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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2015-01-20 10:58 pm

The Crowning Of The Signless

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.

Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.

The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.

But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.

Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.

The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.

Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.

Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.

The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.

Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.

Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.

A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.

Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.

If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.

The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!

[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
voiceinthephone: ([KING OF FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA])

A because he's gonna need some booze to get those bugs down

[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-01-25 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Piers would have a friendly glass of wine placed beside his plate and a kind but weary smile to accompany it. Gray had seen Piers in the corner and, while there had been a few scowls, he had a mission to make any Tribute he ran into feel comfortable. After all, people survived best in groups. Piers looked like a soldier, a man ready for combat and, if anything, he'd be a good ally to have on the former guard's side.

"You look like you've seen a lot of action," Phil started the conversation off with, "I can somewhat assure you, there's nothing to worry about in this event." That and the Peacekeepers were doing their rounds, "It's all pretend...even if it's without some tact. They're not poisonous if that's what you're, um, wondering."

cries deeply... are you sure that's all you need...

[personal profile] ex_boltaction835 2015-01-26 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to actively not to talk to people. He has too many questions, but finding the right people isn't an easy feat. The soft thunk of the glass settled beside him brings him to look up and assess the tired smile and possibly the most honest eyes he's seen all night. While drinking isn't something he'd looked into doing, he decides that he'll pull the bottom of the glass towards him.

Good faith maybe? It feels like making allies is the wrong thing to do with this sort of game... but at the same time... it's probably worth a shot.

"A decent amount, yeah..." he offers, finding that it's almost a relief to talk to someone here. He shrugs slightly and finds that his own lips pick up as he looks along the table. "Guess it'd be in bad taste to poison their only form of entertainment... you been here long?"
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[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-01-26 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"A few weeks at most," Gray answered, "Was, uh, reaped right out of a very bad situation." He stopped for a moment, "Not that it was a workplace hazard, just got careless one night." And that's all he's saying about that unfortunate night. In fact, he takes another glass for himself.

"You wouldn't be the first soldier here, you might get along with your Tributes if you talk to them. I know this is a game to the death but survival is best in numbers. It..." Phil tries to be as relaxed as possible as he says this, "Makes for great television. New arrival?"

[personal profile] ex_boltaction835 2015-01-31 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd hate to see bad TV then..." Piers says, fingers tightening a little around the glass now. Great television. Clearly no one's heard of Saturday morning cartoons if all they're watching is a systematic slaughter of people over and over again. He looks down at the glass and pulls it towards him, contemplating the lip of it with his lips drawn thin. He notes the other taking a glass for himself and slowly brings the edge of the cup to his mouth, resting it a little. "Funny they tell you to "play nice" at a party like this and expect you to kill each other off like it's nothing later on. Like a really crappy soap opera." The concept still baffles him, but crazy is as crazy does.
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[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-01-31 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Phil smiled a little forlorn at the thought, "Apparently, any death outside the Arena are permanent so it's better that we're all good little boys and girls to each other and save our hatred for the Arena. Nothing personal."

He kinda liked this one, and decided to be a little more candid, "You'll have good odds there if you know how to survive. I give myself two weeks tops." Human interactions were at a premium for him, especially because of the Arena. "What's your name? I'd like to keep an eye out for you."

[personal profile] ex_boltaction835 2015-02-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
The fact is casually slipped into the conversation and makes Piers stop just a little, his lips twisting slightly. He files it away, managing a sip from the cup and letting it sit on his tongue. Bitter, but not awful. He wasn't planning on talking much, in truth, finding himself a little more comfortable observing others mill about the ceremony, but at the same time there's a slowly welling comfort that comes from a stranger's smile. A weird understanding. This situation is fucked.

"Piers Nivans," he responds, thumbing the bottom of the glass. "You? I'd like to know the name of the guy who says he's only gonna make it two weeks tops." He inclines his head a little. "Might surprise yourself. And everyone else."
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[personal profile] voiceinthephone 2015-02-02 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Phillip Gray, Phil for short," he responded with only a slight tumble to his voice. He almost called Piers sir out of respect for the dogtags hanging around Piers' neck. "I know my chances aren't great...you've seen some of the Tributes here right? Some of these are built for survival. I'm a blue-collar worker who got snatched up here and taken."

That was only partially true but Nivans was probably the last person he should talk about obstructing justice. "May I sit with you for a while?" he asked permission either way, "I've been standing around all evening and the bugs don't go down easily."