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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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Prim didn't know Momoko. But she had a sculpture, so maybe she was a tribute? It needed exploring at least... So it was that the thirteen year old began moving toward Momoko, studying the ice sculpture between glances at the woman.

"Yes?" Momoko asked, when the glances became too annoying to ignore. "Did you want something?"

"Are you a tribute?" she asked, biting her lip at being caught. She hadn't meant to annoy. She just needed to know.

"I was, not anymore. I won, last time. You are one, aren't you?" It was a mostly rhetorical question, children were rare at these sorts of parties if they weren't Tributes.

Prim shook her head no, though - she wasn't a tribute. "I'm Prim," she told the woman, biting her lip a little. She wondered if this girl had been there long enough for that to mean anything.

"Katniss's sister."

"Not a Tribute?" said Momoko, surprised. "Katniss...the one who won with her boyfriend?" She frowned. "If you're not here as a Tribute, aren't you a little young for parties?"

"I needed to meet the tributes," she protested, fidgeting where she stood.. Prim needed to make sure they were alright after all.

"Why?" she asked, not understanding why anyone would care if they weren't a Tribute or former Tribute or obsessed like the Capitol Citizens. "Are you a fan?"

"I would have been one, though" she pointed out. "If Katniss hadn't taken my spot..." Then none of this would have happened, she thinks. Only she would be dead.

Momoko blinked. "You can switch places with someone?" She hadn't paid much attention to the Games before her arrival. "I didn't know that. They should have kept that rule, I could have tricked someone into taking my place." She said this automatically and refused to think about how much she'd changed, since her first Arena, since even before that, since Ichigo's arrival at her family home. About how unlikely it was that this was still true.

"I don't think they want that anymore," she said, frowning faintly at the woman's attitude. "At least now people don't die," she added. She had nothing to say about the woman wanting someone else to replace her.

"They die," Momoko corrected absently. She looked away from the glacier sculpture. "We don't stay dead but, but we still died."

She nodded, feeling a little sad. "At least it's over now," she said.

"Mostly," Momoko said, looking out over the Tributes who still were to be sent back into the Arena. "Not completely over, though. It won't be over until I'm back home." Until they were all back home, she supposed, although if it was between her and everyone else...

Well, she wasn't entirely sure what her answer was and that was somehow more upsetting than automatically assuming she would leave everyone behind without a second's thought.

Maybe it meant she was growing. Maybe she didn't know who she really was. ...That was what Prim would suggest, if consulted. Not that Momoko was asking for opinions.

"I bet they can," she said, mostly for the listening Capitol's benefit. "If they have enough time."

"Of course they can," Momoko said scornfully. "They brought us here in the first place, didn't they? They just don't want to, yet." Yet, she had to believe it was a yet.

"I don't know if they have that much control over it, though," she admitted, voice very soft.

If they could pick who they picked up, and from where, she thought they'd have ore of a pattern to their choices... Though they did seem to pick up a lot of people from the same world, sometimes.

"They control everything," Momoko said, voice cold, deadpan. "They've made that very clear."

"I don't think the device they're using is the same," she pointed out, a little nervous about even thinking that the Capitol might be less than perfect in their control. They might not like her saying it. But the fact is, she doesn't know of them sending anyone back at all.

Momoko scowled. "If they can bring us here, they can send us back," she said firmly. "It's one of the ways they control us, along with everything else. Dangle our way home in front of us if anyone looks like they're stepping too far out of line."

"Maybe..." The part about control is definitely true, and she doesn't think her arguing it would be approve. She's still not convinced that they can send people back to their own worlds that easily, but she doesn't want to argue it further.

Maybe Momoko needs to believe it.

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