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thecapitol2015-07-24 03:02 pm
vox_tacenda) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-24 03:02 pm
[to be quiet like I should]
Who | Atlas Fairweather and the Initiate; Atlas Fairweather and YOU
What | Come and socialize with your friendly neighborhood Avox wrangler!
Where | Around the Training Center; in the Avox quarters.
When | Following the changes in Tributes' finances, but flexible otherwise! Just, between Arenas. In the Capitol. Around. u know.
Warnings | There will be a lot of talk about Avoxes, and there might be mention of the conditioning process, meaning torture, brainwashing, slavery, etc. There will be no abuse of any kind in this log, but Atlas will not speak to or about them as though they're human beings. Just a heads-up, if that's something you'd prefer to avoid!
I. Ground floor common area
Atlas works in the Training Center. He's got a sparsely-furnished set of quarters not far from the Avoxes down below, even, so he can keep closer guard over his charges in case of some emergency. You'd think he'd get sick of spending time between the wall of the Tower, that he'd take his free hours in the day to walk the city, to change up the scenery - but he doesn't.
Not today, anyway. He's come up here on break, where all the walls are banks of glass and the afternoon sunlight streams in. It's nice after a morning down in the Avox quarters to remember that sun shines on the rest of the Capitol, and people go out of their way to be too loud, to draw attention to themselves. Atlas lounges on a chic green couch not far from the bar, his stiff left leg propped up on a provided footrest and a half-empty beer in one hand. He's out of uniform and everything. An Avox handler in repose.
It's a good vantage point: He can see everyone who comes in or goes out through the front doors. He's become a good observer in his years working with Avoxes. He remembers faces well; he recognizes near every Tribute who walks by, can call their District affiliation to mind just by looking.
Any Tribute who passes too close (or anyone, really, whom he's seen on a screen recently) will hear a friendly, booming "Hey!" from him, and get a wide one-armed beckoning motion if they turn to look - Here. Sit down right here. Maybe you know him by sight - have seen him in his Peacekeeper's uniform, walking the halls with an Avox or two following docilely behind him. Maybe you recognize his face, but can't place it. Maybe you have no idea who he is, beyond some Capitolite. Either way: It's clearly you he's talking to.
II. Suites - all Districts
Among the more important of Atlas' duties is making sure, in all circumstances, that Avoxes act like Avoxes. He's well known in his own employment circles for his ability to tell the moment when conditioning begins to slip. When an Avox has forgotten its place. When they are no longer afraid enough.
He's here in your District Suites to make sure their duties are all being done according to the Traning Center's standard, as laid out in the Properties Manager's Handbook he carries in tablet form in one hand. He's here to ensure that there are no marks left by shoddy cleaning, no linens left unchanged, no food left out to attract flies, no signs that any Avox has been anywhere it's forbidden to them to be. He makes a round of every suite, slowed by a desire for precision as much as by his limp, knocking politely on Tribute's doors before he leans into their rooms to make his quick inspection, marking his tablet with an air of satisfaction at the end of every round.
He approaches the Avoxes as well, while they move about the room doing their mandated tasks. He follows them closely, watching them for illicit reactions; leans down to catch their eyes and nods with approval when their glances skitter away from his face; tugs lightly at their arms to see whether they pull away (the test is passed if they don't). None of it is painful, but there's a casual indifference in his movements. Like he's running a program to check for error. Like he's giving a table a shake to make sure none of the legs wobble.
...Though if you catch him making an inspection in an unoccupied Suite, you might come in to find him standing in the middle of the room, turning in a slow circle and looking around him at the luxury laid out for the District residents. Keep silent a second, and you might even hear a low, envious whistle.
What | Come and socialize with your friendly neighborhood Avox wrangler!
Where | Around the Training Center; in the Avox quarters.
When | Following the changes in Tributes' finances, but flexible otherwise! Just, between Arenas. In the Capitol. Around. u know.
Warnings | There will be a lot of talk about Avoxes, and there might be mention of the conditioning process, meaning torture, brainwashing, slavery, etc. There will be no abuse of any kind in this log, but Atlas will not speak to or about them as though they're human beings. Just a heads-up, if that's something you'd prefer to avoid!
I. Ground floor common area
Atlas works in the Training Center. He's got a sparsely-furnished set of quarters not far from the Avoxes down below, even, so he can keep closer guard over his charges in case of some emergency. You'd think he'd get sick of spending time between the wall of the Tower, that he'd take his free hours in the day to walk the city, to change up the scenery - but he doesn't.
Not today, anyway. He's come up here on break, where all the walls are banks of glass and the afternoon sunlight streams in. It's nice after a morning down in the Avox quarters to remember that sun shines on the rest of the Capitol, and people go out of their way to be too loud, to draw attention to themselves. Atlas lounges on a chic green couch not far from the bar, his stiff left leg propped up on a provided footrest and a half-empty beer in one hand. He's out of uniform and everything. An Avox handler in repose.
