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WHO| Everyone
WHAT| Ariadne's crowning does not go as expected
WHEN| After the arena
WHERE| The Banquet hall in the bottom of the Victor's complex
WARNING/NOTES| The black out lasts about 10-15 minutes. Feel free to start a thread during any part of the proceedings, just clarify in the subject bar.

The celebration this time was private. Of course it was broadcast live to all of Panem, but the victors, the tributes, and a collection of those working closely with them were the only ones in the extravagant banquet hall. Behind them was a carefully selected audience-those known to not cause trouble.

And Peacekeepers. Many, many Peacekeepers.

Snow stood before them, giving a speech geared towards Ariadne’s winning. A mellow girl, a bright girl who found her place in the Games and bloomed.

“Not all of those who come here, unfortunately, choose to be welcomed into our circle.”

Lifting his hand, he gestured for Tate to be brought in from back stage.

“This is bullshit!-” Tate doesn’t remain quiet like he probably should. “You people can just bring people back from the dead in the arena- what’s it matter if anyone else gets hurt? Huh?” His eyes are glaring at every face that looks at him.

He struggles with his hands bound behind his back, two Peacekeepers holding his chicken-winged arms as they bring him onto the stage.

Tate is forced to stand facing the crowd. He doesn’t care how they see him, what they think of him and this shows in the disgust on his face. “So what-”

Before he can say another word the zip sound is heard by those within a few feet of him and he collapses. The small hole on his forehead, bleeding, the only sign of what happened.

“Those who do not appreciate what we do for them...will not be tolerated. If we offer you our gracious hospitality, and you attack those who help you...” He pauses as the crowds shocked silence descends into rabble, waiting for silence again.

However, when the silence came, it wasn't due to anyone waiting for him. The televisions flanking the stage and all across Panem suddenly flickered, before turning to static.

There was a moment, before the screen turned black. And then another before a voice started speaking. It was clearly computer generated, a soothing female tone with no inflections, no Capitol accent. Immediately, across the city, those in control of the Panem broadcast began to scramble, rushing to shut things off.

“This bloodshed proves nothing, this is all just a new game for the Capitol, this is all an attempt to draw your eye away from the power you have, this is-”

And then the power cut out entirely, sending the whole city into Darkness.

In the darkness, Snow was rushed out under protection. The peacekeepers rushed in, trying to hold down peace and order.

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The darkness is a relief to Some, and he was on top of a table in an instant, standing to his full height as he looked for trouble beyond the sudden panic. His vision clearer than ever, he watched the peacekeepers warily, ready to intercede if he saw any of them moving against a fellow tribute.

Night-sighted at least in part, Neeshka could hardly miss the multi-legged monster hopping up onto the table. She had accepted his appearance by now, at least, and wasn't about to attack him on reflex. She sidled away from the banquet guest she'd just snitched a gold bracelet off of, and up to crouch beside his perch.

"What're you watching for?" she hissed at him curiously, tucking the pretty bit away in a pocket for later fencing. If she could find a fence, anyway.

He turned two of his eight eyes towards her, the rest still scanning the crowd. "I don't trust the guards," he said softly, both mouths whispering at once.

"Yeah, well, I don't, either." Neeshka didn't trust much of anybody or anything, particularly not here. But the creepy multi-limbed monster was kind of interesting, anyway. She flicked one ear and looked sidelong at him. "So how's standing on a table helping with that?"

He was taller than the crowd anyway, at his nearly eight-feet-tall, so it was a valid question.

"No one wants to run into something like me in the dark. I'm being out of the way."

"Oh, so you're being all polite by standing on the table. And it's got nothing to do with the guards." Neeshka nodded mock-knowingly, arms crossed over her chest and eyes on said guards, starting to move through the crowd. Then she grinned suddenly and suggested, "Or is it self-preservation cuz you don't trust them to not shoot you if they bump you?"

"Yes, there is that," he acknowledged, with a glance down at her. "Or someone might scream and panic, and panic spreads. What are you?" he added abruptly.

