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thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack atlas,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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Who| Everyone, pretty much. Particularly Secret Santa people and those Creuntus is fucking with.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
What| Holiday times!
Where| The Tribute Training center
When| The whole week, but Creuntus' gifts arrive today.
Warnings/Notes| none atm. Please add any in thread headers. Also, for secret santa, if you are the giver start a thread with your giftee's name (unless you two have worked something else out between you). You can use the District threads below, or choose a different setting of your own.
Every floor public space is dripping with holiday decorations.
The decorations are themed, ridiculously so. Every surface is covered, and a table sits proudly full of holiday treats and spirits, kept stocked constantly by the avoxes. Cheerful music plays softly throughout the whole building, though luckily for everyone the Capitol doesn't really know what Christmas carols are.
Those with secret santa's have a cheery, passive-aggressive note reminding them not to disappoint anyone and ruin their holiday.
Those that have expressed a want for some object from home will find a box on their bed sometime during the day, with a merry holiday greeting from Cruentus. Inside they will find the object of their desire, or something similar, crafted from their words.
In blown glass. Pretty, decorative, utterly useless.
Bert's guns, Punchy's goggles, Sigma's music box, Maximus' leg, Mindy's knife, Terezi's dragon cane...on and on, as many gifts as Creuntus could find out. Those that were with them when they were pulled are more perfect replicas, those that they have just described obviously have an artistic touch to them.
For Initiate - personal gift
She knocks on the door and tries not to fidget too much.
Re: For Initiate - personal gift
"PYROPE. What all brings a sister here to he?"
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"Do you know about the human holiday that's going on? Has anyone told you about it?"
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"LIKE AT TO BE A TWELFTH PERIGEES OR WHATEVER THE FUCK AIN'T IT? Some sort of human naming at for it?" He asks. Like he would know. He only found out a few sweeps ago that twelfth perigees was even being a motherfucking thing. He didn't even believe it for longer. "HE'S GOT TO GATHERING A LITTLE. Why?"
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She turns once she's inside, and brings her hand out from behind her back, the small box displayed in her palm. "Here. I got this for you. Happy Perigee's Eve Present Holiday Thing." That is the official name for it, after all.
"I got the biggest one they had," she warns, "but if it's too small, I think they can fix that."
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He turns to find her facing him again, holding out the gift. He blinks at it, looks at her, then back down, before slowly reaching out and taking it. He rubs at his neck, and says, sheepish, "AIN'T GOT ANYTHING ALL IN RETURN THOUGH..." Almost an apology.
He opens up the little box.
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When he opens the box, the ring is sitting tucked into a bit of foam. It's silver and shiny, a collection of skulls wrapped in a circle. It was the only thing that she could find that really reminded her of him. Or that she should fathom him wearing at all.
"Do you like it?" she prompts after a few seconds, trying not to sound too eager.
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"He does," He says, surprise in his voice at himself. And her. He slides it on, wiggling and flexing his fingers to check the movement. He can't imagine wearing it all the time, especially not with the arenas, but perhaps for rites and ritual, he thinks. He looks at her and says, "IT'S MOTHERFUCKING BITCHIN'."
A flicker of a smile pulls at his lips then slips away, for another wave of awkwardness. "Thanks," He mutters.
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"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." She folds her hands behind her back, the picture of innocence... if one didn't know any better. "I didn't know if you'd be getting anything from anyone else. ...The Psiioniic, maybe. Hmm? Did he pawn off another tribble on you?"
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He is well and unfortunately aware of the state of D2 and his moirails room. But it would seem a moirail's advice is not always indispensable and the tribble problem is not looking to stop. His focuses have been put to keeping his own count down to four.
"But no. AIN'T GOT NOTHING PRESENTED. Didn't give thought to it, truth up and told. YOU?"
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But the mention of other gifts quiets her a little. She shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, I got two. A necklace from Karkat and some chalk things from my mentor guy. His name's Eddie." She nestles that bit of information in the middle of her sentence, watered down and not a big deal.
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What the fuck ever. It's not his business. She held a fondness for him for some goddamn reason. He doesn't want to talk about the mutant with her because for all he promised her not to harm him, he's still got no kind word to offer on his ilk.
He focuses on the last part. "Chalk from Eddie? GUESS THE MOTHERFUCKER GOT TO PAYING ATTENTION THEN. Fancy motherfucking that. SUPPOSE A GIRL IS HAPPY THEN. Suppose at she's taking to liking?"
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"He told me that someone informed him of my preferred hobbies. I wonder who that could have been."
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"A SISTER MAY ALL NEVER KNOW. No science all made to touch that wicked shit, only what be. ONLY WHAT UP AND MOTHERFUCKING MAKES ALL TO BE AS OF THE MOST RIGHTEOUS MYSTICS."
He smiles then. "Good then that a liking has been taken indeed. WOULD BE A SHAME TO SEE THEM MYSTICS IGNORED ALL BY THIS EDDIE MOTHERFUCKER AND LIKE TO BE SPUN WRONG."
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She grins at him, bumping her shoulder against him in a friendly manner. He won't care about the threat of door graffiti, if he even considers it a threat at all. She doesn't think he will.