Yorick flitted around the Game Center, absolutely filled with excitement. A whole year of effort had come down to this. This would be the arena that defined him, and if he did it right they would be talking about it for years to come. The contestants had already been flown to the arena and were about to be taken to the cornucopia. The capitol and all the districts were waiting to see their first glimpse of the Fifty-first Hunger Games. He wanted to make sure it all went perfectly.

Which is why he was perhaps more cross than usual when Clara Yew told him that there was a problem with the plate stabilizer. "Can't you find someone else to fix it?" He growled, even though part of him knew she probably couldn't. The plate stabilizer had been his invention, and while others had helped him on it he was possibly the only one who knew it well enough to fix it if there was something beyond a standard dysfunction going on. She shook her head and started to speak, but Yorick sighed before she could say anything. "It's all right. Just show me what's going on."

Clara nodded, and led the way to the machine. "Diagnostic says that it's an electrical problem, but that's as far as they got. There was a problem with the cameras, so they told me to get you." Yorick's mood instantly dropped. Any arena had its kinks in the first day of course, but two problems in short order of each other did not bode well. This was a very ambitious project. It needed to be perfect.

It didn't take long to discover what the problem was, the two of them were scarcely in there five minutes before he was pulling out the tool kit. "Clara, come help me with this." he said.

"Sir? Are you sure you need me? Lots of preparations need to be made."

"You know protocol. Two people to a repair at all times."

"You never listen to that protocol."

"Today I do. Now spot me."

Clara made a small grumbling noise, but helped anyway. "Don't worry, this won't take long." he assured her, already well on his way to fixing it, "I just need to-there we go!" The stabilizer let out a healthy hum, and Yorick began to grin.

That's when the lights went out.

They flickered on mere seconds later, but they were dimmer and the door was closed. "The electrical surge must have temporarily knocked out the power." he said aloud, though more to himself to Clara. This was quickly becoming a very frustrating day. Yorick went towards the door only to find it locked. "Which toggled the lockdown. This should all be safeguarded against this sort of thing. Who in Panem designed this room?" he muttered. And then he stopped, because he remembered just who one of the workers was.

He slowly let go of the door and turned to Clara. "I suppose you were planning to be out of the room by this point." he said, "So what happens next? Poison from the vents?"

Clara's wide eyes flashed with a sense of purpose that Yorick hadn't ever seen before. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not the murderer here. I just needed you out of the way. And things are already in motion, so it doesn't matter that I'm here with you. You can no longer stop it."

"Stop what, exactly?"

"Oh Yorick, don't be dense. The revolution of course."