It's a good vantage point: He can see everyone who comes in or goes out through the front doors. He's become a good observer in his years working with Avoxes. He remembers faces well; he recognizes near every Tribute who walks by, can call their District affiliation to mind just by looking.
Any Tribute who passes too close (or anyone, really, whom he's seen on a screen recently) will hear a friendly, booming "Hey!" from him, and get a wide one-armed beckoning motion if they turn to look - Here. Sit down right here. Maybe you know him by sight - have seen him in his Peacekeeper's uniform, walking the halls with an Avox or two following docilely behind him. Maybe you recognize his face, but can't place it. Maybe you have no idea who he is, beyond some Capitolite. Either way: It's clearly you he's talking to.
II. Suites - all Districts
Among the more important of Atlas' duties is making sure, in all circumstances, that Avoxes act like Avoxes. He's well known in his own employment circles for his ability to tell the moment when conditioning begins to slip. When an Avox has forgotten its place. When they are no longer afraid enough.
He's here in your District Suites to make sure their duties are all being done according to the Traning Center's standard, as laid out in the Properties Manager's Handbook he carries in tablet form in one hand. He's here to ensure that there are no marks left by shoddy cleaning, no linens left unchanged, no food left out to attract flies, no signs that any Avox has been anywhere it's forbidden to them to be. He makes a round of every suite, slowed by a desire for precision as much as by his limp, knocking politely on Tribute's doors before he leans into their rooms to make his quick inspection, marking his tablet with an air of satisfaction at the end of every round.
He approaches the Avoxes as well, while they move about the room doing their mandated tasks. He follows them closely, watching them for illicit reactions; leans down to catch their eyes and nods with approval when their glances skitter away from his face; tugs lightly at their arms to see whether they pull away (the test is passed if they don't). None of it is painful, but there's a casual indifference in his movements. Like he's running a program to check for error. Like he's giving a table a shake to make sure none of the legs wobble.
...Though if you catch him making an inspection in an unoccupied Suite, you might come in to find him standing in the middle of the room, turning in a slow circle and looking around him at the luxury laid out for the District residents. Keep silent a second, and you might even hear a low, envious whistle.
I
"Atlas!"
She's immediately smiling and walking right towards him, positively beaming. Oh, thank goodness that someone she knows from the Districts is here.
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"Come here! Let me look at you without a camera in the way." He shakes his head at what he sees, pleased and approving; there's something in him that still sees her as the kid he pulled out of her scraps, and the Tribute he cheered for. "Long way out of District Ten, huh?"
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Peggy is normally a hands-off person, but Atlas is a special case. He looked out for her and was one of the few peacekeepers who cared enough to call out his comrades when they pushed things too far and pull her out of fights only when it really got out of hand. So instead of her usual winning smile, she goes in for a hug.
"It's been so long! I didn't know you were coming to the Tribute Tower."
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"You never know where you'll end up, doing this!" he says, as he lets her go and returns to his seat-- the better to stretch his leg out again. "I'm reassigned as much as I was in the Peacekeepers, I swear." Not that he sounds unhappy about it. "But I'll be here for the time being, it looks like - they've got me managing all the Tower Avoxes, and that's a full-time job."
He lifts his beer in her direction-- "--Though I'm on break presently! So why don't you sit down, Peg? They can't be working you harder than me, right?"
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When he lets her go and offers a seat, she immediately sits down, her mouth instinctively coming up to cover the wide, natural grin stretching over her face. It's a habit she had picked up in her early teenage years in the Districts, which had only been strengthened by the Capitol. Her real smiles tend to go behind a hand, while the stage smiles are allowed to burn bright and free.
"I'm only as busy as the Tributes keep me. Wait until they hear whispers of the next arena coming soon: they'll be knocking at my door at all hours. So you're now in charge of all our Avoxes?"
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His smiles are all public. He can see Peggy's in her eyes, anyway, and recognizes it for what it is.
"All of them," he says, with a deep nod. The emphasis says And that's a hell of a lot of them. "Organizing. Scheduling. Maintenance. Playing dress-up, sometimes." He rolls his eyes without real ire-- Capitolites! "They got a lot more people to pick up after than they used to." This with a raise of his eyebrows at her-- she'd know, wouldn't she?
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"Well, they certainly like to keep you busy."
She exchanges that meaningful look with him. For people who're used to Mentoring only two people at most, the Mentors have been swamped. It feels like the Capitol is trying to keep the entire staff busy.
"I apologize in advance for all you'll have to put up with. There are far too many offworlders who like to break things." Not to mention the people who like to beat up avoxes, but that's mostly Capitolites. And by Capitolites, she means Jason.