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[gamemakers]

The tunnel to District 2, main transport for Peacekeepers, is unexpectedly closed before dawn. In edition, a mandatory evacuation is declared for mile around the tunnel, clearing out a large section of the South East part of town.

The evacuation ends several blocks from the Tribute Training center, but they hear plenty about it. And can see the Capitol citizens unhappily trudging to friends, relative, and the shelter set up for those with none.

The recording that plays every few minutes on all the stations state that there is danger of a possible gas leak, and the evacuation is precautionary.

However, resident report seeing teams going into the tunnels and not seeing them come out.

Some report screams.

Luckily for the Capitol, most of the teams were made of avoxes, so that rumor is easy to silence.

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[formersurgeon]

The instant Joan saw the recording on the screens in the District 11 suite, she grabbed her coat (she had insisted on grey. The stylist had insisted on the sateen. It was a fair compromise) and rushed out. Once she's outdoors, she moves against the wave of citizens washing down the street, working her way toward the tunnel.

The recording said it was a possible gas leak. If Joan has learned anything in her brief time here, it's that the screens lie. She won't go past the barriers, not yet. But she does want to see what the response is, what sort of vehicles, equipment and manpower they're using for this "possible gas leak."

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[big_badass_hero]

Joan wasn't the only one who had headed towards danger. Blame it on his training as STARS. He stayed on the right side of the barrier, though it was clear he wanted to slip inside. His hand twitched too, he really missed his Samurai edge.

"You see anything yet?" Because the equipment the peacekeepers were using, didn't look like anything he knew for gas leaks.

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[formersurgeon]

"Nothing."

It was the lack of activity that most bothered her. If this was really something so simple as a gas leak, she would think there would be a flurry of activity to get it dealt with as soon as possible.

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[big_badass_hero]

"Gee lying politicians. Now that doesn't shock me. It was a cannibalistic Cult back home; you'd think they'd be creative here." He did glance at her though. "You don't have the look of law enforcement, must be EMT?" He shook his head, that wasn't right. "Naw, you have the look of some authority, so I'm gonna guess a doctor?"

[formersurgeon]

She leans to crane her neck, trying to see around a Peacekeeper. "Used to be. I doubt they care about licenses, though."

She sighs, and turns to the man. "Cannibalistic cult? Really?"

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[brother2dragons]

Daniel saw her. He had his helmet drawn down to maintain the solidified vision of the Peacekeepers. He went over to where she was. It was easier for him to move through a crowd, as people parted at the first sight of his white uniform.

"What are you doing?" he asked when he got to her. "It's not safe here."

[formersurgeon]

"So I've heard."

On one hand, she's glad it's Dan. He's less likely to cause her trouble, more likely to answer her questions, give information other Peacekeepers wouldn't.

On the other hand, it's unfortunate this is where they meet again.

She meets his eyes. "What's going on?"

[brother2dragons]

"There's been a gas leak," Dan answers officially. "It might explode."

Then, after a moment, he speaks with real concern for her. "You can't come back if you die out here."

[formersurgeon]

"Good thing I have no intention of dying."

She glances, side to side, and steps closer.

"I think we both know the whole gas leak thing is a cover story. Is that all they've told you?"

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

She'd tried to cover as much of her grey skin as possible, with gloves and a hood, but the two pointed peaks to her black velvet hood probably made the disguise laughable at best. Still, head down, she made a passable eccentric Capitol citizen until she was close enough to see the crowds thin and those white uniforms.

"There's nothing there..." She goes on tiptoe to see over the white helmets to little effect. She's too short to see if there's something in particular going on. She'd never heard of a gas leak precisely but evacuation never boded well.

[formersurgeon]

"No," Joan remarks, also leaning to the side to look past the guards. She turns back to the woman who spoke. "I would think that..."

Her voice dies when she gets a good look at her. She raises her eyebrows, blinks, then glance away. "Um. Sorry. I didn't mean to stare."

[disciplewhomsignlessloves]

"It's normal." She waves it off with a gloved hand, "I stared at humans as well."

She placed a finger to her lips and waved it at the space beyond the guards, "What is a gas leak? Is it truly this dangerous?"

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna had been drawn there by the crowds leaving, and was getting closer slowly. Peeking round corners, wondering what was happening. "Why do they all be leaving?" She asked no one in particular getting closer, trying to avoid the peacekeepers.

She heard people talking around her, something about a gas leak. But she didn't know what one of those was. Anything that made the Capitol citizens look annoyed and upset was interesting.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was too curious for her own good. She'd told herself that time and time again but she never seemed to learn. She didn't learn after falling into that ice hole in her first arena. She didn't learn after falling into that pit of spiders in the one after that and she hadn't learned now.

Spotting a familiar head of hair and kick ass earrings Sandy worked her way through the crowd till she was at Pruna's side.

"What's going on?" Even though she'd already heard bits and pieces on the way.

[knifewithnoname]

"I do no be knowing." Pruna wrinkled her nose at her, not surprised to see her and gestured at the peackeepers. "They did be saying a gas leak, I do no be knowing what one of those is but it do be sounding bad."

[justoutrunyou]

"Oh." Sandy knew what a gas leak was and tried to explain.

