"This will be the best -" Wiress giggled pulling her husband down the hallway of the Panem Department of Communications' headquarters.
"Press conference ever?" Beetee asked. In reply, Wiress squealed and pulled Beetee into a closet. Beetee had a second to glance at the stacks of tablet PC's and video equipment on the shelves before he was pushed against the wall, eager lips meeting his. "Hon - " Beetee breathed a passionate five minutes later. "I - think - I'm getting too old for on the spot -" He gasped as he rested his head against the wall.
"Nonsense." Wiress whispered as she trailed kisses from his nose to his toes. Beetee groaned as Wiress strategically kissed him in certain areas.
"Oooh! WIRESS!" He gasped as he twined his fingers in her hair. "OH MY WIRES -"
"AAAAAAH!" The couple was blinded by the sudden influx of light from the hallway followed by a blood-curdling scream. "LOCK THE DOOR, TESLAS! FOR SNOW'S SAKE LOCK IT!" Plutarch screamed before turning a brilliant shade of green.
"Oh - I guess I didn't -" Wiress muttered staring at the horrified Gamemaker in the doorway.
"No, hon, you didn't!" Beetee grunted as he struggled into his clothing. Wiress followed suit a bit more gracefully before they left the closet.
"Well, we weren't up against any shelves holding electronics, so no harm done." Beetee said cheerfully. Plutarch shook his head resignedly.
"Why must inventing and general nerdiness be a turn-on for you two?" Plutarch grumbled.
"Because Beetee is the hottest nerd in Panem -" Wiress began before wrapping her lips around Beetee's.
"I see. For the LAST TIME, keep it in your rooms, guys." Plutarch muttered. "Tomorrow's TV broadcast better make this awkwardness worth it!" He sighed as the Teslas grinned at each other as if to say, Oh, Plutarch, it will be worth it!
The next day, President Snow gave his monthly address to the nation from the Panem Department of Communications. "It appears that many districts are unhappy with the Capitol. Suffice it to say that we are very sorry you feel that way. Let me remind you that the Capitol is kind to the districts supplying you with the tools to do your respective trades." He paused. "Uprising of any sort will not be tolerated and will be dealt with quickly." Suddenly his live audience laughed. "May I ask what is so funny?" He asked confused before something the sharpness of a ballpoint pen poked him on the head. "What the districts -" He gasped looking at a thin barely visible wire hanging from the ceiling. Suddenly, he was zapped with an almighty surge of static electricity. "AAAAAAAH!" He screamed putting his hands to his head. "OOH! My poor hair - oh my perm! My hairspray - does it look awful? Get me a mirror! QUICKLY NOW!" He wailed. "Oooh dear -" He gasped as his white curly hair was now an unruly white tangled mess. A twittering bird - a Mockingjay perched on his head, settled itself in Snow's disheveled hair, and disposed of its prior meal on Snow's blazer. "AAAAH! STUPID POOPING MOCKINGJAY!" Snow screamed before running back to the Remake room next to the Press Conference filming room.
"Wow." Plutarch chuckled from the Gamemaker's lounge in the Training Center where he was watching the broadcast with Wiress and Beetee. "You two definitely showed Panem a different side of their president. But I have only one suggestion." The nerds glanced at each other before nodding at Plutarch. "No more pooping Mockingjays."