving along. "Let me rephrase that, are there any specific things you want me to beg sponsors to send you?" She laughs slightly, trying to remember to keep things light so no one who's watching might suspect they're plotting anything. "Other than a lab coat."

[youbarium]

"Well, aside from the lab coat," Carlos says, taking her joke completely seriously, "I can always use basic scientific equipment. You know, Erlenmeyer flasks, pipettes, screwdrivers, lightbulbs that no longer work, space heaters, live spiders -- that kind of thing."

[seestheman]

It's not the typical list of wanted supplies, but then again, this is Carlos. As much as she'd love to ask about some of the things on his list, she can't help but worry about a specific one. "I'm not sure how much good a space heater would do you without an outlet to plug it into. Unless you have something else planned to get power for it."

She isn't even going to touch the request for live spiders.

[youbarium]

"Oh, no, I wouldn't use it for heat," Carlos replies with a half-laugh, as if what she just said weren't a problem at all. "I'd have much more scientific plans for it."

After Cecil's death, with himself working so hard on this project, Carlos has cared a little bit less about coming off as normal.

[seestheman]

Clara's tempted to remind him to be a little more subtle or else he might draw more of the Capitol's ire down on him and District 10. Of course, by saying anything would implicate both of them in the Capitol's eyes and that would be just as bad. "I'm not sure dismantling a space heater would do you much good," she quips, "Unless you planned on using the power cord to strangle someone."