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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

Glinda | OTA

[itwasrhetorical]

The motion of the boat was making her feel a little sick.

And it wasn't as if Elphie was here for her to hide her face in her shoulder and try to ignore it as she had done on the journey to the Emerald City. Glinda's legs were shaking underneath her dress and it was taking the best of her social graces to keep herself from asking to go home. Somehow she didn't think Eva would be terribly forgiving if she did request to leave immediately.

She could be found on the upper deck most of the time, trying to catch a breath of fresh air and shivering slightly from the cold on her bare arms, desperatly trying to ignore the ice sculpture.

[lessthanelementary]

Neffa found quickly that he preferred outdoors to indoors. It was prettier; less confining; less bright. The constant, glaring light of the screens grew wearying after a while, even when he wasn't paying attention (with all his might) to what was taking place on them.

A good strategy, in a place you were feeling uncomfortable, was to seek out someone more uncomfortable than you were. He pegged the girl standing shivering on the deck for a Tribute right away - the people of the Capitol never seemed bothered by weather (or gravity, in some cases) in their outrageous costumes, and they tended to act like they wanted to be here. The girl on the deck was null for two.

One of the mute servants stood nearby with a tray, and Neffa braved her politely blank stare to pick up two flutes of some delicate, bubbling thing and move toward Glinda, switching on his most sympathetic smile as he caught her eye - warm, a little hesitant, Hello, I don't know what I'm doing here either.

"You look like you want to forget you're here," he said, and lifted the glass in his left hand briefly in greeting. "As I sympathize, I've come to help."

[itwasrhetorical]

She hadn't been expecting for any of the other tributes to actually approach her. Why would they? She was barely worth notice. Admittedly, getting through to the final weeks of the previous arena had gotten her admittance and invitations to a few more parties than when she was first brought to Panem but she was still a hopeless pacifist.

"I--" She was startled at best and immensely grateful in all honesty. Glinda glanced about for any that might be listening in on their conversation. "Yes. Thank you. I was merely trying to escape the Sponsors for a while. Some of them can be awfully...tactile."

[lessthanelementary]

Neffa gave a sympathetic wince. He'd been on the receiving end of a good deal of leering, but thus far no one had tried anything more offensive. It was, he supposed, different for women.

It gave him a direction to take his handling of the conversation, in any case. He slid smoothly into sympathetic concern, taking a casual sideways step to put his shoulders just a little more squarely between her and the crowd-- not outright protective, but a pointed closing off of the conversation. He proffered one of the glasses.

"Here-- it's the only safeguard I can offer, but so long as you're holding it, half of them will have lost their excuse to speak to you." Creativity, he had noticed, did not run strong among the Sponsors - save standouts like Timaeus, most of them had no real ambition outside of brushing, however briefly, with the Tributes' strange brand of fame.

"You don't even have to drink it," he added-- and with a wry grin, "Though I find it helps."

[itwasrhetorical]

Out of manners alone Glinda took the glass offered to her. It would have been frightfully impolite not to take it after all seeing as he had gone to the trouble of procuring it.

"You're very kind." She told him. Only a select few of the candidates had spoken with her that evening, they were far more interested in the sponsors that were also attending the party. That he had taken time away from charming the sponsors meant a lot of her. "I apprecify this greatly, thank you."

Glinda peered down at the glass he'd given her, almost curiously. "This is alcohol, isn't it?" She asked, more in a statement than a question. "The last alcohol I drank was defectacated." The witch informed him. "It had a most unpleasing taste and aftereffect."

[lessthanelementary]

Defecta--? Neffa paused, understood, and let it go without comment. Perhaps it wasn't her first drink of the evening.

"Did it?" Sympathy was easy to keep up. "I've a friend with whom strong drink simply doesn't agree-- perhaps you're the same way?" It was unlikely that it disagreed with her in the same way it did with Surri (he doubted very strongly that she was an elementalist), but he had no personal experience from which to relate. This seemed an unfortunate place to be unable to drink - in his opinion, there was very little else that made it bearable.

[itwasrhetorical]

Sadly it was.

"I am uncertain. Until I was brought here I had never tried it before. It isn't polite for women to imbibe after all." Not that the women of the Capitol seemed to have the same problems. "But it seems I have forgotten my better manners." Something that she was most embarrassed about. The best that she could while feeling nauseous Glinda bobbed a small curtsey. "I am Lady Glinda Ardunnea Upland, of the Upper Uplands, Good Witch of the North." She announced herself.

Re: Glinda | OTA

[andproper]

Prim recognized the shaking - as a healer, she was used to signs of illness... though not exactly to sea sickness. No. Her instant worry was over whether the woman was sick, or maybe suffering some after effect of being brought back to life by the capitol. She instantly yearned for her herbs, and wish she'd thought to try and sneak some medicine onto the boat. That would have to wait until the next party, though.

