The Victor is...

[gamemakers]

Who| EVERYONE. IC participation is mandatory (OOC is not, you may handwave)
What| Momoko's victory crowning
Where| The ball room
When| The Wednesday before the next arena.
Warnings/Notes| None atm.

The party was styled for Momoko.

The tables were covered in lace, delicate dishes and silverware, flowers that fell from vases covered in Victorian paintings. It was the most extravagant tea party to ever be thrown, with tiny, thin china cups and a too many tiny little finger foods being passed around to count. The ballroom has been styled in extravagant Baroque, as the Capitol was fairly liberal with their adaption of historical time periods.

The costumes were just as liberally chosen, from tall, powdered wigs holding birdcages with live birds, clearly hailing in the style of Marie Antoinette to regency gowns gathered under daringly (and occasionally outright) exposed busts to tight corsets and the skeletons of skirts exposed and decorated. A quarter played live music at one end of the room, before a wide dance floor.

At the head of the room there was a long table with a throne for Momoko, as elaborate as anything else in the room. And along the long table, group close to those who they seemed to enjoy, was a place for many of the Tributes, with a small place card that said "Special guest of The Capitol." This table was fed first, received drinks first, and was clearly favored.

Any Tributes not seated at the long table with their peers were dispersed among the the smaller table spread about the room, left to rub elbows with the guests invited from the Capitol, and the reporters covering the event. Security was, if anything, tighter than the last crowning.

These people have seats a the big kids table. You guys are free to decide who sits by who (And if three people sit by one person, don't worry too much about it) but they are, when possible set by their friends:

Atticus Bell
Draco Malfoy
Chibi-Usa
Dr. Grey
Adel
Tony Stark
Howard Bassem
Javert Neeshka
Vanessa Carlysle
Lindsey McDonald
R
Albert Wesker
K
Alpha
Diana
Katurian
Aunamee
Maximus
Blaine Anderson
Alex Rider
Glinda
Gaila
Parker
John Watson
Lottie LaBouff

Comments

[big_badass_hero]

The last time Chris had been in a hall anyehwere close to this extravagant it had been the police Station back home, the grand ballroom was the quickest way to get to the back hall where the S.T.A.R.S. office was. This... awed him a little. He was amused the stylist dressed him in green, it had been the color of his uniform back home, the gold trim though, he could pass on and the tights... what is it with them putting him in skin tight clothing?

Finding his table though hadn't been that hard. And really all he wanted to do was disappear. This crowning bit... Was sicker than the games in a way, more twisted, just showing the others in the arena that they failed to win their freedom right? Though in this place... The arena's at least more sane. I can understand fights, politics... that was more Wesker's thing. He did glance up to the big table glaring at Wesker a moment.

[teethofneedles]

Karis flops down at Chris' table, shooed in by her handler. Karis snarls a curse after her and then stares at Chris sullenly. She's dressed relatively conservatively - not showing off cleavage, at least - but the black dress she's wearing has some eye-catch red piping and lace on it, especially around the neck.

"This is bullshit," she finally snarls, "I'm not a damn dress-up doll!"

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had to laugh, if only because his thoughts were echoed in the woman's words. "I don't know you don't look horrible in the dress. But yeah, this is all too... 'rub it in your face' for me."

[teethofneedles]

Karis narrows her eyes at Chris. She really is in an absolutely terrible mood right now.

"They told me I'd be fighting, not... this."

She picks at her (sharpened) teeth with a bony finger, looking irritable.

"Breathers. Surrounded by idiot breathers."

[big_badass_hero]

He quirked a brow at that. "Breathers?"

Okay the sharp teeth little creepy, but not the worst he's seen around here.

[teethofneedles]

"You know, living. The un-undead. They breathe. Breathers. You."

Karis leaned forward on the table and her fingers rattled against the surface in a little tattoo. She gave Chris a sardonic grin.

"Karis Needleteeth, Forsaken. At your service."

Although the way she said it, it was fairly clear she didn't intend on serving anyone.

[big_badass_hero]

To be honest he hadn't noticed she was undead until she said that. "Okay, really this place starting to become a breeding ground for the Damned? No offense. Chris Redfield, S.T.-" Yeah they don't exist here, "District 8."

He wasn't going to ask, one thing it was rude, and he really didn't care for that sort of thing.

[teethofneedles]

Karis blamed the makeup, personally. Hiding her beautiful rot and all of that.

"If I'm damned and you're stuck here with me, I wonder what that makes you?" Karis mused, tapping a finger against her chin, "Look, Chris, you really ought to be more... open-minded about us vitality-challenged types, you know?"

[big_badass_hero]

That works, Damn the Stylists and their expert care!

