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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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"Made you look like a clown too?"

Parker's pink: pink dress, pink makeup, and pink hair. Cotton candy attacked her.

Usually, she doesn't talk at parties but this is a tribute she doesn't recognize.

Impossible to miss the walking parade float, but when the woman addresses her, there's definitely a note of surprise. Parties aren't her thing because they don't exist, and breaking the ice at home is a matter of making sure the other person doesn't want to kill or rape you. Probably both is usually the answer.

This is all supposed to be jovial and celebratory. It's weird as fuck.

"Made me look like a moving target," Julie agrees, picking up a piece of the dress and letting it fall down again. It hasn't escaped her notice most of the women are dolled up in a way that reminds her of some of the old paintings she'd dug up before. Or Barbies. Really elaborate Barbies.

"You look, uh..." She waves her hand in a circle vaguely. "I mean, could be worse." Nora would have a goddamn field day here. "I kind of like the hair."

Parker is totally with the weird as fuck opinion. Considering the celebration of death, and the people wandering about as if they are completely safe from anyone picking their pockets, this place is like a thief's dream and nightmare, in one.

There's got to be a reason they all feel safe, but she hasn't figured out why yet.

"I'd be okay if it was only the hair." Yes, she would rather walk around naked than this hideous dress. She doubts even Sophie could find something redeemable about it.

And here comes Parker's inability to do small talk, or normal person conversation. "I don't know you."

Point. The dress had way too many intricacies to be, well, realistic. Julie might've not been up for dressing up every day -- and she might've strayed from the plain route if the apocalypse had allowed for it -- but this was ridiculous. Fluffy layers of material she didn't even recognize, enough pink to look like some ridiculous combination of cotton candy and bubbles.

Funny that the party dress was more ridiculous than the princess get-up.

Julie's eyebrows raise high. "Likewise. I know you're good at skipping the ice-breaking." Which she was all for, too. What was the point of playing nice with everyone? "Julie." She skipped the Grigio. One: had no meaning here. Two: skip the wine jokes. "I've been here, uh. Couple of days. Fresh meat."

"Parker," She wouldn't give a last name, even if she bothered to have one. "Been here a few months."

Don't ask what Parker did to the princess dress. By the time she was done with it, that dress was far more warrior princess, and much less Snow White.

"In the arena?"

Parker, huh. No last name required there, either. Cool. It reminded her of home. Reminded her nothing mattered in the long run there, either. Supposedly.

"Yeah, the arena." What was she supposed to say, that that was her first time? Considering the whole regeneration thing, she was starting to get it -- that was the point. Recycle, reduce, reuse. She bet Dad would stop to admire that kind of thinking. The foresight it'd taken to figure out that system.

"You've been in there more than once?"

"Been in the arena twice. First one was chilly. Second one was creepy. Singing and talking animals, so weird." Parker shakes her head. At least in the snow, it made sense, though the oranges in the other arena was good.

"Got killed by some bitch with bubbles, the first time."

Twice. Jesus. Julie tries to remain passive, sure, but there's definitely a look of disgust that crosses her face. Dying once was bad enough. Twice? Was there a way to get out without dying? She still didn't understand enough about this fucking Game. Shouldn't they get some kind of rule book for it or something?

Talking animals. Was she talking about the puppet things, or -- huh. You know, somehow talking animals wouldn't have surprised her that much. Life was fucking weird.

"Bubbles?" She cants her head to the side, more confusion than disbelief. "How the hell did you get killed by bubbles?"

Parker shrugs. Her first death isn't clear to her. It happened too quickly. One second she was in the arena, and then, waking up, being told she lost the game.

"Don't know if it was bubbles, or an arrow, but she made bubbles. Magic." See, that makes perfect sense?

"Everyone here'll kill you."

In a way, Julie's still struck by how surreal it is to talk to someone who's died, even having died herself, about how someone gets offed. Even if it's by bubbles, it still -- it bowls her over. Bringing back the dead. Every time she thinks about it, she thinks about R. Mom. Nora's little brother she only ever mentioned once.

Magic. Julie mouths the word to herself, a question. In a world where bombs and humanity and zombies had destroyed everything she used to love, the word magic is still beyond her. A fairytale.

"Not everyone." She snaps it before thinking twice, then realizes wow, that makes her sound crazy. Or like a pacifist. Not anymore. "I didn't know at first, I mean. No one told me anything."

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