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thecapitol2013-12-09 07:18 pm
neclectus) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-09 07:18 pm
Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eva salazar,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ julian bashir,
- ✘ julie grigio,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ timaeus nadir
People In Glass Houses...
Who | Timaeus Nadir and guests
What | Timaeus is hosting a picnic get-together/catch-up.
Where | The picnic will be taking place in the Tropical Habitat Dome.
When| We'll be using a bit of wibbly time so that people who want to attend can.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
(This is an opportunity for me to make some new CR as well as catch up with ongoing relationships, but I also want to encourage tagging around between characters! Feel free to do whatever you like in the setting with whoever you like! Also I will be backtagging this so don't feel you've missed the boat if you haven't tagged in immediately <3)
Timaeus certainly knew how to organise a gathering- even if it wasn't an outrageously opulent celebration to be held on one of his own yachts. This one was to be held under the expansive dome of the Tropical Habitat- the entire location rented out for the day to Timaeus and his guests, a loosely private affair- formal invitations as such hadn't been extended, but those welcome knew they were. Naturally, all tributes and victors were included in this group.
The Dome was a beautiful piece of architecture in itself, though antiquated when compared with the technology used for the Arenas. Rather than invisible forcefields, the climate of the interior was separated from the outside by elaborately curving steel and glass. Inside, tropical plants of all types thrived- there was a still, green pond and, deeper inside, a cascading waterfall. Butterflies in hundreds of colours, sizes and shapes flitted about, tropical birds swooped between the trees, brightly coloured fish darted in the water.
Blankets and cushions had been scattered in the main clearing with hampers of food, but there was plenty of space for the guests to break away from the gathering if they so desired- the dome was full of winding paths through the greenery- some even climbing around the trunks of the largest trees and leading to viewing platforms above. In a temporary gazebo in the clearing, a string quartet played music that wasn't quite the classical pieces Tributes were familiar with.
Timaeus himself seemed in a brighter mood than he had been for months, more than happy to make conversation with anyone who approached him- though he was certainly keeping an eye open for particular individuals. Some that he'd met, some that he'd lost and had returned to him, and others still that he had yet to meet.
What | Timaeus is hosting a picnic get-together/catch-up.
Where | The picnic will be taking place in the Tropical Habitat Dome.
When| We'll be using a bit of wibbly time so that people who want to attend can.
Warnings/Notes| None as of yet.
(This is an opportunity for me to make some new CR as well as catch up with ongoing relationships, but I also want to encourage tagging around between characters! Feel free to do whatever you like in the setting with whoever you like! Also I will be backtagging this so don't feel you've missed the boat if you haven't tagged in immediately <3)
Timaeus certainly knew how to organise a gathering- even if it wasn't an outrageously opulent celebration to be held on one of his own yachts. This one was to be held under the expansive dome of the Tropical Habitat- the entire location rented out for the day to Timaeus and his guests, a loosely private affair- formal invitations as such hadn't been extended, but those welcome knew they were. Naturally, all tributes and victors were included in this group.
The Dome was a beautiful piece of architecture in itself, though antiquated when compared with the technology used for the Arenas. Rather than invisible forcefields, the climate of the interior was separated from the outside by elaborately curving steel and glass. Inside, tropical plants of all types thrived- there was a still, green pond and, deeper inside, a cascading waterfall. Butterflies in hundreds of colours, sizes and shapes flitted about, tropical birds swooped between the trees, brightly coloured fish darted in the water.
Blankets and cushions had been scattered in the main clearing with hampers of food, but there was plenty of space for the guests to break away from the gathering if they so desired- the dome was full of winding paths through the greenery- some even climbing around the trunks of the largest trees and leading to viewing platforms above. In a temporary gazebo in the clearing, a string quartet played music that wasn't quite the classical pieces Tributes were familiar with.
Timaeus himself seemed in a brighter mood than he had been for months, more than happy to make conversation with anyone who approached him- though he was certainly keeping an eye open for particular individuals. Some that he'd met, some that he'd lost and had returned to him, and others still that he had yet to meet.
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"Katniss saved me," Prim admitted. "She took my place. In the last arena. Before all this started..." She wonders, sometimes, if that didn't start all this. She might be a little convinced.
"She won by blowing up the food, though. She knew she could survive better than the other tributes, if they didn't have all the supplies" a small pause. "I think you should play to your strengths. If you could take out ye stronger people, you'd only have the sneaky ones to worry about. You should probably ally with them..."
She thinks about these things a lot. Not quite intentionally - but what else is this to do when the games are everywhere?"
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He looks her over, tilting his head. She never looked like a soldier of any kind to him. She still doesn't strike him as such now.
"You want to know true what all is held writ upon his home? WHAT HE THINKS?" He asks. He pauses, then; "Allies are a weakness, sister. YOU COULD MAKE YOURSELF THE STRONGEST AND SNEAKIEST WHAT ALL THERE IS. Means shit if they can touch your ally. MEANS MOTHERFUCKING SHIT IF THEY CAN HURT YOU THROUGH THEM. That is all why your Katniss found for me. THAT IS WHY HE WONDERS WHAT ALL WOULD BE SAID ON A SISTER PRIM SPEAKING TO HIM NOW."