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[closed, backdated to pre-volcano week 3]
Who| Carlos and Some
What| After the storm inside calms, the storm outside begins, and Carlos leaves the no-longer-safe planetarium to check out the display on muttations in hopes of learning something about Capitol technology. There is very little sunlight, and aside from the lightning, it is very dark.
Where| Floor 4
When| Early week 3, before the volcano.
Warnings/Notes| None so far.
The electrical storm had claimed so many lives. The science crew had split up for the moment, deeming the planetarium unsafe, and Carlos? Well, honestly, he wanted a better look at that display on Capitol muttations. As long as he was here, and probably going to die, he might as well learn what there was to be learned, right? So, unlit flashlight in one hand and pocketknife in the other, Carlos padded on down the stairs in his bare feet to take another look at floor four, hoping that recording would still be playing.
He moved surprisingly quietly for a man his size: not silently, of course. Actually, Carlos only ever seemed to be able to move silently when there was actually something horrifying in the room that he was trying to avoid. Odd, that. But no matter, he was moving quietly now, and with the flashlight off and the storm raging outside, he wasn't easy to see, either. Slipping into the hall of skeletons, Carlos moved toward the display of the headless dragon, listening curiously as the voice went on about how brilliantly designed the featured creatures were.
"Genetic engineering!" he breathed to himself in the dark, looking up to stare at the enormous dragon, thrown into sharp relief by a dramatically-timed lightning strike. "Remarkable."
Yes, he was whispering to himself in the middle of a museum full of six dozen people out to find and kill him. Yes, the theatrics were worth it. No, it wasn't a play for sponsors. Carlos was actually just like this.
What| After the storm inside calms, the storm outside begins, and Carlos leaves the no-longer-safe planetarium to check out the display on muttations in hopes of learning something about Capitol technology. There is very little sunlight, and aside from the lightning, it is very dark.
Where| Floor 4
When| Early week 3, before the volcano.
Warnings/Notes| None so far.
The electrical storm had claimed so many lives. The science crew had split up for the moment, deeming the planetarium unsafe, and Carlos? Well, honestly, he wanted a better look at that display on Capitol muttations. As long as he was here, and probably going to die, he might as well learn what there was to be learned, right? So, unlit flashlight in one hand and pocketknife in the other, Carlos padded on down the stairs in his bare feet to take another look at floor four, hoping that recording would still be playing.
He moved surprisingly quietly for a man his size: not silently, of course. Actually, Carlos only ever seemed to be able to move silently when there was actually something horrifying in the room that he was trying to avoid. Odd, that. But no matter, he was moving quietly now, and with the flashlight off and the storm raging outside, he wasn't easy to see, either. Slipping into the hall of skeletons, Carlos moved toward the display of the headless dragon, listening curiously as the voice went on about how brilliantly designed the featured creatures were.
"Genetic engineering!" he breathed to himself in the dark, looking up to stare at the enormous dragon, thrown into sharp relief by a dramatically-timed lightning strike. "Remarkable."
Yes, he was whispering to himself in the middle of a museum full of six dozen people out to find and kill him. Yes, the theatrics were worth it. No, it wasn't a play for sponsors. Carlos was actually just like this.