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Who| Timaeus Nadir and all his guests. If you are in the Capitol, you've been invited!
What| A spectacular Viewing Party and opportunity for tributes to get sponsorship
Where| The Victoria Ascendant, on the lake
When| After the most recent death roll!
Warnings/Notes| Probable skeeviness of the Nice Guy variety.

Welcome to the Victoria Ascendant, latest in the Ascendant line of luxury yachts as built by the Nadir company. Tonight, the Victoria Ascendant is the stage set for a spectacular party, also paid for by the company and specifically designed and organised by a team of event specialists overseen by your host for this evening, Timaeus Nadir- wealthy eligible bachelor, melodramatic heir apparent to the company chair, frequent sponsor of the Games. The Victoria Ascendant is fully equipped with every obscenely luxurious item imaginable, and practically drips opulence.

When first welcomed aboard you will be assured that your every need will be seen to, your every desire catered for. Staff are on hand to answer any questions you might have or guide you to various areas of the ship, provide you with food, drink, or suggestions of how best to take advantage of the Victoria Ascendant's many amenities- they are here as hosts, but also as salespeople for those of the guests with money to burn- this party is serving more than one purpose. Tributes who responded to their invite will also receive a delicate, hand-written note in a golden envelope as they board- the content of which will be posted as a reply to their response to this post.(I'll do this once your character turns up.)

Although the Victoria Ascendant has a magnificent dining room for formal, sit-down occasions, the food for the party will be circulating the various lounge areas and decks. There is also a buffet table, for those of you who prefer to help yourselves, and a fully stocked bar. Provided are a baffling variety of foods and beverages, seemingly unconnected- but each tribute will find that if at any point during their stay in the Capitol they have requested a particular food or drink item, it is available here. Or, at least, the closest approximation the catering staff could conjure up. Seating is provided in intimate groupings around tables for the most part, though there are large, sprawling couches against the walls. Central to the dining area is a magnificent aquarium filled with brightly coloured fish. Anyone looking closely enough will recognise them- varieties of piranha- but don't worry, they've been more than adequately fed and the glass is thick.

While there are various screens displaying the Games throughout the ship, Viewing is also taking place on an enormous screen, set up in a seperate lounge area with full floor-to-ceiling windows all along one side. Here, staff wait to take bets or help organise the giving of sponsor gifts. Large, comfortable couches line the room, and the central table overflows with a spectacular arrangement of edible flowers and fruit.

Later in the evening, you will be told that the firework display is about to begin, and invited to go up onto the main deck to watch. The fireworks themselves will be launched from smaller boats across the lake, and the display is set to be truly spectacular. It will be set to some music that Tributes may find familiar- various melodies pulled from the most recent Arena. The large swimming pool on the deck is open, but it is too early in the year to be comfortable to use. Instead, it is being used as an unusual centrepiece for the evening. Floating in the illuminated water is a gigantic iceberg, sculpted into a stylised model of the current arena and populated with frozen figures. Eagle-eyed Tributes may be able to spot themselves depicted in ice- more often than not, the moment of their deaths are the pose of choice, if a little tweaked for the sake of a more dramatic scene.

Enjoy!

Adachi · Ariadne · Asha · Atticus · Beck · Blaine · Calico · Callista · Chris · Diana · Don · Eddie · Eponine · Eva · Gaila · Glinda · Harley · Howard · Julie · Kurt · Marty · Maximus · Momoko · Neffa · Parker · Peeta · Phil · Pruna · R · Sigma · Some · Thane · Timaeus · Topher

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Calico spends a little time posing for cameras and then simply exploring and loading up on food before she comes to find Eva. But find her she does. Dressed in a demure (for Calico) sailor suit dress, she almost dances over to her old friend, cursing people who cause the plate she balances on her upturned hand high in the air to wobble. Calico's missed her old friend, and for once her smile is completely genuine.

Once over at Eva, Calico plops down, one leg crossed over the other, with her plate of food balanced on her knees. Eva will see now (and probably smell) the eyewateringly spicy food that fills Calico's plate.

"Man, I've missed the heat! How're you doin', Evie? Missed me?" Calico cackles before beginning to eat. "WOW WHEESH this stuff is HOT!"

"I did!" Eva leans in to give her old friend a light hug. "I saw what you were up to. Sorry we couldn't be tearing up the town together."

None of Eva's benders have wound up with her in rehab. Yet. She nibbles at her candy flower and takes a drink of wine.

"Trying to burn your tongue off, dear?"

