The Crowning of Albert Wesker

[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone in the Capitol.
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.

The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.

For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.

And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.

Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.

[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]

Comments

DOWNSTAIRS: Primrose (OTA)

[andproper]

Prim wasn't really sure where in this big place she was allowed to go. She wasn't a tribute, or a mentor, or even technically a citizen. She was, however, tiny - and so she mostly went wherever she thought she should be, and waited until someone told her she couldn't be there.

The downstairs area seemed open to her, so far. The upstairs... she wasn't sure about. She wasn't sure she really wanted to go somewhere like that, anyway. The people down here were the ones who had done worse in the arena, after all. The ones who didn't want to kill, or weren't quite as good at it.

She was starting to give up on any idea of actually helping them, after the last party - though at least she did bring some basic medicines with her, this time - but... She still wanted to get to know them. She was living with them, after all.

[big_badass_hero]

"You look a little lost," Hey Chris can be nice to the kids, and with how she was sneaking around, he didn't want her to get hurt. Besides he had seen her around, not in the arena, but around the area.

[andproper]

Around was pretty much where Prim could be found. She liked to wander, and meet the people. It was nice.

"I've never been here, before," she admitted, looking into his eyes.

[big_badass_hero]

"Don' worry I won't rat you out." He grinned at her. "So looking for someone or just around?" He met her gaze with a friendly one. He was going to try his best not to scare a kid.

[andproper]

"Just meeting the new people...." she said, a little uncertainly. She was a bit nervous in all honesty. A victor party? With everyone who had died gathered in one place/

[big_badass_hero]

"New, oh you mean new tributes? Some of them should be around." He could see she was nervous. "Want to stick near me a bit? I don't mind." He held out his hand. "I'm Chris by the way."

He wouldn't be offended if she didn't introduce herself.

[andproper]

"I'm Prim," she offered anyway, taking the hand. She didn't mind sharing. It seemed like a perfectly natural continuation, to her. Most everyone around knew who she was, anyway...

[big_badass_hero]

He remembered that name from the mentor families, hey he'd been doing some reading. "Katniss's sister right? District 12?"

[andproper]

She nodded, not entirely surprised by the recognition. A lot of times tributes didn't recognize her name, of course - or Katniss's. But she's never tried to distance herself from her sister. Being recognized through Katniss has become something of a second nature to her.

"They brought me here..."

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian saw the girl and frowned. Fuck she probably was younger then Debs, why was she here? Who makes kids like that fight to the death.

[andproper]

She noticed him, too, blinking up. "Hello," she offered, smiling.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Hey," he grinned at her, because if she were here to fight that wasn't her fault and he wasn't going to make her feel shit about it. "Enjoying the party"

[andproper]

She wasn't. Though she knew a lot of people were. Prim was just there because she was Katniss's sister.

"It's very nice," she declared - politely. She didn't know whether he was a tribute or a citizen. She did know Wesker didn't seem like a nice person. But nobody could really afford to be nice in the arena, anyway.

[wantwhatiwant]

"Yeah," He looked around, "Even if it looks like Disney gone goth, the food is good."

And hey if they wanted to feast them before sending themselves to their death like some kind of creepy ritual sacrifice Ian wasn't complaining, about the feeding anyways.

[andproper]

"You mean like the arena?" She'd heard a lot of people referring to a Disney land. If that was what Disney was like, it must have been even worse than the capitol. Unless that was just what the Capitol wanted to spread about?

[wantwhatiwant]

"Didn't see it." He told her with a shrug, "I just got here, does it look like this?"

Because fighting to death in a creepy version of Disney, not his thing.

[andproper]

"A little..." she said, wishing it wasn't so etched into her head. "Only a lot bigger. And with rides..." Broken down rides.

[whosalicewhite]

Here's a thief in a Cheshire Cat dress, and a Cheshire Cat grin.

"I found Eliot."

Prim was the only one to help her look.

[andproper]

"Really?" She's surprised by Parker's appearance. But happy, as well. The woman's found her friend.

[whosalicewhite]

"Yeah, when I was throwing things at Lindsey."

True facts, alas. 100 percent truth.

[andproper]

"...Don't they look the same?" she asked, curious. She hadn't thrown anything at Elliot, had she?

[whosalicewhite]

"No," Other people might say exactly, but Parker has different standards.

"I don't want to kill Eliot when I see him. I always want to kill Lindsey."

They differ in gut reactions.

Oops. >,>

[andproper]

"Oh." She wonders how that works, if they're supposed to look the same. "How else do you tell them apart?" she asked, a little confused. She couldn't really imagine such a gut wrenching reaction, in honest. Except maybe when she saw her sister. That was love, though, not hate.

Re: Oops. >,>

[whosalicewhite]

"I just know it." It's the truth. She looks at Lindsey and sees Lindsey. Only for that brief time in the first arena, when she didn't know of Lindsey's existence, was she confused. Even then, she knew something was wrong. For someone as impulsive as Parker, gut reactions are a way of life.

And Parker loves Eliot, in her own, twisted sibling-esque way.

Now, Parker has to think like she isn't Parker, which is difficult, given she's Parker. "Shorter hair?" It's a question as it doesn't factor into things, for her, "and he looks weaker."

Re: Oops. >,>

[andproper]

"...You must spend a lot of time with them," she said, thinking on what Parker had said. It didn't make a lot of sense to her, really. She did't get how someone could want to jut hurt someone else.

She supposes maybe she'd recognize Katniss, or Buttercup, or Lady...