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thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
- albert heinrich,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- jet link,
- joan watson,
- roland deschain,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ bro strider,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ buddy glass,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cecil palmer,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ edward nygma,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gannicus,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ helena wayne,
- ✘ hiccup,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ jennifer blackwood,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ mariko shinobu,
- ✘ matt murdock,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ molly hooper,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ rosalind lutece,
- ✘ rose lalonde (alpha),
- ✘ shaggy,
- ✘ sirius black,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ thor odinson,
- ✘ tony stark
Kevin's Crowning
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.
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.
i know i tagged with thor but district matess
Now seems as good a time as any to get the awkwardness of introductions out of the way, so Dave heads toward Gannicus at his table and points at him like he's the Fonz. "Ayyyy, matching shirts, bro." He says, just as Gannicus decides to shed his. Christ, that's just not fair. "Whoops, scratch that."
hoo yeah dee nine
"I do not care for it! Remove it from sight, then I shall not be asked to wear it once again." Shirt thrown, Gannicus raised a sprinkled hot dog in toast to his fellow District mate. "This food, however, I care most fucking deeply for."
Truly heartfelt sentiments, but from a man still in blissful ignorance about the effects the food he had feasted on in the Arena.
you know what they say about d9 boys etc
"Thanks, Santa." What the hell is he going to do with it now? Is tossing it on the ground a faux pas? He'd better just drape it over his shoulders and see if he can pawn it off to someone who hates their shirt more than they'd hate purple.
Dave gives him a thumbs up in return, but he's raising a brow. "Really? I didn't have you pegged as a guy who likes sprinkles on his hotdog." He truly is a strange and beautiful creature.
all butterflies and rainbows, i'm sure
"Gannicus," He corrected readily, not knowing where on earth the young man got 'Santa' from. Gannicus certainly didn't care what Dave did with the shirt as long as it was far, far away from him by the time the next stylist tried to coerce him back in to its confines.
Gannicus took another bite of the hot dog, oblivious to whatever criticism it was that Dave had of its contents. He shrugged expansively.
"In the land I call home, we feast as gods on far worse." A swallow, then he adds: "I have never known the luxury of bread with dog flesh."
and secrets, it's why gannicus' hair is so big
"Yeah, the food is crap where I come from too." Space food fucking sucks, he'd never been more excited to eat meat but.. Wait, what? "Yo, dude. It's not real dog, it's mystery meat. I think. I hope, anyway. Kinda hard to tell with a Victor this creepy." He trails off before he realises he's doing the confusing thing again. "Point is, it's not dog. It's probably raccoon."
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Raccoon. Okay than.
"A beast I am unfamiliar with."
Not that he cared. He'd still eat it - and enjoy it - either way.
"What land do you call home?"
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"Texas. America. But it stopped being my home before I got here." Now would be the time for a dramatic stare into the distance, but he's just going to give Gannicus an appraising look. "Are you from Asgard too?" He might have met Loki already.
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Asgard, however, he had heard of. Gannicus laughed abruptly, thinking it clearly a joke.
"Many a time have I been hailed a god, but in truth I am a man of more earthly pursuits," He grinned around a fresh mouthful of hot dog. "What moved thought to assume so?"
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When Gannicus laughs, he wants to backtrack everything immediately and pretend he never said anything. Alas, he needs to follow these things up.
"I dunno, you're buff and have long hair and you talk like you're a badass Shakespeare." Now that he thinks about that, it was a flimsy justification. "Where are you from, then?"
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"I stand Celt by birth," He explained, picking a little at the paper plate before him. Talking about home and belonging was always a complicated subject with anyone who had been a Roman slave. "Many of my years were passed upon soil of Italia, but I hold no particular place to title of 'home'."
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"At least you're from Earth." And that earns him a pleased smile. "We earth bros gotta stick together, there are aliens everywhere here." He looks suspiciously around, as if he isn't close friends with most of them.
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"It was one of their number that seized victory from hands," He adds darkly, remembering the explosion that Garrus had swept them both up in during the final stages of the arena.
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"Oh yeah?" He cocks his head to the side, wondering if it happens to be one of his aliens or one of the many he doesn't know. "What's it look like?"
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Garrus's claws had ripped through the soft flesh below his ribs, gouging long punctures. Gannicus could feel their sharp bite, and unconsciously moved a hand to press against the bare skin of his abdomen.
"A fucking beast. I will not allow their kind to take victory from me a second time."
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He waves a hand flippantly, not outwardly put out by what he's saying. "I haven't seen a killer budgie around here, but he sounds like an asshole." He reaches out for a moment, like he's going to pat Gannicus on the shoulder before he changes his mind. "You win, buddy. You win for all us humans."
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"What power do these fucking people call upon," He wonders aloud, eyes fixed on some distant spot as he speaks around his hot dog, "To conjure living corpses with faces of those we hold to heart?"
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"I wish I knew, man. The stunts they can pull off are unbelievable. They brought my Bro in once, brought him to me all dead and weird and then after that they brought him back again." He has no hold ups babbling about how pissed off this makes him. "They'd do anything to make us sweat. Bitches."