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thecapitol2016-03-26 11:02 pm
metalicarus) wrote in thecapitol2016-03-26 11:02 pm
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[Open] There's Still a Fire Inside
Who| Jet open, Albert and open and one closed prompt for Jet and Albert
What| Stirring rebellion
Where| All over the Capitol, especially blind and/or deaf spots
When| After Snow's post
Warnings/Notes| Whispers of rebellion. Due to the nature of the log, threads might be short as the intention is to rebuild the rebel network in the Capitol itself and start planning for some kind of action. Threads can be continued or built on in the upcoming breakout or plotted for after!
Jet and Open (Out in the Capitol)
There were people he already knew about, like Leo, who he could go to and pull aside. He went to them first. He hadn't even talked to most of them, but they'd shown their leanings in the past and that was all he needed to find them in a crowd.
He didn't leave a paper trail, a note could be found and followed by more than the intended recipient. He went by word of mouth. A moment on the street led to an invitation to a select spot, sometimes a place in the park, sometimes a noisy bar, sometimes right under the goddamn government's nose out in the open, but in a place that was too easy to pass over. It was ridiculously easy, all things considered, why would anyone suspect him? He was supposed to be half-mad and working for the Capitol anyway. Not only that, bars and smokey dives were his territory, it was easy to seem at peace in one. The only thing he had to keep in mind was his reputation: he was a loner, meeting with more than one person at a time wasn't an option.
That was fine, he'd find them one at a time and each conversation started the same. "Thanks for coming. Wanted to ask you something, but I got to share something first. Once upon a time, there was an asshole running the government of a powerful nation. He fucked everyone over who was under him and finally one of his 'victims' said no more. This story applies, more or less, to a couple different people from my world, but I got to know: does it sound familiar to you, too?" A story, innocuous and simple and easy to brush off if the answer was no. He doubted that was the answer, though.
Albert and Open (The Detainment center)
While Jet courts the adage of sowing seeds, Albert prefers to make hay while the sun shines. Or rather, while most in the Capitol with sympathetic leanings are too angry to let their fear override it.
He's been a boy scout on the outside thus far, perhaps to the detriment of his reputation among rebels, albeit one that clearly has the shadow of a Capitol threat looming over him, but really who of the off-worlders doesn't? They all have easily exploitable weaknesses. But they also all have the ability to shove that aside and do what they have to in order to be free, in order to liberate not only themselves but the Capitol, but Panem as a whole. It may be careful planning that guides a rebellion, but what feeds it is anger, raw and spurring.
So Albert does as he always has, walking corridors and standing about against walls, by all appearances simply trying to pass the time in the Detention Center between battles. He doesn't much leave the building. Maybe on occasion, if prompted, but in general he's a stoic presence with gears turning, mapping guard movements and schedules, visitors wanted or otherwise, and above all taking stock in who of the captive off-worlders might be entirely done with all this waiting around under a crazed dictator's thumb. If Snow's apparent immortality makes Albert balk, he doesn't show any sign of it.
If he finds himself in a position to do so, Albert may catch a potential ally - or even potential problem - in a hall or at a door. Someone who might want to help he gauges interest with, seeking to find out what they want or need. Everyone wants something.
"Did you see the broadcast?" he often starts, if the person he's talking to seems more likely to sympathize.
Alternatively, he may approach a Capitolite or known Capitol sympathizer with an open hand, seemingly eager to make an acquaintance that might end his stay here in the Detainment Center. "What can I do for you on this visit?"
Either way, he has something to say to anyone. And something to learn from them too.
Closed to Jet and Albert
Snow's broadcast was still fresh in Jet's mind, Hannah's face and unfamiliar voice still burning bright in his patched memory, when he found and cornered his husband. "Come with me." Jet didn't bother waiting for an answer, expecting he'd be listened to. He led them to popular Capitolite restaurant, something that would let them be seen but not necessarily bothered or watched. Just a married couple eating out; Jet held Albert's hand the whole way in.
"I gotta talk to you about something and you're not gonna like it."
What| Stirring rebellion
Where| All over the Capitol, especially blind and/or deaf spots
When| After Snow's post
Warnings/Notes| Whispers of rebellion. Due to the nature of the log, threads might be short as the intention is to rebuild the rebel network in the Capitol itself and start planning for some kind of action. Threads can be continued or built on in the upcoming breakout or plotted for after!
Jet and Open (Out in the Capitol)
There were people he already knew about, like Leo, who he could go to and pull aside. He went to them first. He hadn't even talked to most of them, but they'd shown their leanings in the past and that was all he needed to find them in a crowd.
He didn't leave a paper trail, a note could be found and followed by more than the intended recipient. He went by word of mouth. A moment on the street led to an invitation to a select spot, sometimes a place in the park, sometimes a noisy bar, sometimes right under the goddamn government's nose out in the open, but in a place that was too easy to pass over. It was ridiculously easy, all things considered, why would anyone suspect him? He was supposed to be half-mad and working for the Capitol anyway. Not only that, bars and smokey dives were his territory, it was easy to seem at peace in one. The only thing he had to keep in mind was his reputation: he was a loner, meeting with more than one person at a time wasn't an option.
