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thecapitol2013-12-15 06:36 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-15 06:36 am
Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ cinderella,
- ✘ diana ladris,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ john a. zoidberg,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ perry kelvin,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ zelos wilder
The Crowning of Enjolras
WHO| All Tributes and Victor, plus a few Capitol guests
WHAT| The Crowning of Enjolras
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WHEN| A few weeks after the end of the Arena
WARNINGS| Forced medical experimentation, needles.
The atmosphere surrounding the Crowning is both tense and secretive. The style teams flutter around listlessly, having received no information from which to draft their designs. Newspapers take bets on when it will be announced where the Crowning is being held, descending into grousing when no press release is given. Peacekeepers pour in and out of the Tribute Center, accompanied by scientists who occasionally pull Tributes aside and look at the veins in their elbows. Even the Avoxes seem jumpier than usual.
Aside from the Tribute Center's new giant marble statute of a nude Enjolras, posed like the famed David, one could almost forget the party is supposed to be celebratory.
When the day arrives, the Escorts and their assistants don't lead the Tributes to their style teams to be gussied instead. Instead, they hush the Tributes and bring them to their bedrooms, where a Peacekeeper, a white-coated citizen and several Avoxes await them. The Escorts instruct the Tributes to lay down in their bed and close their eyes, and a needle is inserted into their arms that the Escorts insist will 'take them to the party'. It's soon followed by a series of sensors taped to the forehead.
Just relax, the Escorts say, and they do their very best to make sure their Tributes feel minimal anxiety. If the Tributes resist too much, more Peacekeepers are called in, and the Tributes are forced into submission.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
And that is when the party begins. The Tributes, now dressed in luxurious 1830's French clothing of a quality beyond even what their Stylists could manage, wake up in the front row of a large stone theater setting reminiscent of, simultaneously, Greek and French architecture. The floor of the theater is filled with buffets of every imaginable sort of food. Rose petals fall from the sky, which displays a sunset worthy of award-winning photography.
For his part, Enjolras sits in a throne made of books on the ring of the amphitheater, flanked by Marius, Cosette, Eponine, and bizarrely enough Venus Dee Milo and Ellie, seated on lush pillows and carpets made of dinosaur skin (with the heads comically attached and eyes lolling).
"Welcome, welcome, our Tributes and Mentors, to the first ever somnofestival, sponsored by Hypnogogia!" Caesar Flickerman, noted talkshow host and Games presenter, appears in a fabulous sequined toga in the center of the amphitheater. He doesn't need a microphone; the acoustics here are flawless. "And congratulations to our Victor! Let us hear it for Enjolras!"
He awaits applause.
"As you may have noticed, you're inside a shared dream, due to the just fantastic technology from the Capitol and certain, ah, biological contributions from our dear favorite Aunamee." He holds a hand out and gestures to Aunamee, anticipating wild applause. "We thought that for our most philosophical Victor yet, we should celebrate in a way that's a little bit…cerebral."
Caesar laughs and gestures at all the food, then puts a cheeky finger to his lips. "By all means, enjoy yourselves. Even the most indulgent desserts here won't show up on your hips tomorrow. The party only last three hours, so you might as well get started!"
He vanishes into thin air, leaving the Tributes to celebrate. Occasionally, the Tributes will hear voices in their heads - chatter from the Peacekeeper and scientist and Escort still in their room, in the waking world. Otherwise, this is a party like any other, if somewhat surreal in nature.
-/-
The party begins the same way for all the Tributes. For an unlucky few, however, it soon diverges as they come under an unfortunate glitch in the system.
They'll look around and find only a handful of their fellow Tributes around them. The sky, rather than being a magnificent splay of color, is now blank white, and yet the lighting in the theater seems dim. A sense of panic, detached from any conscious thoughts, surges forth in them like the tide.
For them, this isn't a shared dream. This is a shared nightmare.
WHAT| The Crowning of Enjolras
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WHEN| A few weeks after the end of the Arena
WARNINGS| Forced medical experimentation, needles.