"Yeah." Cal rolls her eyes - but then remembers and grins. But her happy expression doesn't quite reflect in her eyes. "Morphling addic', righ'?"

She carries on eating, munching on the hot food. "Yeah. Bi' of flavour, you know? I ain' had flavour for months an' months! So what's the deal here then? Some other big shot? How're my lot shapin' up in the Games?"

"I've never known you to try morphling, but you know how most of us Mentors are. At least they stuck with one of the drugs of choice instead of something more exotic."

Eva reaches over to pick something off Cal's plate. "Oh, I don't know. I don't really watch for your Tributes. Now, District 3's..."

She glances over at Maximus and leers, then winks at Calico.

"Yeah well... first time for everythin', ain't there? But that'll be the last. I'm off it, Evie. Morphling, alcohol, you name it. I ain' touchin' the stuff."

She glances across at Maximus and lets off a low wolf whistle. "Now he is a bi' of a fox! Are you gonna go for it?"

"Better you than me. I think if I had to sit through one of these events sober I'd throttle someone. Although I did stab Bickle through the hand last time."

She covers her mouth and chuckles. "I don't think he'd be interested in an old lady whose underparts are dusty as the crypt."

"That... that is way too much information, lady."

Calico lets out an unrestrained cackle. "Who knows? He looks pretty old 'imself. Maybe 'e's on the prowl too?"

As for sitting through events sober... thank goodness Calico is generally optimistic. She is well practised at smiling when she wants to scream.

"Wait, you stabbed Bickle? WHY? More to the point, how did you get away with it?"

She rests her chin on her hand and considers. "No, he doesn't seem like the quick lay type. Too upstanding. I'll need to find another muscular Roman to prey on."

Eva leans her head back and laughs. "Well, I don't remember most of it, but according to the police report he hit me first. I was pretty deep in my cups at the time."

"Bloody hell! You were arrested?" Calico's mouth falls open, revealing a smush of chewed chicken before she remembers herself and swallows quickly.

"I mean, are you alrigh'? Were you, I mean? Geez, Eva!" It's a hiss now, under her breath as she grins for anyone who cares to watch.

"The hell were you playin' at, getting arrested?"

"It wasn't a full arrest, no. They just split us up and Cruentus made scary faces at us." And it's a warning to Eva not to go toeing the line again. "Besides, you know he deserves it. And they fixed him up well enough."

She takes another piece of Calico's chicken. She acts as if the whole affair doesn't bother her at all. It's a lie.

"Even still, woman!" Cal shakes her head and then bends closer to Eva.

"Look, what I'm sayin' goes no further righ'?"

She pauses for all of a breath whilst she ascertains that Eva isn't going to tell. She's grinning and hopes that Eva will copy her expression. Her hand goes up to cover her mouth so that any cameras which happen to be spying won't see her lip movements.

"That were a totally different kinda rehab and not one you wanna experience, Evie. So keep it up and smile. We'll get 'im in the dark one night - but no more public fracas or you'll wake up in a frigging white cell. Got it?"

She leans away and starts to laugh, as if she's just told the most outrageous joke. "How hilarious is tha', Evie? An' you better be leavin' me some of that chicken. Although... PUDDING time!"

Eva does a perfect job acting like they're continuing to gossip about all the attractive Tributes around here. She even throws a few more lecherous glances at Maximus, for effect.

"Believe me, Cal, I know exactly what I'm doing." Also a lie. "I won't be running my mouth off like some people I could talk about."

She accents that last little bit with a fingerwag, then turns to the buffet. "Pudding sounds lovely."

"Oh bog off. Lesson learned." Calico chuckles and eases herself up of the sofa. "He is cute though... Man, I have to find me a tribute too."

Because that's exactly what the Capitol want to hear about, isn't it? A couple of old bags gossiping about the poor Tributes as if they were mere sex symbols.

"Right. What do you want? And none of this 'I'm dietin' nonsense, Evie. Big slices all round with double cream to go with it."

"I suggest looking at District 12. That Mr. Stark may be up your alley." She raises an eyebrow. "If you're lucky, possibly literally. I hear he appreciates the ladies."

Eva gets up and dusts some crumbs of appetizers off her dress. "I can't tell whether I should be flattered or not that you think I'm dieting. Anything with spiced chocolate, Callie."

"'S been a while, Eva. You're looking skinnier to me. That was the good thing about rehab, though. They made sure to feed me up."

She pats her hips; compared to her waist and her chest, they are wide, but she truly isn't bothered by her figure.

"Ooooooooh Spiced chocolate? Getting funky there! I'll do my best."