Neeshka was used to that question. Hearing it coming from a thing with lots of eyes-- that can move independently from each other-- and lots of legs and arms and things was just rich. She snorted a little, flicking her tail a little harder and looking back out over the crowd. "I'm a tiefling. That means I'm part demons. I'm not evil or unlucky or cursed, though, promise."

"I think we are all unlucky," he countered, looking up at the body on the dais. "We're here, aren't we?"

"You know, I never thought about it like that." Neeshka sidled away from one of the semi-panicked patrons, not another tribute, and turned the question back on Some. "So what are you, huh? You're way weirder-looking than me." Tact was not Neeshka's strong point.

He gave her a narrow look, but it was nothing he hadn't heard before, and so he shrugged, all four shoulders rolling together in an imitation of the human gesture.

"I'm a grue. And I'm not weird, I'm just not yet another human-shaped-thing."

"Which makes you weird to human-shaped things," Neeshka shrugged, rolling her eyes at him. At least she only had two of them. "If you get to ask me what I am, you don't get to complain when I ask you what you are. I mean, really. I think I've heard of grues before, though. Guys that eat you if you're alone in the dark."

She wondered if she ought to be worried. Maybe not. She, after all, could see just fine.

He straightened abruptly back to his full height, looking down at her in his startlement.

"You've heard of grues?"

"Well, sure. Live underground, spooky dark-living critters, dangerous to adventurers looking for treasure...." They were, after all, unbeknownst to them both from a similar mythos: table-top roleplay. Neeshka looked him over in the dark, somewhere between speculative and nervous. "Never knew you guys were smart or anything, though. I always figured grues were more like, I don't know, trolls. Or displacer beasts, even. All claws and teeth and no brains. Shows what adventurers know, right?" She flashed him a bright grin, mostly to hide that him being at full height and on top of a table made him look a bit more dangerous again.

"We aren't as smart as humans, but we are smart," he said defensively, lower jaw working side to side. Covertly, he glanced at his claws, which weren't that impressive.

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Grey was where he usually was when he found himself ushered to a Capitol 'party'. At a food table. He had no interest in interacting with anyone nor with whatever was going on with the Capitol's 'president' and his crowning speech.

It isn't until an angrily shouting Tate is dragged on stage that Grey's interest finally turns towards it. And then, just as quickly as he's been brought out, the unruly teen has crumpled to the stage floor, eyes staring blankly. Oh. Well. Now he's listening.

The scientist blinks and turns to look at a nearby screen as static and then darkness invades it, an unfamiliar voice filling the room. Oh. Now this is interesting. He's just begun to grin as the power cuts out.

Panic inevitably descends upon the room, and he struggles to remain in place rather than be swept along with those stampeding for the exits. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he spots an odd silhouette on a nearby table that slowly becomes familiar. "Some!" He greets cheerfully. He has to shout to be heard above everyone else.

Some flinched at hearing his name, and turned, forebody lowering defensively. When he saw it was only the man he'd met before, and not one of the guards, his shoulders relaxed, and he acknowledged the man with a wave, but didn't shout back over the crowd noise.

Shouldering through the crowd, he makes his way before the table Some is standing upon. "...What are you doing up there?" He's amazed at how tall the creature is standing.

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"I didn't want people to bump into me." Two eyes, the second pair out from the center, focus on Grey while the rest continue to watch the room. "They don't like it."

Grey blinks. "...Why?"

Some glanced down at himself, the gesture very, very human somehow, and then looked back at Grey with a flat look. "It might be the teeth, I think."

"Oh... yes, that." The scientist snickers.

Some gave him an uneasy smile, looking around the room again. "I'm watching to see what the guards are doing. I don't like this at all."

"The guards are attempting to prevent a riot." The scientist explains helpfully. "It would probably be wiser to attempt to find an exit, don't you think?" At least, that's where he'll be heading shortly, as the crowd of panicked people thins.

Some shook his head, teeth worrying slightly at a lip. "There would be no risk of riot if they hadn't shot the man in front of all of us. I want to see what they're really doing."

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