Kevin's Crowning

[etcircenses]

Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.

Playful signs began to pop-up all over the Tribute center in the days leading up to the crowning, advertising the mandatory nature of the event itself while also promising an afternoon of delightful festivities. All attendees were loaded onto buses and driven to the location of the picnic, with colorful t-shirts distributed upon their arrival (D1- Navy, D2- Red, D3- Grey, D4- Light blue, D5- Orange, D6- Yellow, D7- Forest green, D8- Royal blue, D9- Purple, D10- Black, D11- Lime green, D12- Hot pink, and White for any Capitol officials in attendance.) Likewise, all the attendees were given name tag stickers and then dispersed out into the plaza. All except guest of honor, Kevin, who was escorted onto the grounds dressed entirely in white and was given a large and ornate golden crown to wear.

Balloons of every color decorated the entire area . Along with picnic tables and benches, a large main stage was erected in the middle of the plaza with a microphone and a DJ, who played the same six songs on repeat. At it's center, Kevin was given a throne to sit on, so that he could preside over the picnic and enjoy his freshly prepared hamburger and french fries.

There were several small tents that ringed the edge of the stage area. Inside a few of them, you might face painters available, but the only design they would do was paint your face to look like Kevin. Anyone who had their face painted was also given an adorable construction paper crown to wear.

In other tents, a few carnival games had been set up for entertainment. There was a shooting range game where the faces of the targets changed to look like you whenever you stepped up to play, as well as skeeball and a rope ladder climb game. All the prizes were stuffed plush dolls reminiscent of famed former victors. All with Kevin's smile.

A bouncy castle that looked a shocking bit like the city hall building found in the last arena was free for anyone to play on. (Complete with fog machine!) And almost directly across the way from the castle, a caged-in area set up to be a ball-pit was also open for all to enjoy. Upon further inspection of the pit filled with thousands of plastic balls, one could clearly see how they had each been painted to look like giant, vacant black eyes.

The only two food options available to attendees were cupcakes and hotdogs. The cupcakes came with sprinkles. The hotdogs also came with sprinkles. The only beverage option was orange juice. And everyone must have a glass of orange juice, otherwise no one can ever leave.

At 2pm, Peacekeepers erected a volleyball net and the Tributes were instructed to play. Anyone who touched the net would get a slight electrical shock. Clearly it was a best to avoid the net.

As the volleyball game came to a close, several officials took the stage with a special announcement. Public polls would be open to all Capitol citizens the following morning to begin casting their votes. Who will be the next tributes to go into the next arena?! Over the next few days, the public will pick their favorites to enter a special bonus arena! Stay tuned for details!

Once the festivities were over and the Tributes were loaded back onto the buses, they would come to notice something new in the lobby of the Tribute Center. On the ceiling above them was a massive crystal chandelier, seven feet across. And it was no ordinary chandelier. It was customized beautifully, in the shape of Kevin's jagged and ever-present smile.

Beneath it, a spread of fine wine and cheeses. A man in a cream yellow suit with cream yellow hair sat at a grand piano in the corner, playing calm and pleasant melodies that might seem almost familiar to some and yet unrecognizable to anyone. Escorts seem to be in no hurry to get tributes back to their towers, and the wine continues to flow late into the night for anyone who lingers around to drink it.

Until next time, tributes. Until next time.

Comments

[smarterthanthem]

What's that sound? Why it's an eleven year old girl in a glaringly bright yellow shirt bursting out into unexpected laughter as she comes face to face with Tony amongst the groupings of other tributes.

Clementine knows she's being rude but it can't be helped, not when Tony is being so freely comical. Still, she does make an attempt to stifle it, clapping her hand over her mouth -- which really doesn't help much at all.

[arrogantalloy]

When he hears the near cackling break out, Tony turns and looks. Holding the wine glass probably isn't helping this weird image he's projecting but he's never been too big on caring about he's seen to others.

"Something funny, kid?"

[smarterthanthem]

She's biting her lip now, a snort breaking free every now and then as she tries to talk steadily and not just start laughing all over again after getting herself under control.

"I think your shirt shrank."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony's only real response is to brush at the shirt he's wearing.

"It's not my shirt, it just came this small."

[smarterthanthem]

"If it's not your shirt then why are you wearing it?"

Clementine folds her arms now, openly grinning. "Something happen to yours?"

[arrogantalloy]

"I'm wearing it because it's not hot pink."

