In which the Victors of District 3 play Jenga

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The difficulty with being Victors is that the Capitol always has a means of controlling you.

The difficulty with being two of the brightest people on Panem is that if someone wants something invented, chances are that people come to you for it.

The difficulty with being two key people working in an underground rebellion is that there are an awful lot of secrets. Things to invent. Tasks to do.

Combine these factors with two people who are prone to burning their candles at both ends, and you have a potential for disastrous results. Mistakes. Slips of memory, slips of discretion. Not to mention physical and mental collapse.

Which is why they were both glad Wiress had come up with the idea to work in a room upstairs from the bar. They were able to get caught up, sleep as long as they needed to afterwards, and still get things done, all without time passing in their world.

So Beetee and Wiress have been around, but they've been working on things upstairs, only coming down to the bar when they were on the verge of collapsing from hunger.

And now they're caught up.

And so, after a celebratory dinner, now they are playing a game, something they don't often get to do together. They sit across from each other, leveling their gaze at a rectangular stack of blocks of wood. Wiress takes her little finger and slides one smooth wooden block out from the middle of the carefully constructed pile and delicately stacks it on top.

"Your turn," she murmurs to Beetee.

[tiny tag: Beetee and Wiress]

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He's sitting at the bar, absently tracing the woodgrain with the tip of his finger as he lingers over a cup of coffee -- but the game quickly draws Hoshi's attention.

Trying not to be rude, he leans sideways on his barstool, hoping to get a better look.

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Wiress' concentration breaks for a moment while she's studying the structure. She can usually tell when they've caught someone's attention.

Her eyes flick over momentarily, and then back to the structure, looking thoughtful.

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Of course, when Wiress notices, Beetee notices her noticing. It's unavoidable. He glances over as well and blushes faintly; he's never been entirely comfortable with being watched, ironically enough.

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[ooc: hi! and that posting order works for me, absolutely.]

He winces a little.

"Sorry," Hoshi calls over, and the sincerity of his apology's clear in his tone. "I didn't mean to interrupt, just -- I've never seen something like that before."

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Wiress smiles crookedly. "It's...we're just not entirely..." comfortable with being watched.

She slides a block out from the pile and places it carefully on top. She looks at Beetee and nods slightly. He's all right.

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"...comfortable being watched." He finishes for her and gives an apologetic look. "It's, uh, all right. You can watch if you like, I suppose." Then something occurs to him. "It's, uh, a game? The object is to remove a block from the middle and place it on the top without disrupting the balance of the structure."

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This time the wince is a lot more visible.

"Sorry," he says again. "I don't want to bother you."

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"It's all right." Wiress waited for Beetee to make his move. "I'm Wiress."

Oh, she didn't get distracted that time...that was a good thing.

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Beetee simply waves off the apology, distracted in concentration once again. Oh so much concentration.

Eventually, the Perfect Piece is ascertained and he places it atop the stack triumphantly.

"Ha." Oh, yes, introductions. "I'm Beetee. And you are?" Because if he's going to be watched, he would appreciate a name to go with the body, if nothing else.