The atmosphere surrounding the Crowning is both tense and secretive. The style teams flutter around listlessly, having received no information from which to draft their designs. Newspapers take bets on when it will be announced where the Crowning is being held, descending into grousing when no press release is given. Peacekeepers pour in and out of the Tribute Center, accompanied by scientists who occasionally pull Tributes aside and look at the veins in their elbows. Even the Avoxes seem jumpier than usual.
Aside from the Tribute Center's new giant marble statute of a nude Enjolras, posed like the famed David, one could almost forget the party is supposed to be celebratory.
When the day arrives, the Escorts and their assistants don't lead the Tributes to their style teams to be gussied instead. Instead, they hush the Tributes and bring them to their bedrooms, where a Peacekeeper, a white-coated citizen and several Avoxes await them. The Escorts instruct the Tributes to lay down in their bed and close their eyes, and a needle is inserted into their arms that the Escorts insist will 'take them to the party'. It's soon followed by a series of sensors taped to the forehead.
Just relax, the Escorts say, and they do their very best to make sure their Tributes feel minimal anxiety. If the Tributes resist too much, more Peacekeepers are called in, and the Tributes are forced into submission.
The first effect is a sort of paralysis - not the terrifying inability to move, but a signal to the brain that says why move? Moving is so much effort. It's quickly followed by drowsiness, and then a chill that radiates from the needle into the body, and finally, unconsciousness.
And that is when the party begins. The Tributes, now dressed in luxurious 1830's French clothing of a quality beyond even what their Stylists could manage, wake up in the front row of a large stone theater setting reminiscent of, simultaneously, Greek and French architecture. The floor of the theater is filled with buffets of every imaginable sort of food. Rose petals fall from the sky, which displays a sunset worthy of award-winning photography.
For his part, Enjolras sits in a throne made of books on the ring of the amphitheater, flanked by Marius, Cosette, Eponine, and bizarrely enough Venus Dee Milo and Ellie, seated on lush pillows and carpets made of dinosaur skin (with the heads comically attached and eyes lolling).
"Welcome, welcome, our Tributes and Mentors, to the first ever somnofestival, sponsored by Hypnogogia!" Caesar Flickerman, noted talkshow host and Games presenter, appears in a fabulous sequined toga in the center of the amphitheater. He doesn't need a microphone; the acoustics here are flawless. "And congratulations to our Victor! Let us hear it for Enjolras!"
He awaits applause.
"As you may have noticed, you're inside a shared dream, due to the just fantastic technology from the Capitol and certain, ah, biological contributions from our dear favorite Aunamee." He holds a hand out and gestures to Aunamee, anticipating wild applause. "We thought that for our most philosophical Victor yet, we should celebrate in a way that's a little bit…cerebral."
Caesar laughs and gestures at all the food, then puts a cheeky finger to his lips. "By all means, enjoy yourselves. Even the most indulgent desserts here won't show up on your hips tomorrow. The party only last three hours, so you might as well get started!"
He vanishes into thin air, leaving the Tributes to celebrate. Occasionally, the Tributes will hear voices in their heads - chatter from the Peacekeeper and scientist and Escort still in their room, in the waking world. Otherwise, this is a party like any other, if somewhat surreal in nature.
-/-
The party begins the same way for all the Tributes. For an unlucky few, however, it soon diverges as they come under an unfortunate glitch in the system.
They'll look around and find only a handful of their fellow Tributes around them. The sky, rather than being a magnificent splay of color, is now blank white, and yet the lighting in the theater seems dim. A sense of panic, detached from any conscious thoughts, surges forth in them like the tide.
For them, this isn't a shared dream. This is a shared nightmare.
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"You are not welcome. It was not my intention to win, though I suspect you already knew that." There's a harshness to his tone that's probably at least a little bit unnecessary. He and Azula were civil, of course, and it wasn't wise to aggravate that. Especially not now that they would be colleagues.
