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thecapitol2015-03-07 10:48 am
lex_paciferat) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-07 10:48 am
Open!
Who| Quintus and your character
What| Come bother him at work or on his off hours!
Where| In and around the Training Center
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| If you'd like to come up with another scenario besides the two below, feel free!
1. Now that some of the Tributes are coming back, Quintus finds his work picking up again. Since he started, there's always been cameras to service, employees to train, the occasional rip-roaring fight to stop, but now there's the added bonus of the media returning to breathe down his neck, wanting to know as much as possible about those living at the Center.
Today he's carting a ladder around the South Wing, waving a frequency scanner seemingly at nothing as he argues with seemingly no one, an inconspicuous earbud phone slipped into his right ear.
"We--oh, you realize that could've been anyone. Do you know how many hacking attempts we detect daily? My employees....No, no. I wouldn't. I wouldn't consider that entertainment. Out in the Arena, sure. I don't want to watch some Mentor having panic attacks here or some Tribute drunk off their ass. You think the Districts want us walking away with that image of them? Look, I'm just...no, I don't care. I don't want an incident."
He moves the scanner over part of the paneling, then reaches up, plucking a tiny camera off of the wall and slipping it into his pocket.
2. Near the end of the week, he heads out to one of the local bars not far from the center. Ordinarily he'll have the company of one or two colleagues, but tonight he's alone, sitting at the counter with a snifter of brandy. He's changed out of his uniform into something less eyecatching, though his pistol holster is still clipped to his belt.
Unlike most patrons here, he's rather deliberately not paying attention to the bloodshed being broadcast on TV, instead busying himself with browsing news articles on a tablet.
What| Come bother him at work or on his off hours!
Where| In and around the Training Center
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| If you'd like to come up with another scenario besides the two below, feel free!
1. Now that some of the Tributes are coming back, Quintus finds his work picking up again. Since he started, there's always been cameras to service, employees to train, the occasional rip-roaring fight to stop, but now there's the added bonus of the media returning to breathe down his neck, wanting to know as much as possible about those living at the Center.
Today he's carting a ladder around the South Wing, waving a frequency scanner seemingly at nothing as he argues with seemingly no one, an inconspicuous earbud phone slipped into his right ear.
"We--oh, you realize that could've been anyone. Do you know how many hacking attempts we detect daily? My employees....No, no. I wouldn't. I wouldn't consider that entertainment. Out in the Arena, sure. I don't want to watch some Mentor having panic attacks here or some Tribute drunk off their ass. You think the Districts want us walking away with that image of them? Look, I'm just...no, I don't care. I don't want an incident."
He moves the scanner over part of the paneling, then reaches up, plucking a tiny camera off of the wall and slipping it into his pocket.
2. Near the end of the week, he heads out to one of the local bars not far from the center. Ordinarily he'll have the company of one or two colleagues, but tonight he's alone, sitting at the counter with a snifter of brandy. He's changed out of his uniform into something less eyecatching, though his pistol holster is still clipped to his belt.
Unlike most patrons here, he's rather deliberately not paying attention to the bloodshed being broadcast on TV, instead busying himself with browsing news articles on a tablet.
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