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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-12-23 12:01 pm

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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.
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Completely Open (CW: violence/gore in internal monologue. Mental instability)

[personal profile] deafscythe 2013-12-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The nightmares had thrown something off inside Justin's head. Not that it was unusual for his thoughts to slip out of tune, stumble in confusion over each other and focus effectively on nothing. He's gotten used to that, or was getting used to it, ever since the Kishin's revival.

But here, his head had been clearer, the foundations of his thoughts more solid. But now, it wasn't.

So he let the stylists dress him up in something robe-like and shiny gold and blue, and wandered down to the common area. It's easier to ignore the occasional flickers of hallucinations when he can just watch people mingle, and picture them all chopped to pieces, blood adding sharp compliments to the occasional flashes of red already in the decorations.

He keeps a pleasant expression, smiles, offers the occasional "Merry Christmas" to strangers. It is, of course, best to be polite when interacting with a culture not your own. Even if he still doesn't understand the holiday.