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Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cecil palmer,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ dale "barbie" barbara,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ elim garak,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hanji zoe,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack frost,
- ✘ jesse pinkman,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ riley abel,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (cbs),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ topher brink,
- ✘ velma kelly,
- ✘ venus dee milo
The Crowning of Mindy McReady
Who| Everyone who's anyone.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.
The party is brightly colored.
The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.
Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.
Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.
About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.
The party is brightly colored.
The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.
Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.
Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.
About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.
Guy Crood - Pre-Reaping
Not that he knew what a superhero even was.
He liked the club, though. It was good for separating crowds and lightly bopping people (and making it look accidental) if they crowded in too close. He still wasn't used to big crowds, but this time he was managing to not hide under a table at least. (For now.)
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"Ouch! Watch where you're swinging that thing," Stephen complained, rubbing the top of his head ruefully.
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He wasn't even that muscular. Capitol people were just weird. But they had a firm view in their heads of him being some wild muscleman. If he was physically stronger they probably would've been trying to get him to lift them over his head like weights or would've been handing over their babies for him to use as barbells.
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He held out his hand.
"My name is Stephen Reagan. I'm the new escort for District 6."
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So he opted to just give a wiggly-fingered little wave in greeting.
"So you're one of the ones that tells us where to be while they control our entire lives, right?"
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He did, however, take offense to what Guy had to say. Stephen frowned, put off.
"That's a little harsh," he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he put his hand back in his pocket. "I'm here to help you navigate life in the Capitol. It's not all parades and formal functions -- you have plenty of time to yourself, and it's part of my job to make sure you get everywhere you want to go, not just where you need to go. I'll also be working with your mentors, to net you as many sponsors as you can get in the Arena."
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He tilted his head at him.
"What about that isn't control?"
He didn't speak this way to normal Capitol citizens - he was all smiles and fake laughter when he didn't just hide under tables to avoid them - but he tended to hold back far less with the escorts, stylists, and mentors that worked with them in the day to day.
If they couldn't take a little cynicism from people forced into a death match, they needed to find another line of work.
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i am so sorry for this idiot
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He huffed and frowned as he edged as far as possible from the crowd, keeping close to the shadows and the warehouse walls, still irritated at his stylist's wardrobe choice. Really, the tiny, black undergarment they handed him earlier barely covered anything at all!
He was glancing around nervously, praying his escort not catch him, when he almost stumbled into Guy. Almost, which was a great improvement when it came to a Pontmercy. He blinked, momentarily stunned at Guy's costume before realizing that he was not really one to speak, and stuttered before he managed a hasty, embarrassed, "Forgive me! I did not see you there."
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Still, given the long, meandering conversation they'd once had about his own shirtlessness, he couldn't forgo at least a little teasing.
"How's your wife?" he asked Marius. "Is she okay? With how much bare chest you've got going on right now, she must have hit the floor at least a few times now."
His gentle smile showed there was no malice in his teasing, though. It probably sounded not all that different in tone than how his friends from home teased him.
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"She is..." Not decently-dressed, to be quite honest, and a blush crept up his cheeks when he recalled the way the skin-tight material clung to her curves and—well, yes. Thank God for the blue paint, for at least it hid the redness of his face. "Rather well, thank you for asking."
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He nodded towards a nearby table.
"Wanna give it a go? Trust me, it'll work wonders for the feeling awkward thing. I'll keep you company."
It'd be a break from the prying eyes.
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Eventually, he decided to say, carefully, "Thank you, but I would much rather prefer the corner of a room."
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"I can clear a way to the corner of the room with my bonking stick."
It wasn't a real club since it was hollow and made of plastic. Therefore it was a bonking stick.
There was an area that had a few less people not far from them. He could easily bonk their way to freedom.
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Lyle, dressed in a red and gold bodysuit with a flared collar, recoiled as far as he could from the drink he just tasted without actually dropping it on the floor.
"Do not get the 'Shapeshifter Surprise'," he advices the (presumed Tribute) with the club and the weird helmet standing closest to him. "I've been to Durla, there is nothing on that planet that tastes this awful."
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Shapeshifter? Durla?
"I don't drink anyway. I can't really digest alcohol."
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he recognized Lyle.
"You're friends with the obnoxious green guy, right?"
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"I'm not sure how many obnoxious green guys are here, but that sounds like a reasonably accurate description of Brainy." He answered. "So, yes."
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Granted, they'd had to dig Neutral out of the one they'd built because they hadn't thought to involve the one sentient on the team actually trained in construction in the project, but everything had turned out okay in the end.
"As for whether or not you can tolerate me for more than ten seconds, that's up to you. But Brainy and I aren't secretly a hive mind, if that's what you're wondering." He smirked. "I think it's funny when someone gets him with a good zinger."
Lyle had been...less than impressed with certain comments made on public forums, once he'd determined that it wasn't part of Brainy's cover story.
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"Okay, so, you're not exactly sharing the same brain."
He paused.
"But you are the guy that goes around bragging about how evil he is and how he likes poisoning people. What's up with that?"
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Danny, of course, had been stuffed into a facsimile of his hazmat suit and had his hair forcibly dyed white.
"You're the one who was doing the jokes earlier, right? I'm Danny."
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He grinned at him.
"I don't have my own superhero uniform and that is probably because I have no idea what a superhero is."
He looked down at himself.
"And yet this still isn't the worst thing they've put me in. I at least like the bonking stick."
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"I had the powers and the tech. Training...not so much."
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He couldn't even imagine that many people existing to even make it necessary.
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He paused here, because he was well aware some people might consider the idea of ghosts crazy. "Okay, bear with me, because I'm gonna bring up something that I'm not sure you know about, or if you do you're gonna think I'm insane. Where you're from, do people tell stories about other people coming back from the dead?
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He added, "I tend not to believe in that stuff because I try to believe in the things I can see but if I saw it, I'd believe it."
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