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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-10-10 08:11 pm

The Crowning Of Clara Murphy

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of Clara Murphy
Where| A refurbished former-medical building within Capitol. 
When| Starting from late afternoon, going into the evening and late night.
Warnings/Notes| Don't forget, peacekeepers are on high alert and will notice any rebellious activity or odd behaviour. 

The theme of the ceremony is corruption and dystopia, with a distinct nod to futuristic aspects and, of course, robots. The room is stark, clean, and foreboding, all done in metallics, crisp whites, and the occasional bit of robotics set up as art. It speaks as an unholy cross between a medical office, a military base, and an extremely well kept prison.

The ceremony is both a chance for Capitolites to have fun and be grateful for the grand and glorious Panem which in no way exemplifies any attributes of dystopia, while also working as a not so subtle reminder to the troublemakers out there of what can happen when things get out of line. Which they surely won't, with all the peacekeepers around.

Tributes are dressed in all manner of thing incorporating chains, rope, caution tape, muzzles, bars and cages, prison stripes, and uniform orange-- all things reminiscent of imprisonment and restriction. Some tributes may be made to look scuffed up, like cartoon-ish depictions of hardened thugs. There are a few references to robotics, and that of evil and corrupt military men and police officers, but all tributes will be marked by some manner of cuff or chain that clearly denotes them as “criminals”.

They’ll also be given a “prison number” that is actually indicative of their district association and an arbitrary letter next to it, for example, someone from district six will have 06 and the first letter of their name. It will be temporarily tattooed somewhere visible on their skin. It can be washed off but it will take more scrubbing than would be done in a single day, let alone a crowning.

The only exceptions to these rules, are those who have been brought to the winner’s table; all those who can be deemed as cyborgs, scientists, and of course, the victor herself. Her throne sits at the head of the table, a robotic contraption that appears almost as though it might encase her. For a crown, Clara has been given one that seems to bear resemblance to a white picket fence, which, when made into a crown, looks far sharper than the idyllic home setting it’s meant to represent.

Avoxes are all dressed as members of the corrupt Detroit military police. The uniforms are naturally given a more sinister edge. None of them are comfortable. All of them are serving “Detriotto” staple foods.

Around the crowning, flat hologram projections of hockey games can be seen. They show the games of a team called “The Rouge Wings” and alternate that with the less spectacular showings of what appears to be a young boy’s hockey team. Commercials fill the times between promoting the work of Capitol’s peacekeepers, showing appreciation for them on an individual level, encouraging obedience in citizens with pleasant clips of peacekeepers speaking to children, and suggesting recruitment in the truly good and noble of Panem. Capitolites may nod along to these as they giggle at the sight of decorative signs, that are most certainly from Clara’s lesser world, about obeying, consuming, and so on, to a less than favourable government. A few posters feature Clara Murphy’s face in four colour palettes, all humorous jabs at dystopia proclaiming; “MOTHER MURPHY IS WATCHING YOU”.

But hockey games are not the only things that can be seen on the projection screens; if tributes take the time to look, they may see their own face projected above in profile and facing forward views like that of mug shots. Though, how the capitol has managed to get these pictures may be entirely a mystery. Besides these mugshots, criminal records are displayed, listing crimes from “lied to their parents” to petty theft to murder. Whether these records are true or not may be up for much debate.

In the mean time, there are plenty of things for party go-ers to do, such as take part in the David For A Day egg and spoon race, in which tributes will all have a chance to dress up (with wigs and matching clothing of all sizes!) as the mysterious David, compete against others, and should they win, be dubbed David For A Day, winning themselves a banner they can wear and a spot at the victor table.

There is also an obstacle course available dubbed the "Clarence Boddicker Memorial Prison Funhouse" designed to look, you guessed it, like a prison. Fun for all ages and demeanours!

For those looking for retreat, there’s a small section cut away from it all, designed to be a pleasant backyard patio setting opened to a starry night sky and small surrounding garden, in stark contrast to the rest of the place. There’s a small area for dancing in, that can really only accommodate one couple at a time, but is nevertheless perfect for a romantic scene. Only two songs play over speakers here, one perfectly fitting, the other a little more jarring. It’s also here that party go-ers can get their picture taken with a life sized ED-209. Many more much smaller ED-209’s can be seen around and within the crowning party. As well as the occasional roomba, which fans of the last arena will surely get a chuckle out of.