Sidling up toward Glinda, she tried to offer the woman what little support she could. "Are you feeling okay?" she asked.

[itwasrhetorical]

It was a child.

Glinda's heart sank into her stomach at the sight of the girl. Surely they weren't making children fight now? "I find myself feeling worserer by the moment." She confessed, going paler as she tried to fathom what kind of government would allow a child to fight to the death for entertainment.

[andproper]

They were always making children fight. But no, the curious little girl here wasn't a tribute.


"I could try to treat you," she offered, stepping closer. "I don't have any medicine on me, but..."

[itwasrhetorical]

As a leader in government herself the idea was purely repulsive. The whole institution of the Hunger Games was bad enough but when it affected the innocence of children. Her stomach turned.

"What's your name, dear child?" She asked, thinking that focusing on the little girl might distract her more than if she continued focusing on herself.

[andproper]

"Prim," she answered, tryig to give the woma a reassuring smile. Her heart was't entirely in it, though. She was far too worried about Glinda.

[itwasrhetorical]

"Such a sweet name." She complimented. Another rose, how uncommon. "Are you with you parents?" She sincerely hoped so.

Re: Glinda | OTA

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had spotted her as soon as he boarded, the gunner could tell just with how she was standing she wasn't comfortable with the boat.

"Glinda, here, why don't we go have a seat for a little bit, looks like you could use a breather." He slid out of his dress jacket slipping it over her shoulders. If anyone asked and she didn't want to answer he'd just say the alcohol wasn't agreeing with her.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda gave a terse nod. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth then she would feel even worse. Talking seemed too dangerous. Sitting down in a nice peaceful corner would be a far preferable happenstance. Unconsciously she held onto his arm, not liking the feel of how the boat moved and rocked.

[big_badass_hero]

He was careful leading her to a bench, even helping her sit down. not sure if she'd wants him to sit next to her he stayed standing, gently rubbing her back with one hand hoping it helped.

"Too bad they probably don't have ginger ale here, would help ease your stomach." God knows he used the trick enough times stationed on a boat before he was discharged from the air force. He didn't mind her holding his arm though. His mind was reeling on how to distract her.

[itwasrhetorical]

The witch had gone extremely pale in the face and dizzy. "I do not think I care for boats." She announced in a small voice. Oz was a landlocked nation and Glinda had never experiences travel beyond trains. "They're even worser than trains."

[big_badass_hero]

He shook his head and crouched before her. "Hey, it's okay, not everyone can handle it, just focus on something else okay? Like, the firm ground, a street under your feet."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda closed her eyes and nodded. That sounded like what she used to do with Elphaba. But it was far more difficult to do without her there to help. At least when Elphie had been there she would stroke her hair and rub her back until she felt better.

"I do not think it's working." She told him in a delicate voice.

[shinyisfalse]

Anyone could see that this woman didn't want to be here. The poor woman, which escort dragged her here to make sure she was seen for the next arena? It really wasn't fair, but there wasn't anything to be done for it.

So when he found her still sitting there on his second round around the ship, he had with him a few pieces of bread. He slowly came towards her, holding out the plate they were on.

"Here. You don't want to eat too much, but if you nibble on it, it might help settle your stomach a little bit."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda looked up with some surprise on her face at being addressed.

"Oh. Thank you. That's terricationally kind of you to think of me." She took it from him with a curious glance as to what was on the plate. Glinda really did appreciate it, even if her doublespeak could sometimes make her sound ungrateful.

[shinyisfalse]

Peeta had no idea what that word was. Terricationally? What did that even mean? It seemed rude to ask, though, though he really wanted to know. You didn't always come across some words in a bakery.

"It's really no problem. I know how stressful it can, being here with everything, and then... it's my first time on a yacht, too. I've never been on anything on water before," He gestured to the bread he had brought; it was the kind they made back in District Twelve. This sponsor had really thought of everything.

[itwasrhetorical]

She took it with a grateful nod.

"Oz is a landlocked nation. I had never even seen such a large stretch of water before being brought here this evening." Glinda did have an awful habit of locking herself away at the slightest moments notice while in the Captiol. She did as he had told her and broke a little bit of the bread off and ate a small mouthful. She wasn't sure that it would work but she was willing to try anything if it would help. "Or indeed a boat."

[shinyisfalse]

"Oz, huh?" Peeta said with a small amount of consideration. Not that he had anything else to compare it to, when it came to names of nations. Maybe Panem sounded as odd to her as Oz did to him.

"I hadn't seen either, too. District Twelve is a coal mining district, we don't have any large stretches of water anywhere near us. Maybe a couple of ponds, but the biggest I had ever seen was my bathtub," He smiled. "It's nice, though. Maybe to see, more then be on, though, with the boat."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda continued nibbling at her bread in small chunks and surprisingly she was beginning to feel better with something on her stomach after all.

"I thought it very pleasing to look at but I should agree that being on it is less agreeable."