New kind of victory.

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

Comments

District One

[etcircenses]

The lake has been frozen solid, at least within the reach of the party, with a pathway lit with flickering light to a pavilion on the ice. In the middle of the pavilion is a flickering bon fire. Various foods are arranged on plates that can be roasted on long metal sticks, but this is far from marshmallows and hot dogs. Gourmet petite sausages, pastry puffs full of warm cheeses, fruits marinates in decadent sauces, and crispy dessert with centers full of caramel and chocolate fill these plates, waiting to be flame kissed.

At the edge of the pavilion are many pairs of ice skates, in all sizes. There is a gentle force field around the safe edges of the lake, and anyone can skate as far out as they would like.

If you get too cold, you can step into the lodge and have a warm drink by the fire inside, a much more mellow setting.

The party is very familiar to those who have been in the Capitol, however, as drinks flow, some of the less friendly edges of the District 1 citizens start to appear.

[onlyimmune]

Ellie feels like she's wearing an entire galaxy - her dress made of more tiny crystals than she could possibly count, and it shimmers in the firelight reflecting tiny glimmers everywhere. It is, possibly, the most ridiculous thing she has ever worn, and she grumbles about Victory under her breath as she wanders around the party.

That doesn't mean she's not going to scarf down every piece of food she can find, though.

And maybe try skating, if she could find anyone willing to teach her.

District Two

[etcircenses]

The Tributes are taken to a very old, very large hotel. It is obviously a well preserved historical location. It’s nestled against the base of the mountain, on the edge of a small lake, and lit up with white lights.

Inside the building is decorated stately, but modestly. The food is solid and delicious, but simple. Fresh elk, corn, and breads, goat cheeses and wine. There is a live band, playing lively folk music. As oppose to District 1, with wine flowing and music playing, District 2 is in much higher spirits with the party. However, especially towards the end of the night, higher spirits also leads to higher emotions and some fights may break out.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine felt a little overwhelmed by the whole thing, but he played that up well by acting gracious and impressed by everything he sees. He does like the District better than the Capitol, but there he was more certain of things. Here, he isn't sure how happy the people really are to see him. He's on uneven footing here, and nervous because he can't obsessively check on Kurt while they are so far apart.

Fighting doesn't help either so he tried to spend as much time as he could avoiding the alcohol and sticking to the people he knew.

[gruesome]

The band drew Some right away, luring him out of his intentions to just lurk against a wall and be as unnoticed as a seven-foot-tall quadruped can be at a party full of humans. Instead, he found a space beside a pillar where he could see the players and their fascinating instruments. A head above everyone else nearby, he had an unobstructed view, and when people cleared space to dance, he was out of their way.

It didn't take him long to notice, though, that he was being avoided. People, the locals anyway, went out of their way to steer clear around him, despite the crowd near the band.

beck

[amplifying]

Beck hated this.

Every muscle in his body was calling to rally, to start a revolution that they needed. It was something he was working on in the Grid, reprogramming himself for. If a group just got together, and they knocked their heads together, this could work. But things just...never got to.

He wanted to do something, other than be a slave for entertainment. He itched for it.

He stayed behind in the crowd, watching most from a distance.

[alldeduction]

Sherlock was unimpressed and uninterested, which meant that he was bored. The problem with being bored, however, when you are Sherlock Holmes, is that you tend to make some very very terrible decisions.

And deductions.

About peacekeepers that you should probably leave alone.

"Oh please," His voice carries half way through the party as he stands in front of one particular peacekeeper who already looks like a pot about about boil over, red-faced and furious. "I hardly called your wife a slut, I merely said that it was apparent that she had been taking house-calls latel---"

He didn't get the rest of that statement out before the peacekeeper punched him in the face.

[fire_punk]

Kevin mostly stays near the food. Most of it is quite different from anything he's had before but it's surprisingly good. The music is also very different from what he's used to. A few girls coax him out to dance awkwardly with them. A couple of them don't even seem to mind that he doesn't really know what he's doing and they have to teach him as they go. He's surprised how much he's enjoying himself.