"It's like...well poison basically. In the air. Sometimes it can explode but most the time you just get sick and die." She peered through the sea of bodies at the entrance. "Seems like a lot of fuss for a Gas leak."

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[polyturtle]

"Gas leak", huh.

Somehow, Don found himself not believing it. He didn't even have to leave the suite to tell that what was being said couldn't possibly be logical. All he had to do was draw the curtains open and look out on the street. There were a lot of people being evacuated for just a gas leak.

Particularly when it probably would have been easier to just seal the tunnel up on the Capitol side entirely, and work from the District 2 side. Why not? That side of the tunnel had to be expendable, right? Evacuating Capitol citizens would cause for questions.

He drew the blinds closed, and quietly walked out of the rooms. Shell, the real problem probably wasn't even in the tunnels at all. It was probably in the evacuated parts of the city - a rebel cell, maybe, that they'd uncovered. The 'gas leak in the tunnels' was probably just a cover so as not to embarrass the Capitol. To ensure that the revelation of the Rebellion's existence was excised from the populace.

Yes. That had to be it. He'd clearly solved this.

Though his solution didn't explain why he was going down the elevator and making his way towards the evacuation barriers.

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[revvinguptheharley]

"Donnie!"

That high pitched grating voice can only belong to his former partner in pain Harley Quinn, skipping her way towards him with her latest bag of useless junk she had bought from a toy store.

"What's all the hub bub bub?" She asked once she was close enough she didn't have to shout. The crowd gathering had her curious and Donnie seemed like a pretty bright guy before he went all grimdark.

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[polyturtle]

Well, he was pretty sure he was right about the rebels still, as he watched from his position near the erected barriers, hands folded. Nothing seemed to come out yet that could disprove it, at least.

"Harley." Don didn't make any other acknowledgement other than that, as he was staring at the Peacekeepers nearest to the barriers at work. "They're...cleaning up a leak."

Hey, it wasn't entirely inaccurate in his context, right?

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[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh yeah? What kinda leak?"

She stood next to him with a hand over her eyes shielding it from the sun to try and see deeper into the situation. But of course nothing was there to be seen. With a sigh she dug around in her bag and produced a bottle of something fizzy and sugary, cracking the lid off and taking a swig before offering it to Donnie.

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[retrieverchef]

A gas leak. Like Eliot believed that. He made his way to the closest end of the evacuation area instead of heading straight back to the Training Center. Nothing was as it seemed here. Probably not even this. Even if there really was a gas leak, he doubted it was some kind of accident.

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[president_evil]

Wesker was awake for the earliest broadcasts and he watched the activity unfold throughout the morning, until it hit its natural plateau. The same details cycling over and over: gas leak, evacuation, authorities on site, remain calm.

When there was nothing more to be gleaned from the anchors carefully rehearsed reports, he headed up to the roof, watching the flurry in the distance. The streams of citizens, coming from, the lines of white Peacekeepers heading toward.

It was quite the response for a gas leak. And he could only wonder just what they hoped to do about it with so very many guns.

[orestes]

There were Victors whose accomplishments Enjolras could, at least at times, understand and respect, and then there were those whose victories were much more akin to massacres. Those who seemed to enjoy the Games and the Capitol's fascination with them, those who seemed fascinated in turn by their own capacity for destruction. While he made a point not to study the past competitions with too vigilant an eye (they were distasteful, of course, but he also could admit to a healthy regard, if not fear of his own capacity for violence), he knew enough of them to know that this man was not a Victor he could easily admire.

Nevertheless, principles of space and human perception seemed to dictate that even the fairly expansive roof of the tower shrunk exponentially with every person added to it. And, as they were, at least for the moment, alone, ignoring Wesker's presences ran the potential of being more trying than actually addressing it.

"One might think such munitions inadvisable given the nature of their crisis." The observation drifted over the rooftop, a passive start to a conversation he wasn't entirely sure he really wanted to have. It was something they were both thinking, if nothing else. He had no reason to believe Wesker stupid as well as wicked, in fact the evidence was rather the contrary.

[president_evil]

Hands tucked against the small of his back, eyes still on the distant rush of activity, Wesker didn't bother to turn. The speaker's voice held all the familiar tones of someone who was speaking because they felt they had an obligation to do so, not because they had anything of value to add.

He was well used to that.

Personally, he would have perfectly content with silence.

"Perhaps they've discovered some combative technique hereto unknown to our more antiqued selves," he drawled - that smooth purr.

Namely one that didn't end with them being charred to unrecognizable husks.

"Though somehow, I doubt it."

[orestes]

"As do I," the other man's tone made him recoil slightly in discomfort. Its smoothness was unnerving in ways that were both intangible and yet highly visceral. To say that his skin crawled may have been an exaggeration, but not by much.

Enjolras bit his lip in a pensive expression as they watched the bodies being led away. It wasn't at all surprising that the Capitol should choose to disguise the nature of... Whatever this was to its citizens until such time as it could be neatly packaged with all the pageantry of disaster they seemed to favor, even when there was an abundance of evidence against them. In another, more just state, he pondered, such deception might even have a note of nobility. "I find myself wondering how long it will take them to boast to us of their accomplishments, protecting their fine city in such a way."