He takes a sip of the wine casually.

"I traded for this."

[smarterthanthem]

"What's wrong with pink?"

Clementine happens to be a fan of pink, thank you very much. Maybe not hot pink though but she's still affronted. "Did you trade it with a kid, because I think you came off badly in that exchange."

[arrogantalloy]

"With pink? Nothing, pink I can work with. Hot pink, really is only acceptable on girls, women, and the 80's."

He looks down at the shirt then back at her.

"Really, I've worn less in public. It's not that bad."

[smarterthanthem]

"The 80's?" That reference is way before Clementine's time. She is however willing to concede the rest of his reasoning. "Well, you sure don't look like Barbie so maybe it's for the best."

Her eyebrows raise, "So you're okay so long as it's not the worst you could look?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Other people would apparently disagree with you there on that."

Other people that used to fly space ships annoyingly enough.

"I like to call it working with the resources I had, to improve the situation."

[smarterthanthem]

"Not unless you manage to barter for a big blonde wig too." Clementine counters, grinning.

"It's not what I'd call improving but so long as you like it, I guess."

[arrogantalloy]

"I don't need to, Rogers is all the blonde wig I can stand." Tony comes back with, for all he knows, this little girl has no idea who Steve Rogers is. But then again, Tony's usually off in his own world and never the real one.

"You haven't seen a 49 year old man in hot pink, believe me. This is a better look. Also, weirdly liberating."

[smarterthanthem]

"Rogers... do you mean Steve?" she says in surprise. He's the only tribute she knows of with that last name. "I think if you tried to wear him on your head he'd squash you."

Clementine snorts, biting her lip against more giggles. "Are you going to keep it, then?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony's eyebrows slowly rise at her making the connection of Steve. Of course she knows him, he probably helped her across the street or got her cat out of the tree like the boy scout he is.

"I don't need to wear all of him. Just his hair."

He doesn't seem at all bothered by her amusement.

"Well it was technically a gift, so throwing it out would be rude. Doesn't mean I plan to wear it again. Unless there was a specific reason for me to."

[smarterthanthem]

"It'd look weird with your beard." Clementine points out. "He'd look worse bald too." she reaches up to adjust her hat a moment. "The person who gave it might be offended if you only wear it once."

[arrogantalloy]

"Well sure if you're going to point out everything wrong with the plan. It's, going to sound bad."

He starts off with giving a bored look but after a beat he grins.

"Uh, yeah I don't think she's going to be all that upset about it to be honest."

[smarterthanthem]

"Maybe you should make a better plan then." she says playfully to Tony. "The stylists have plenty of dye."

Clementine isn't surprised that it's a girl he got the shirt from. "Well if you're sure."

[arrogantalloy]

"I never said it was a great plan, it was just the plan I'm going with." He looks even more amused, on the verge of a chuckle really.

"I'm sure enough for now. I guess."

[smarterthanthem]

"Okay but just remember he's bigger than you when you try it." Clementine says amusedly. "You'll want to use some kind of stealth attack."

[arrogantalloy]

There's a slight pause.

"Are you talking about width or was that some poor attempt at calling me short?"

Really, he's the third shortest out of his avengers team, and it bugs him more than it really should.

[smarterthanthem]

"There's nothing wrong with being short." Clementine says because hey, she's short and she gets by just fine, thank you. Being small has its advantages. "And I didn't say that, just that Steve's taller thank you, is all. That doesn't make you short."

[arrogantalloy]

"Says the 6 year old."

He gives her a half roll of his eyes. Admittedly, he never really had a problem with his height until the Avengers had become a thing.

"Yeah, well... Okay sure, he's just tall"

Tony starts clear but ends in a mutter, she did have sort of a point but the main reason Steve's height bugged him so much is because it had previously been joined with a look of great unimpressedness, something Tony didn't at all react well to.

[smarterthanthem]

"I'm 11, not 6." Clementine corrects him with a slight huff. She's mostly sure he got that wrong on purpose.

"Why's it bother you?"

[arrogantalloy]

"You're age isn't the point, it's that you still have growing to do, so you being short isn't a big deal."

He pauses then gives her a bland look.

"People like to point it out a lot."

People meaning Thor, really.

[smarterthanthem]

"I've always found being small pretty useful. I don't know how I'd feel if I got real tall." Being small and sneaky suit Clementine much better.

"Sounds like they're jerks."