"Truth be told, mademoiselle, I never paid much mind to what it is you do in the Capitol. Now I shall have to."
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"From now on, you are not only responsible for your life, but the lives of everyone else in your district. And every time they die in the arena, it's your fault. No pressure really."
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"We spoke only rarely before the Arena. What is it that I do to help them?"
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Not that that would help much given just how he had survived.
"A mentors role can be many things. We provide them with the mental, emotional and physical skills they need for any situation that may arise. And if they refuse our assistance...as some do." Here she glanced pointedly into the crowd at Shepherd, "Then we focus our attention on the other tributes and later, on the sponsors who may be willing to send them much needed supplies."
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"I have never paid attention to the sponsors either." That was a lie, at least in part, but he said it quickly as if simply spitting it out would make it seem more convincing. In truth, Enjolras was fascinated by the people who were so fascinated by the Games. He could hardly hope to understand them, they were so very foreign to him in every way. Sadly, he'd probably ruined his one relationship with one of them. Being a competent mentor was starting to seem a daunting task.
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"It's a much more passive role now. One that does not require you strike with your hands, but rather with your mind and spirit." she continued. "Interpersonal communication, etiquette, and above all grace and charisma."
Which actually...given what she had seen of the well spoken young man, he should have no problem with.
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"I do not know if this will be possible for me, Azula." He smiled at her, though it was hardly a true smile. It was too bitter to really count. "Perhaps it would be better if they killed me now. I may end up doing more harm than good."
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"Perhaps. Or perhaps you will find the bitter pill easier to swallow now that you are no longer responsible only for your life, but all of theirs." She gave a nod to the individual tributes in the crowd from their district. They seemed to stand out in this moment.
"Your failure to comply will inevitably end in pain, torture and possibly death for the others in our district. Are you willing to pile on to their already very full plate of punishment simply to make your point?"
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"I shall not let them make me a prisoner to my own compassion." His tone was quiet, but firm, and it left no room for argument. Perhaps it was selfish, but there was no other way.
no subject
"How cruel...and here I'd thought you were too soft hearted for this world. It appears I was wrong."
Her voice was steady and low, just low enough only he could hear.
"I won't let your morals harm our tributes or my district. So if you won't participate then don't be so foolish as to actively work against us."
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"If you're going to insist on your foolish outdated notions of freedom then the least you can do for any of us is make a good loud spectacle of yourself so the Capitol can deal with you swiftly and let us get on with our lives. You may not have anyone you care about in this world but my family and my district will not be punished because you insist on fighting a losing battle."
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"Your family is already being punished, or are the rumors of random executions and destruction of private property somehow exaggerated? Did they not ritually murder your children before bringing us here in their place? Were you not yourself subject to the same system? If all of that seems fair and reasonable to you Mademoiselle, I am afraid we have nothing left to talk about and it will make any sort of working relationship between us undoubtedly very difficult."
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"I suppose it will. Of course it will be more difficult for you then me." As if that was some small victory.
"I imagine it will be much more difficult to speak your foolish mind once they remove your tongue." An idea that she quite honestly wanted to do right now. Couldn't he understand how important it was to her that they succeed? That the world see how strong she was? Hopefully they wouldn't question her skills based on his opinions.
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"Pretend that your government is just and that your people are happy, if you like. Pretend that happiness itself is an illusion which will forever elude everyone and that there is no way possible to live in virtue and free of tyranny. Pretend whatever you like, but do not attempt to convince me of it for you shall your efforts for naught." The words were firm despite the level quality to his voice. "And by all means, tell them to cut out my tongue. I should perhaps be more suited to enduring your ridiculous lies were I not under some social obligation to respond to them."
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"Never underestimate what the Capitol can and cannot do." She warned in almost a flirting tone.
"You say there's nothing they can do that you fear...but I assure you, causing pain and fear is something that they specialize in."
"Stronger men then you have crumbled before them. Your time is shorter with each foolish word you spew out into the air."