Thump! Thump! Thump! "OH MY WIRES!" President Snow sighed and rolled over in his luxurious King size water-bed trying to block out the awkward noises heard through the wall. He had invited Plutarch, Beetee, and Wiress to the Presidential Mansion. They were staying in his private quarters for the honor of it and also so the secret service could keep a closer eye on them. However, he was regretting giving the Teslas the room next to his. Thump! Thump! Thump! "BEETEE - OOH - MORE -"

"Wire - we need to go to sleep, love." Thump - "Wiress -" Eventually the loud cries and thumping were replaced by Beetee's loud snores allowing the President and everyone else a few hours of sleep.

The next morning, President Snow smiled at his guests standing around the dining room table awaiting his arrival. Once his Avox pulled out his chair and he sat down, his guests were able to sit as well. As they began their three course breakfast, President Snow began a discussion about the Quarter Quell. "Well, about Miss Everdeen and Mr. Mellark, what do you make of them?"

"Smart." Wiress said smiling. "Smart young ones in love like -" She held Beetee's hand.

"Like we were as young Victors." Beetee finished. "Typical teenagers - well - typical for surviving the Games of course."

"The Capitol is behind them to win. Unfortunately, that doesn't work with my plans."

"Which are?" Beetee asked cautiously.

"For her and Mr. Mellark to be eliminated in the arena."

"Yes, the arena is set to cause them a disadvantage." Plutarch agreed.

"They could appear to still be there with holograms projected -" Wiress began.

"Projected into the arena." Beetee finished before Wiress eagerly pulled her tablet PC out of her purse and activated a projector at the end of the table. A Mockingjay flitted over to a bowl of fruit on the table. It nibbled on an orange before flying toward President Snow.

"MOCKINGJAY! AAAH!" He helped tipping over in his chair and spilling his coffee. "Ah - forgive me - Mrs. Tesla -" He gasped after ordering his Avox to help him sit up. "Very good - very good suggestion. Have you tried rendering a person?"

"Why yes." Wiress said sweetly. To the President's surprise, he watched a hologram version of himself stand on the water pitcher and give a speech before toppling over, drowning and sinking to the bottom. Plutarch gasped and picked up the pitcher sloshing around the water. The hologram President Snow sloshed around with the liquid before a hologram Finnick Odair swam down to pull him up. The President paled as he watched himself give a lap-dance to the hologram Finnick Odair while a hologram Seneca Crane cheered them on.

"Ah - Ok - ah - Mrs. Tesla. Thank you." The President muttered beet red. "Let - Let me think about this for a second." Seconds after bolting from the table, his guests heard, "MY EYES MY EYES AAAAAAAAAAAH! MENTAL IMAGE!"

"Teslas," Plutarch sighed thoroughly exasperated with Team Nerds. "First of all, no more demonstrations depicting indecent acts involving President Snow! Second of all, next time we're guests at the Presidental Mansion, for Panem sake, keep it down while people are trying to sleep!"