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Who| Jack and YOU!
What| Jack adjusts to life in the Capitol.
Where| District 10 suite and the training center
When| Today
Warnings/Notes| He's an evil technological genius from a children's television show, what could possibly go wrong?

As soon as Jack was alone, he was fiddling with the watch-like communications device they left him, figuring it out and trying to see if he could hack the system. A project for later, maybe. Right now, he had to find his way around and see if any of the Monks or other Heylin were here. First stop was the bathroom, because that was an essential. It was doable, pretty fancy, he would make do.

He checked out the other rooms in the suite, even peeking into other bedrooms to see if anyone was there.

After thoroughly checking out his new Suite, he took the elevator down to the floor that gave the Training Center it's name. He checked out the assortment of weapons, passed the climbing equipment-- he could climb just fine, thanks. He'd gotten really good at it what with all the climbing-centric showdowns.

What attracted him was the giant screens with information running across them. It looked like... information on poisonous and edible plants? Never mind, boring. Perhaps some other mode was available? He operated the touch screen, checking out the different training modes.

Boring, boring, boring, boring! "Booooo-ring! Ugh!" He kicked the machine, scowling.

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And in one of the bedrooms, he'd see...a zombie sketching on a note pad. Seeeing someone peeking into his bedroom, Kieren jumped a little, startled.

"What are you--" And then he noticed it was just a kid. Okay, well, a teenager, but still, not exactly a threatening figure. "Uh...hello?"

Kieren startling made him startle, especially when he noticed how-- dead the man looked. "What's with your face?" He yelped, rather than answering the question.

"I'm partially deceased," he answered. "The stylist has been insisting I wear cover-up to make me look a bit less dead, but I didn't see any point in wearing it when I was just going to stay shut up in here all day."

Not that they didn't put it on him, he just took it off. A small act of defiance. One he would have never done if it wasn't for Simon teaching him to accept what he was. Before, he'd have put it on himself, and been diligent about ensuring no one ever saw him like this. Not even himself in his own reflection.

Joly had been looking at the plants himself, trying to learn more about those he didn't know here, since Katniss HAD mentioned those could be quite a bit of help. As someone came up though, and appeared to scroll through the modes, he DID end up a bit distracted by the proclamations of 'boring', and that kick did make him want to roll his eyes a bit. Instead, he glanced at the newcomer.

"These ARE a bit basic, for them, I suppose. The First Aid stations have a bit better of a simulation if you'd like to see a demonstration?"

Jack shrugged; just about anything had to be more interesting than plants. "Sure, why not? I guess that'd be useful stuff to know." Hopefully there wouldn't be a lot of blood involved; he was kind of squeamish.

Joly knew the feeling. Blood was one thing when he absolutely HAD to work with it, but it wasn't his favorite part of being a doctor, that was for sure. Instead, he led the way to a station close by, where a simulated form lay prone.

"You see, we can set this for simulating, oh, any kind of injury." He demonstated the controls, setting this one for a concussion. "This way, we work through whatever is harming our patient and we can avoid the mess of using or finding a real person to practice on. It...has been quite a help."

Edited 2015-03-19 23:39 (UTC)

"Dude, it's not a vending machine. Nothing's gonna happen if you kick it." Nitou wasn't too worried on what could and couldn't be eaten if only because he already had wilderness survival skills, but he couldn't help but notice that little rant as he was walking by to go check out some weapons.

"It makes me feel better. Besides, I'm evil, kicking things that can't help it is part of the whole thing." Like, duh. Didn't this guy know evil when he saw it? Jack worked very hard to cultivate a villainous appearance.

"Evil?" Nitou seems more amused by that declaration of evilness than actually worried. He actually laughs. "Seriously, dude, evilly going around kicking machines? I'm shaking in my boots."