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[neclectus]

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

Comments

Diana | OTA

[lassoftruthiness]

Obviously her Stylists had seen and made note of something from the Arena, because Diana found herself dressed in a gown clearly made to reference her armor, complete with mock-ups of her bracers and tiara.

This was humiliating and offensive on so many levels Diana had been struck speechless at first, then she kept her silence until she was sent off to the party itself, which took place so soon after her return from the Arena she hadn't had time to seek out anyone she knew beforehand.

As soon as she was free to move about on her own she headed straight for the deck and the railing looking out at the water. She removed the tiara from her elaborately braided hair, drew back her arm, and whipped it out into the darkness. There was a splash and it wasn't quite as satisfying as it would have been with her powers, but it made her feel a little better.

She went for the bracers next.

[amoral_savior]

Women were, well, they were scary at the best of times, but Topher was bored and maybe a little lonely, so when he saw the woman standing at the railing he tooks a quick gulp of his beer and ambled over careful not to get too close to the railing.

"Don't think they'd like that." There's probably a lot of things they wouldn't like such as how he'd dismantled a computer in his room. "They went through all that hard work to make sure we looked as foolish as possible and everything."

[lassoftruthiness]

"I'm not terribly interested in what they like," Diana said, unclasping one bracer at last and bending it--flimsy trash that it was--into a more aerodynamic shape. "And this is beyond foolish, this is thievery. To take my people's culture and dress it up to advertise their barbaric games--" She scowled, unable to think of a strong enough word to use.

[amoral_savior]

"Yeah, I'm sure they're all about cultural rights and everything." He shouldn't be so flippant about what she was going through. What they were going through, but jokes were much easier to toss around than actual feelings.

Topher reached out for the bent bracer. "We play nice and they won't forget about us in the arena or whatever. I think I'm getting the idea behind this whole Gladiator thing they have going on." His smile was light, not quite forced but nothing like the easy grin he offered back home. "Topher Brink."

[lassoftruthiness]

She sighed. "I suppose this is low on the list of their crimes, but it feels like a slap in the face." She handed over the bracer with a bemused expression, though she managed a smile for the introductions. "Diana Prince. I'm afraid I'm not always the best at playing nice in these sorts of situations."

Re: Diana | OTA

[revvinguptheharley]

"Ooo~ A strip tease? Count me in!"

Harley stood, shadowed by the light of a door frame. Her bright eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. Her own dress was a slinky red number with black diamonds and a matching domino mask. Her hair done up in pony tails with twirls on the end. It seemed her Stylist and her had made some kind of agreement.

"You know it's alot cooler when you use that Tiara as a weapon." She struck a pose like she was going to throw a Tiara of her own despite not having one.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana turned to Harley, still not entirely accustomed to having her back to the woman without concern, even if they'd never really had the same level of animosity between them as most others. "That one wouldn't have made much of a weapon," she said, ignoring the strip tease comment and hoping Harley wasn't going to start tearing off her own clothes. Although it would have made quite the statement. "Too thin and soft, and terrible balance. You look much more comfortable than I feel."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley gave a twirl and her slinky dress seemed to glide with her.

"Thank you~ My stylist and I have come to an arrangement. I get what I want and I don't pin them down and give them a haircut!" She cackled gleefully recalling the tense negotiations.

[lassoftruthiness]

"Sounds like you drive a mean bargain." And was saving her violent impulses for the Arena, apparently, which was good for both the city's citizens and Harley herself, if the veiled threats Diana heard often had any truth to them. "I think I'll have to take a page from your book, next time. I give terrible haircuts."

Re: Diana | OTA

[whosalicewhite]

"Hardison would hate your outfit." It's meant to be a compliment.

Parker, pink head to toe, including hair, make up and skimpy dress, looks downright offended on her behalf, as she watches parts of the outfit were still left to head over the railing.

[lassoftruthiness]

"I would agree with him," Diana said, taking the statement as meant well, if not necessarily as complimentary. She looked up at Parker and stopped whatever she was going to say next at the sight. "You look...," Pink, somehow, seemed too obvious and it's startling at least partially because Parker had not come across as much of a 'pink person' in their talk. "Monochrome," she settled on, eventually. It's accurate, certainly.

[whosalicewhite]

"He gets super upset if someone draws you wrong. Getting your outfit wrong?" Parker whistles like a bomb's about to drop.

"I look like that stuff people drink with a bad stomach." Parker doesn't like it enough to call it cotton candy. She doesn't want to associate anything here with stuff she likes.