As the crowning nears it’s end, those at the victor’s table will be given paintball guns filled up with red paint. They will be ordered to bring the criminals to justice! The criminals being all the other tributes. Those hit with paint will be made to wait within the Memorial Prison Funhouse until all the criminals are apprehended and forced to do their time! No one will be allowed to go back to the tribute tower until all the criminals are caught.
silberfuchs: (serious face)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-12 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Though at the victor's table, Oswald might be the only one with a fake smile. Albert doesn't bother, his mouth set in a semi-permanent line that just comes off as blank with the awful visor that covers his eyes. Aside from Carlos, he also seems to want to avoid those with lab coats too. Being seated next to Oswald isn't his choice. He doesn't know who the man is, but he does know that those who aren't at this table because of some connection with cybernetics are here because they're actual scientists and doctors. And if they're Capitol affiliated? Well, he's not going to trust them at all.

So Albert drinks his wine in silence, glancing at the man to his right with veiled suspicion behind his visor, and wonders just how long he has to sit here before they can leave without causing a fuss with the peacekeepers. It seems as if it will be quiet awhile.
pigspigspigs: (This Leaking World)

[personal profile] pigspigspigs 2014-10-13 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Mandus cannot see Albert's eyes, but he can feel the tension, that palpable, unspoken weight that hangs over the two of them.

So he offers his hand.

"My name is Oswald Mandus." There is no malice or condescension in his voice, but the faint Capitolite accent is unmistakable. "And you are?"
silberfuchs: (smilie)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-13 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Albert Heinrich." He takes the man's hand stiffly, only to be polite, but he gives an adequate shake and a small smile before letting go. He has to be polite not just because of the peacekeepers wandering the event like prison guards but because he does still know his position is a precarious one. He's a District 3 tribute, which means sponsors are slim.

"How are you enjoying the party?" Small talk, his refuge to hide just how badly he wants to claw his way from the table and out the door.
pigspigspigs: (Waking the Doll's House)

[personal profile] pigspigspigs 2014-10-13 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"The party isn't for me," he says, lifting his eyebrows and looking at Albert. You. It's for you. "But I have little to complain about. It's only the flamboyance I take issue with. The ridiculous costumes, the gaudy theme. Then again, what else can you expect? The people here, they relish their shiny baubles, their cult of superficiality."

He spits the word like tar, then immediately takes another sip of his wine.

"Of course," he says, resting the glass back on the table, "I will hold off on such harsh criticisms when speaking with our most gracious hosts and instead focus on the positives. The decadent food, the superb drinks. We all play our little games, don't we, Mr. Heinrich?"
silberfuchs: (draw me like a French girl)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-14 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isn't it?" The parties are all for the Capitolites. Just an excuse for excess and to mingle with the tributes. Their celebrity and pariahship go hand in hand in an odd and uncomfortable mixture of hero worship and near-slavery. Like sideshow attractions. It's almost as gratifying as it is strange to see a native so vehemently against the dog and pony as he is internally.

"Yes, we do, intentionally or not." He sips at his own wine, unsettled though he's not sure why. He chalks it up to his general state of discomfort with the party itself. Even when he wasn't forced into these things, he never liked large gatherings. After awhile they begin to feel somewhat claustrophobic. "I suppose it's worth it to remain well fed and provided for."

He has to play the grateful Tribute, has to act as if he appreciates this entire punch in the face.
pigspigspigs: (The Children Dancing)

[personal profile] pigspigspigs 2014-10-22 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Isn't it?

His lips flutter between a smile and a frown. Albert was right, of course he was right. They made the party for Mandus and his ilk, the Capitolites who parade around in the tacky outfits he despises so very much. He is one of them, trapped in their holding pen. He breathes their filth everyday.

"I'm not like the others, I'll have you know," he says, arguing with the voice in his head and bragging to Albert in the same breath. "I see the way you Tributes struggle. I know the sacrifices you make."
silberfuchs: (rawr)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-22 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"It can be... difficult." He acquiesces like it's admitting some huge flaw in himself, playing the part still. He needs sponsors, they all need sponsors to keep them alive, or in Albert's case to keep others alive. After what Carlos told him, he has no intention of winning whatsoever.

"I appreciate that you've taken an interest, Mr. Mandus. You must have a generous spirit."
pigspigspigs: (And so to The Stoking)

[personal profile] pigspigspigs 2014-10-23 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I take pride in generosity," he says, nodding his head with a smile, folding his hands on his lap. This calms him, thinking about giving. "It is a virtue that is all too forgotten in this day and age. It's so often every man for himself, whether he's gasping on his knees in the Arena or strolling down the paved sidewalks of the Capitol."
silberfuchs: (speech)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-24 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I agree entirely," Albert says in return, nodding and sipping again at his champagne. He can't quite decide if Oswald actually cares or if he's a pompous blue-blood with too much money and an ego that needs stroking. Either way amounts to the same thing.

"It's why when I do receive gifts in the arena, they're not just used for myself. Others need the help as well." He knows he probably shouldn't be using those for others under the rules of the Games, but it's not a written rule, and people can see that in the footage so there's no reason to try and hide it.