She dances over to the buffet tables immediately, and begins to sweet talk (or jabber to death) an Avox so she doesn't have to actively look for the sweets. Plates soon in hand - avoxes tend to speed up for Calico to get rid of her - she bounces back over to Eva and hands her a delicate concoction of spiced chocolate mousse garnished with a Chinese lantern fruit, and with a little jug of double cream. Calico herself had gone for a more straightforward chocolate torte slice (or two).

"So tell me... Stark? How old? I'm not into OLD men."

"How is that any different than most of the Capitol?" Eva has a heavier figure than most in the Capitol, but she's a healthy enough size. If anything, she wishes she could put a little more on; it might serve as a deterrent against some of the more shallow Sponsors.

Oh, who's she kidding. They're all shallow. She follows Calico and loads her plate up with the mousse and grabs a hot chocolate with chile pepper and rum.

"Oh, not that old. Younger than me, at least. Maybe forties? He certainly runs in league with the youngsters here, and besides, you know what they say about experience."

"Very true!" Calico laughs.

As they sit again, Cal tucks into her chocolate torte. "Now this - this is HEAVEN! But - you know what I was thinking about the other day right? What about glitter - for food? How amazing would that be? It could be like - like sprinkles on ice cream. And a really sweet, light dusting on top of this torte. You reckon they could cook that one up?"

Her mind had tended to wander during her incarceration, especially towards the end, and she had daydreamed constantly about the outside world.

Her grin becomes a bit more mischievous though, as Eva describes Tony.
"Ooooh, Evie. You're gonna have to introduce me to this one. He sounds like someone who deserves my ENTIRE attention." And as shallow as the sponsers can be, well, Cal needs some way to entertain herself too.

"You'd just have to find the right person to create some Capitol magic like that. Although to be honest, I don't know if I could handle any more glitter. Any time I spend more than a few hours with you I end up with glitter lodged in places I didn't remember I had."

As if to illustrate, she picks a little bit of glitter from behind her ear. "See, you're positively contagious."

Eva leans back against the couch an grins. "I haven't met him. I've only seen him on the screen, but I do believe you might get along rather well."

Calico cackles again.

"I think you've been savin' that one all these months, Evie. I ain't gone near glitter... yet."

She's totally going to fix that problem in a while though; for the next few weeks, she'll be literally dripping sequins. And so will all of her tributes, if Calico gets her way.

"Oh yeah? Well, you'll have to point him out. Is he dead yet?"

"I don't believe you. I shower too well for glitter to last that long!" Eva laughs and takes a few more sips of her alcohol.

"Let's find out." She takes Calico by the arm and guides her to one of the TVs, instructing an Avox to look for a channel displaying the District 12 Tributes.

"What? Seriously?" She allows herself to be propelled along by Eva, but she's obviously not thrilled about the entertainment Eva has in mind.

"My first day back and you want me to watch this trash-" She panics as she realises she grumbled aloud. "trash-talking foreign lot?"

She recovers almost imperceptibly. She means it though.

"I ain't that desperate to see 'im you know?"

Eva leans in as if she's just tittering about the cute men to Cal. Her whisper is anything but trivial, though. "If they're packing you up and sending you off, you need to play the part better. Pretend to be excited."

Then she leans back and points to Tony. "There, that one. What do you think? He could do with a shave, but couldn't they all in the Arena?"

"Yeah yeah yeah... mom." Calico laughs again.

She sounds relaxed, but she's anything but. She's kicking herself for slipping so soon. Especially as she's been lecturing everyone else all night.

"You would think, with these extra-long arenas these days, that they'd give the Tributes razors or something, wouldn't you? Just think of all those split ends as well..." There. That's nonsensical enough for the Capitol.

She studies Tony for a minute and then slowly licks her lips, giggling.

"You're right, Evie. He is pretty wow. I wanna see him without all that hair though first."

"I'm just glad they haven't made the games ultrasensory yet. Someday someone's going to invent Smell-o-Vision and we'll find out what all those Tributes stink like in week six..." Eva pinches her nose comically.

"Maybe I could set you up on a date," she says. "I do have my connections. Why not use them?"

"Don't even JOKE about such things, love." Calico looks positively alarmed.
"It was bad enough after like, a week, d'you remember? The LEAST they could do is give 'em bloody shampoo every week."

You know what all of Cal's tributes are receiving next arena... she actually looks like she's thinking about it too, as a practical solution to stinking. Screw the food. Give 'em soap instead.

"Bit pathetic, innit? Being set up? Nah, I can get a man on my own, babe. It'll be right."

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