She is not a pink person, but her stylist keeps trying to make her a pink person. Someone should tell said stylist that Parker can never be what others want of her.

[lassoftruthiness]

"I think they meant it to look like this. And the dress isn't so terrible, I've seen worse adaptions, but the fact that they would copy the sacred images of my people--well, in any situation that would be infuriating, but to do so for the sake of their Games is...super upsetting," she finishes with a sigh.

"I'd say that's an apt description," agreed Diana, smiling wryly. She might have kept from voicing that thought to avoid offending Parker, but it's not like she chose the outfit herself.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine found her in the shadows and went up to her. "Need any help?" he asked, uncertain how she would feel seeing him. He didn't know if he had found out how he had died in the Arena yet or not.

[lassoftruthiness]

"Blaine!" Diana turned to him, startled out of her rage. She hadn't a chance to seek him out before they'd forced her onto the ship, and checking the video to see what had happened to him after their separation hadn't even occurred to her yet. All she knew was that they'd been forced apart and he was out of the Arena shortly after.

She moved forward instantly, instinctively, for an embrace, then stopped. In the Arena he hadn't turned away from her, but he had also been distraught, had little opinion on anything. She didn't know if he was thinking any clearer now, or if that meant he would reject her for her failure to protect both him and Kurt. "Oh, Blaine," she said, staying a few feet away. "I am so sorry."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine, however, closed the distance between then and hugged her close. "You don't have to apologize to me," he said. "You did everything you could. You were amazing in the Arena." He was completely serious in his voice as he spoke. He clearly doesn't blame her for anything.

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana returned the embrace gratefully. "Thank you," she said. "I'm glad to see you safe again. Well," she drew back and corrected herself, "Relatively speaking."

Re: Diana | OTA

[andproper]

"...Don't you like them?" Maybe the blonde girl should have asked a different question than that. Or better, minded her own business... but when she saw what was clearly a tribute expressing so much rage, it made her very worried about them.

[lassoftruthiness]

"No," said Diana, in a low, furious voice, before she turned and saw who was speaking. She immediately softened. "No, I don't. It's...disrespectful."

[andproper]

The frown clearly said Prim didn't understand, though even as her brow furrowed her eyes stayed on Diana's. "Is it something to do with your home?" she asked.

[lassoftruthiness]

"Yes, that's right," she said, and tapped a bracer. "These are from--that is to say, they're copies of what I wear at home. A long time ago my people were taken captive and forced to wear these, with chains. When they escaped they vowed to wear them so as to never forget what happened. For my current captors to force me to wear cheap copies for the sake of appearances, I find it very disrespectful."

She held out a hand. "My name is Diana."

[shinyisfalse]

Peeta had never reflected on this, but boys definitely had it easier when it came to being dressed by their stylists. They didn't have to worry about dresses, or tiaras, or being put in one color versus the other. They had a whole lot to worry about otherwise, but not so much when it came to the clothes.

Then again, Peeta was still being dressed by his stylists in clothes that complimented Katniss', and everyone else here had to be dressed just for themselves. Still, it was fun to see someone rebel in a small way.

"Now that would have been a fun party game. See how far you can throw parts of your clothes, but mostly the ones that you hate. I wore a flaming head piece and cloak, I would have loved to throw that off fast."

[lassoftruthiness]

Diana couldn't help but grin at the boy. "I think if you were wearing that you should volunteer to let everyone else use to burn their own clothes." She looked out over the water speculatively. "I'm trying to decide if the satisfaction from throwing my shoes overboard is worth the discomfort of going barefoot the rest of the night."

[shinyisfalse]

"That's a good idea. I'm going to ask my stylist if I can borrow that set for a day. We could have a big bonfire on the top of the training center," Peeta gave it some thought. Katniss might love that, they could explain it away with the whole 'girl on fire' thing, it wouldn't be brighter then any of the normal lights in the Capitol...

"I think I saw rugs on most of the floors, but you might get your feet stepped on all night. Have you seen how pointy some of those shoes the women are wearing? Like walking on knives. I don't know how any of you do it."

[lassoftruthiness]

"Wouldn't your Stylist object to the burning of a fellow Stylist's work? Or are they the competitive type?" Her smile widened. "Either way I would love to attend such an event. It would be very cathartic.

"It takes practice. And they make it difficult to run, even with that practice, but they can come in handy in certain situations." Diana didn't often utilize a pointed heel in a fight, rarely had the need, but she'd heard plenty of stories from her colleagues who preferred the style.