"Cursed." He chuckled. "You're not the only one walking around though. There's a kid, well teen." He shruged. "Kind of hard to when you've been chased by a pack of decomposing mutts, and saw your best friend getting eaten for lunch."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda was doing anything she could to avoid going to the big table. She didn't want to be scrutinised by those who would be looking at her. She didn't care for her dress either. It was too revealing for her tastes and Glinda was finding the undercorset far too tight compared to her normal corsets.

"Mister Redfield." She greeted, pausing by his table. "How nice it is to see a familiar face." The witch admitted.

[big_badass_hero]

"Lady Glinda," He smiled, standing to be polite, "At least you dress up better." Hey he was going to enjoy the dress on her okay? "Never thought I'd be glad to be picked out of the crowd."

[itwasrhetorical]

"In this crowd I should imagine it would be difficult for any to be picked out." The one small mercy that Glinda had found was that she was at least allowed a fan. She kept it furled in her hand but ready to whack any of the Capitol men who got too friendly. She pressed her lips together. "It really is a little too much of everything." She sighed with a shake of her head, it was so tasteless and tacky for things to be so needlessly extravagant.

[big_badass_hero]

"This isn't as bad as the mall day after Thanksgiving. Hated working those shifts back home." Because short staffed police department, yeah the special teams would be sent in for extra assistance if needed.

"They're not giving you too hard a time are they?" Yes he had seen the fan and figured it's purpose. If she felt she needed an escort he'd play white knight for a bit. Would keep him out of trouble at least. "I agree, but then again I'm used to a party being a grill, some beers and a few pals hangin' around. I keep thinking I'm going to get snapped at for grabbing the wrong fork here. Who needs five forks at once anyway?"

[itwasrhetorical]

Chris had said so many things that Glinda just didn’t understand that she was left smiling politely and nodding. She wouldn’t wish to be impolite after all but she really did have no clue what a ‘mall’ was. Glinda grimaced slightly. “Nothing I am uncapafied of handling. Some merely need to be rereminded that that a Lady is not there to be handled by any but her husband or her doctor.” Not that she had a husband but the point still stood that she didn’t care to be manhandled.

His comment about the forks did make her laugh however. “If you work from the outermost to the innermost that helps.” She confided in a poor attempt of a whisper.

[big_badass_hero]

He caught the grimace and sighed rubbing the back of his head with a small laugh. "I didn't make any sense did I?"

Though he did grin at her fork comment. "It's that easy? Boy now I really feel like an idiot." Though hey, he was still grinning so if he could laugh about it had to be okay right? "Just shows I don't do the formal stuff that often."

[itwasrhetorical]

"It seems our worlds are very different indeed, Mister Redfield." She lightly commented, not wishing to make him feel discomforted.

"Finishing school for two years certainly had it's advantages, but not many that are of great usage in the real world." Not unless you were a witch and a politician such as Glinda.

[big_badass_hero]

"Yours has magic so I agree."

"Yeah, I didn't do the school thing. Did what I needed then went for training."

[itwasrhetorical]

"You are an officer?" She asked curiously, the parallels with Fiyero were beginning to make her a little uncomfortable.

[big_badass_hero]

"Yes ma'am, Air Force then a unit working just above the police. Kind of like a City guard I guess."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda stiffly nodded. "Quite like a city guard, yes." Oh Ozma preserve her. She flicked open the fan and began using it for it's intended purpose. "It's rather warm in here." She excused herself and she mentally contemplated the similarities. Perhaps she merely was drawn to that kind of person. "Such a noble calling, Mister Redfield, your family must be ever so proud."

[big_badass_hero]

"Just a little, I'm sure when the party goes full swing it'll only get worse." He watched her a moment. "Perhaps some fresh air will help?" God knows he could use some.

"They were." At least he liked to think his parents were. Since it was just him and Claire now, and he had to play this game until he could get back to his kid sister.

[president_evil]

As if on cue, Wesker turned from the conversation he had been having with the tribute on his right and looked across the floor, gaze landing on Chris' unerringly.

They eyes were shuttered away behind his dark lenses, per usual, but somehow there was still weight to his stare. A power.

With a lilt of his lips, his lifted his glass in a small, silent toast.

So sorry he's an ass today.

[big_badass_hero]

Chris scowls a moment turning to talk with one of the Capitol residents that had bumped into him.

The toast was lost on the grunt sorry Wesker. Call again later.

You know you love it, Chris. You can't lie to Wesker.

[president_evil]

Wesker just chuckled under his breath, wonderfully amused, and turned back his neighbor.

"An old friend," he explained at their curious expression, sipping gently from his cup.

Like the plague. And he so can!

[big_badass_hero]

Chris sneezed apologizing. Was probably the woman's over the top perfume... Seriously did she bathe in the stuff?