suddenlycaptain | CONTACT ;; ataraxion

God yes.

See you at the bar then.

[Have you guessed that he doesn't like talking about sensitive topics on the network yet? Have you?]

You're my favorite right now.

[ And yes, yes she has. Heading for the bar now -- she's in the shuttle bay enough that she's just fine with taking a break for alcohol with Haymitch. ]

[He chuckles before he ends the feed. And when she arrives at the bar, he'll be on his third glass of something much stronger than vodka. Even if he never said as much, those two coming back and acting that way got to them.

And as soon as Carolyn enters, he gets right to the point.]

Do you still think it's not an arena?

I think it's worse.

[ She sits down next to him, sighs and lets her head fall into her hands for a moment. ]

I hate this fucking ship.

Can't argue with that. [He raises his glass to her and then finishes off Glass #3.

And then in an attempt to make her feel better, he adds, semi-reassuringly:]

They're mutts. I wouldn't pay too much attention to what they say. They just want to get in your head. [This is not the physical war of the Games or even the revolution- this is pure psychological warfare. It's a different kind of arena, but an arena all the same.]

Pour me one of those.

[ She has no idea what it is, especially since she's only lifting her head now that he's trying to half reassure her, but oh well. ]

They're something, that's for sure.

[He obliges her and since he's feeling generous, he'll even explain.]

The Capitol used to genetically alter animals for use in the Games. I always figured they'd turn to experimenting with humans one day. Old victors not worth their salt as mentors, getting put to use elsewhere. Wouldn't surprise me any.

[A beat.] What did they say? [Said like he wasn't listening in to every conversation he could see.]

The birds.

[ Those fucking birds. She still has a scar. ]

They knew my name. Said I "knew", that I didn't have to ask. Asked me to tell them if I saw their captain.

Exactly.

[He takes a long sip of his drink and shrugs, choosing not to go too much more into detail. Carolyn's one of the few people he'll trust with game-related business besides Kazama and his team. Her and Russia, now that Jack's gone. They've seen it.]

Knew what? [Obviously, she doesn't know what they meant, but context is key.]

I don't know. [ She takes a sip of her own drink, nodding toward Haymitch's lap because... it's there. ]

The conversation was unlocked. You can look it up.

[And proving that he was just wanting to hear her say it before he revealed he already did that, he doesn't even look at the comm.]

"Survival of the fittest." [He repeats the words back like it's some sort of mantra.] Seems like we've been saying that for awhile now, doesn't it?

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[ Thanks Haymitch that's not weird at all. ]

Yeah. [ She's just going to finish that drink. ] Seems like a weird thing to say that I "know".

You're right. It's something else. [He picks up the comm and finds this conversation.]

The only thing you and that woman have in common aside from being people I can actually be assed to respect is you both have pull on this ship- people follow you. I don't bet, but if I did, if Kirk said anything, they'd probably have said the same to him.

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Tyke, [ she murmurs, looking at the conversation. "Like Fry" -- the sentence makes her frown. ]

We have short hair, [ she offers after a moment, dry. ]

[He rolls his eyes.] Maybe I'm wrong about Kirk. Maybe it's just that you two have something in common with Resnik. Either way, I doubt your hair figures much into it.

[ And now she's going to roll her eyes right back. ] It was a joke, Haymitch.

And that was sarcasm. [He raises his glass to her and downs it.] Just thinking you might wanna work on figuring it out. Something like that might blindside you if you're not careful.

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[ She sighs, moving some hair out of her face. ] I know. But as usual, the other side's got most of the information.

[He shrugs] You don't need to talk to the other side. They gave you a name. You and Tyke ought to compare notes, see what you've got in common they're picking up on.

I'm not going to talk to the other side. [ Not any more than she has to, anyway. ] Right...

What's the worst that could happen? [a beat] From you two talking, anyway.

I didn't say I wouldn't do it, Haymitch. [ She just doesn't particularly want to talk about it right now. ]

Moving right along then. [And what moving on entails is pouring her another drink.]

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