alright, let me take off all my clothes [arlo/day3]

"Ah," Arlo taps his temple and points at the nearest camera, finger guns the nearest, uh, well, laser gun. "Seems like someone else already wants everything to burn." The control panel he had found yesterday was looking like it was going to burn everyone alive in here; all systems set to crematorium. Someone was as ready for chaos and death in this Hunger Games as Arlo was. Fucking amazing.

"Better make sure no one tries to put it out, yeah?" And so he uses his key and presses enough buttons until the water turns off. The room got quieter, even with the way the heat was rising and the nonsensically large machines were steaming. "Better turn this on then, too, right?" Or- off? Arlo couldn't tell, honestly. Everything in this damn room felt like it was on fire. He had to laugh to himself as he spoke. "It's not fucking calculus."