Hallelujah it's raining food (and other things)

[metalicarus]

Who| Jet and open!
What| Jet and Albert have too many supplies to keep, Jet decides to share the love
Where| Every floor not the third and outside of the stores
When| Beginning of week 2
Warnings/Notes| Watch out from above. Also, this is probably the last chance to catch CR with Jet before he goes blind in the arena.

It was a brilliant plan.

He and Albert had been making a habit out of using their climbing gear to rappel down from the third floor to the food court to get their supplies before darting back up another way to avoid possible threats and it had been working beautifully. In fact, it had been working a little too well.

They'd tried stockpiling the food they snatched, but hardly any of it stayed good for long so they were just left with spoiled food they had to dump. Albert had been walking around handing out supplies, Jet on the other hand had come up with a much more efficient tactic.

There as close to the middle of the big open area all three floors shared, hung the blond New Yorker, suspended by his climbing gear and the ropes attached and holding his pack he'd repurposed to hold all the food they'd grabbed they didn't need. Each item had been carefully packed in small containers normally used for camping and these were the containers he delicately tossed at other wandering tributes.

Generally near their feet, but sometimes at their faces.

It wasn't just food either, some of it was the make-shift medical supplies he'd taken to make his own first aid kit (which he didn't need anymore thanks to a sponsor), some of it was water bottles or juice or other contained drinks (don't open those sodas too quickly). He was in far too good of a mood for an arena, but who cared? He was willing to throw a little risk into the mix to help others. Steve's speech had struck home with Jet, there was no malice in his actions, just a little bit of mischief.

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[silberfuchs]

Albert had just started his own round of 'Santa Clausing' as Jet had put it, leaving food out in strategic places or simply handing it to people who looked hungry. Of course, he's extra wary during this considering walking around with a backpack full of food is like painting a target on his back for those to whom sharing is not in the natural order, but it's an oversight of his that in a roofed building, he's less likely to look up.

Which is why the little square carton of chocolate milk hits him soundly on top of the head, covering him in the brown liquid.

He takes a moment to shake off, wiping milk from his eyes before he looks up at Jet with a glare, though he resists the urge to shout. Not exactly a good life choice in the arena. Instead, he retreats to a bathroom to wash up, then appears awhile later up where Jet's rope is anchored, still sporting a disgruntled look of ire though the milk has been washed from his hair and face.

"That was a waste of milk you know."

[metalicarus]

Jet had a very hard time keeping his cool once the milk carton had landed on his fiancé. He really hadn’t intended for it to bust open on the German, he’d done it for fun, but oh well. It just made him giggle harder. He had to keep his hands over his mouth to keep the sound escaping, but he was sure Albert had seen him laughing. Oh well.

By the time the laughter subsided, Albert was above him and Jet turned blue eyes sparkling with mirth up to the older man. “No it wasn’t. It was the perfect use.” He looked away again as his grin almost turned back into laughter.

“For the record, I wasn’t trying to do that.”

[silberfuchs]

"Oh so you weren't trying to give me a lactose induced concussion?" With a wry smirk, the older man expertly tugs on the rope, interrupting Jet's Spider-man impression to bring him back over the railing and onto solid ground. "I had to get new clothes."

Poor baby.

[metalicarus]

Jet lets out a rather undignified sound at being forced back up and over the railing, but he doesn't really try to fight it either.

"No, I wasn't! And that's hardly something to complain about when we're in a mall."

Jet worked on unstrapping himself since it seemed his escapades had come to an end. "Done running errands?"

[silberfuchs]

"It's an unnecessary risk. Who knows what other tributes have made a nest in the clothing stores?" Really though, he's being dramatic for a laugh.

"Yes, everything I didn't hand over directly I left in convenient places for people to find, though I still think burritos are a terrible idea in an arena." There's a certain amount of gastrointestinal distress to be expected from Mexican food, after all.

"And you?"

[metalicarus]

Albert's general presence plus the man being in a good mood is enough for Jet to smile, the mental image of all of the tributes in nests makes him laugh, as does the knock about the food.

Since it seems his delivery hours are over, he begins packing up while he responds.

"Well it seems someone saw fit to cut me off, so I guess I'm done."

He pulled what little was still left in his pack out and slid it out across the tile floor so it wouldn't look so much like it was piled for a trap. Once the pack was empty, he slung it over his shoulder and locked his arm with Albert's.

"What now?"

[silberfuchs]

"Hmm... Well, we could rest at camp and be utterly uninteresting for the cameras for awhile."

It sounds good to him, frankly. True whatever newscaps there are of the games will probably coo over them curled in a little makeshift lovenest, but it'll get old after a few minutes so unless the gamemakers decide to shake things up, it won't matter much. Even if he feels so strange about their relationship being as public as it is. Bunch of creepy voyeurs, that's all the Capitol is.

"Unless you have something you'd rather do?"

[metalicarus]

"Nope. Sounds perfect to me."

It was a little unnerving to know people were watching them, but with each arena, he found he cared less and less; he still valued their privacy, but he was beginning to accept there just wasn't going to be any during these weeks.

Arms still linked, Jet led them back in the direction of their encampment, oddly looking forward to something as simple as laying around with his fiance.