That was fine, he'd find them one at a time and each conversation started the same. "Thanks for coming. Wanted to ask you something, but I got to share something first. Once upon a time, there was an asshole running the government of a powerful nation. He fucked everyone over who was under him and finally one of his 'victims' said no more. This story applies, more or less, to a couple different people from my world, but I got to know: does it sound familiar to you, too?" A story, innocuous and simple and easy to brush off if the answer was no. He doubted that was the answer, though.
Albert and Open (The Detainment center)
While Jet courts the adage of sowing seeds, Albert prefers to make hay while the sun shines. Or rather, while most in the Capitol with sympathetic leanings are too angry to let their fear override it.
He's been a boy scout on the outside thus far, perhaps to the detriment of his reputation among rebels, albeit one that clearly has the shadow of a Capitol threat looming over him, but really who of the off-worlders doesn't? They all have easily exploitable weaknesses. But they also all have the ability to shove that aside and do what they have to in order to be free, in order to liberate not only themselves but the Capitol, but Panem as a whole. It may be careful planning that guides a rebellion, but what feeds it is anger, raw and spurring.
So Albert does as he always has, walking corridors and standing about against walls, by all appearances simply trying to pass the time in the Detention Center between battles. He doesn't much leave the building. Maybe on occasion, if prompted, but in general he's a stoic presence with gears turning, mapping guard movements and schedules, visitors wanted or otherwise, and above all taking stock in who of the captive off-worlders might be entirely done with all this waiting around under a crazed dictator's thumb. If Snow's apparent immortality makes Albert balk, he doesn't show any sign of it.
If he finds himself in a position to do so, Albert may catch a potential ally - or even potential problem - in a hall or at a door. Someone who might want to help he gauges interest with, seeking to find out what they want or need. Everyone wants something.
"Did you see the broadcast?" he often starts, if the person he's talking to seems more likely to sympathize.
Alternatively, he may approach a Capitolite or known Capitol sympathizer with an open hand, seemingly eager to make an acquaintance that might end his stay here in the Detainment Center. "What can I do for you on this visit?"
Either way, he has something to say to anyone. And something to learn from them too.
Closed to Jet and Albert
Snow's broadcast was still fresh in Jet's mind, Hannah's face and unfamiliar voice still burning bright in his patched memory, when he found and cornered his husband. "Come with me." Jet didn't bother waiting for an answer, expecting he'd be listened to. He led them to popular Capitolite restaurant, something that would let them be seen but not necessarily bothered or watched. Just a married couple eating out; Jet held Albert's hand the whole way in.
"I gotta talk to you about something and you're not gonna like it."
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"What happened to them? Did they escape? I can't imagine any guards would allow it. Where was this, the Presidential Palace?" Or manor or whatever it was officially. To Albert, it's a palace. Despot always had palaces; it was an effect of ego.
He forces himself to calm down, to think. "...no, they weren't taken. We would have seen them in the broadcast. And... well, you may have saved their lives in shooting first." They would have certainly been captured or even killed on the spot had Snow's plan not gone off the way he meant for it to unfurl. That is, using Jet as a patsy.
"Did they see you?"
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"I should have let them shoot and then helped them escape. I could have taken the blame for them and Snow'd be dead for real." He grit his teeth and burned holes in the wood between them from the heat of his glare.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared, okay? I didn't think I could say no and I didn't trust them not to do something to you if I blabbed or screwed up, so I didn't."
no subject
"It's alright, Jet. Sparrow." He reaches over and takes Jet's hand, running his thumb gently over the back. "I appreciate you trying to protect me."
Even if he'd rather talk through it first and establish a course of action together, that doesn't make him appreciate the sentiment any less.
no subject
"She's not gonna be too happy with me either." He says it a touch dejectedly, but knew it showed in his face too and quickly wiped it away with a swipe from his other hand. They were in public. On a date.
He pushes a smile forward. "One bit of good news: my aim's still damn good." That small smile still firmly in place as the evening crowd shuffled around, he switched the subject slightly. "We need to do something, Al. Something big. Something that'll hurt."
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"But I do agree otherwise." He lets go of Jet's hand to take out another smoke, neatly chaining the last into the next. That more than anything is a sign of the stress that weighs on the German here in the Capitol. "We'll use that still-good aim of yours when the time is right."
Whenever that might be.
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He watched his partner light up anew and felt a surge of comfort in knowing he recognized the tell about Albert's mood. A strange sensation when he knew his husband was stressed out, but he'd take it all the same.
"Hopefully soon." They'd wait for now, he knew. They'd keep their ears to the ground and wait for an opportunity. But if one didn't present itself...well. Maybe they'd have to make their own.
no subject
"Whatever the case, what's done is done. We'll deal with the fallout and opportunities as they come." Or they'll have to make them, but that, at least, they can't talk about here no matter how loud it is.
no subject
Either way, there was nothing he could do about it now. There was nothing either of them could do about anything right now, except maybe enjoy a nice dinner out for once on the Capitol's bloodmoney.
"Yeah." One day at a time, that's all they could do.