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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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Harley was enjoying herself immensely so far. She felt like such a high class dame in her red dress with three black diamonds on the skirt. She had finally reached an understanding with her stylist to the point she even got to wear her domino mask. No white makeup though. Just black lipstick to match.

Sauntering over to the bar she ordered "Gimmie a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster." She purred to the bartender with a wicked smile.

Even Harley had a soft spot for the classics.

She hadn't noticed Eddie yet, scanning the crowd for more familiar faces. As nice as the party was, she was beginning to long for the few people she knew in this crazy mixed up world.

A girl like Harley craved attention.

Eddie was more than willing to give her attention. Maybe not the kind she wanted, but attention nonetheless.

He arched an eyebrow at her order and blew a little smoke in her direction. "What the hell kinda drink is that?"

Harley sniffed at the smoke her cute little nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Ever been hit in the head with a brick?" She offered in a deceptively cheerful tone.

"Imagine if it was a gold brick. Then had lemon wrapped around it." The drink was delivered to her and she scooped up the high ball glass sipping it and puckering her lips with a happy sigh.

"Hey, whatever makes you happy, sweetheart," Eddie says with a chuckle, moving over to her.

Her shiny black lips pouted, "What would make me happy is someone with a sense of humor around here. Everyone is all...highfalutin hoity toity types. The kind I used to mug for their jewels." She rolled her eyes and sipped the drink again.

"Highfalutin hoity toity." He grins. "Yeah, sounds about right."

Feeling more lubricated Harley addressed the man again, "So how'd you die pornstach?" She had found it was actually easier to tell who were tributes and who weren't around here.

Capitol folks had a way about them. It wasn't hard to tell them apart.

Well, no one ever accused Eddie of fitting a mold, and he was out of uniform tonight, so she could be excused for the mistake.

"Oh, sweetheart. I ain't a Tribute."

"Pfft." She almost spat out her drink. "No really? You? Not a tribute? Now that IS funny. You look just the type. That nice solid jaw you could crack walnuts with. Those piercing punch me eyes."

She sighed and spun on her stool. "Well I guess I've been wrong before. Alot in fact."

"Sorry to disappoint you, doll. Capitol, born and bred," Eddie said with a smirk, tapping ash from the end of his cigar. "Been out in the Districts for a while, but they brought me back to look out for you lot."

"The districts huh?" She spun again and hung backwards her head hanging so she was looking at him upside down.

"So what are they like?"

"Depends on the district," Eddie answered, waving his empty glass at the bartender until he got a refill.

She rolled her eyes apparently unamused by how vague he was.

"Well start with District nine. I'm supposed to be fighting for them after all. Might as well get the ground report."

To be fair, it was a bit like asking what America is like. That's a lot of information to cover at once.

He grinned, though, at her question. "Flat," he said.

She looked...unimpressed and thunked her head on the bar.

"Boooooring." She complained like a child.

"Well, maybe someday you'll see for yourself. Then you can tell me if I'm wrong," Eddie answered with a smirk.

"Not if I'm lucky." Harley groaned sitting up again. "I'm a city girl. That down home Midwestern style isn't my thing." She declared immediately drawing a line between her district and what flat meant where she came from.

"Then you probably don't need to worry about any of the districts, sweetheart," Eddie answered.

"Really?!" That seemed to confuse her and she sat up again "There aren't ANY other big cities? ANYWHERE?"

"'Fraid not," Eddie said with a smirk.

"What happened?!" She flailed her arms comically. "Is this all there's ever been? How big is this stinkin' planet? And why has NO one ever heard of Oreos?!"

"War, famine, flooding, you name it," he answered. "Haven't you been given the spiel on that?"

She shook her head, ponytails bobbing in time. "What got everything all...plaguelike? Did some super villain finally follow through with a destroy the world plan or something?"

In reality Harley had already had this explained to her...but at the time she had not been at such rapt attention. It was all in how the story was presented.

"All kindsa things at once," Eddie said, but really? He didn't come to a party to give a history lesson.

"Why don't you ask your mentor?"

Harley scowled and sighed.

"It's true what they say." She muttered, "Nobodies got no class these days. Pretty girl who's probably gonna die again soon is asking some little questions. And you're too busy to even humor me."

And to top off that rant she blew a fat raspberry at him.

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