District Three

[etcircenses]

The party is held in the rose garden, and roses are clearly the theme. The only real decorations are lights hidden throughout the rose plants. Although not everything is rose flavored, there are hints of it-a specially brewed rose wine, rose ice cream, and small rose candies through out. And it’s not the only recurring flavor. Galic also features heavily, as well as seafood and sour dough bread. The plain seeming district comes alive with many flavor and dishes, obviously prepared by man different loving hands in a sort of potluck.

The divide between the poor and wealthy in some ways is over come a the party, with everyone in good spirits and dancing. However, those watching will notice the divide still, in clothing styles, and social circles. Most of the woman wear the roses in their hair, no matter their social status. By the end of the night, most roses have ended up in the button holes of their partners.

Re: District Three

[gardienne]

Eponine, to her surprise, had been embraced warmly by the people of District Three, and especially by the poor, and the young women who perhaps had experienced unrequited love themselves. She had been a little overwhelmed at the way people talked about her life, and suggested that she gave them hope for a better one, and she had gone home and sobbed when a little boy tugged at her skirt and told her that he wanted a daddy like Sigma, and was so happy that she had found someone to love her, and would someone love him?

The stylists had been delighted at Eponine's reception, and went with the idea of her as a champion for the poor and the lovesick. And so all of her outfits were simple things, made of the same fabrics available to the District Three poor, and her feet were bare. Even for the party, she wore a simple dress and bare feet, which made her shiver, just a little. Some of the teenagers she had befriended had braided and curled her hair for her, in a style traditional to District Three, and had presented her with a garland of sweet lilac and pink and white roses, and of course, the special orange striped one, for her to wear on her head.

Now, at the party, her roses had been given freely to the poor of the District as she danced gaily with them, folk dances, and more rambunctious ones that she knew from home. She sat down at last, laughing even as she clutched a stitch in her side.

[gluteus]

Maximus was adorned in the same outfit he had worn for his crowning (his roman general armour), though instead of gold it was made entirely in a deep black, that shimmered blue when he turned in the light. He had a long thick cape with a cuff of dark wolf fur around the collar, and he struck an intimidating figure at the party.

The citizens mostly seemed to respect him, and were proud of him, but also tended to keep their distance - though a few shy young women did ask him for a dance (as well as one or two extremely brave young men). He turned them all down politely, but firmly, though he was willing to engage in conversation with any who asked it of him.

He kept his eyes out for his tributes, trying to make sure they weren't causing trouble.

open

[splendid_roman]

Ian'd had an interesting time in the district, learning more about what they produced and how they did it. He was sorry to be leaving, although at least back in the capitol he wouldn't have to make promises about doing his best to represent the district.

Although he did his best to try some of the food here - most of which was unfamiliar but tasty - it seemed like all the women were interested in him. His suit ended up with two roses in the button hole and he'd taken to hiding in the shadows in order to get some time to eat in peace.

District Four

[etcircenses]

The party is at the end of the pier. Torches have been set up along the edges, lighting up the whole area, with string of lights criss crossed above the party goers head. The decoration are light, letting the natural beauty of the ocean do the job. The food is all freshly caught and prepared that day, unlucky for you if fish are not your thing. You’re in the wrong district, buddy.

A live band jams all night, composed of a sultry female singer and two guitarists. The party is lively, those in District 4 happily celebrating their tributes.

Re: District Four

[savedbyasong]

Shion has been taking everything in, from the surroundings to the people. District four is not as bad as he expected, he had imagined something like West Town, children starving to death, bodies in the streets. Here it was clear that there was inequality, between the district and the Capitol, but people at least were well fed.

Which meant nothing, Shion supposed when you considered the price of that had been their children, sent to the arenas to die. He remembered the words of the anonymous network hacker and kept his eyes wide open, for any signs that people were unhappy.

He stood at the edge of the pier, listening to the music; like nothing he had heard before, and staring out into the ocean. The real ocean, this time (hopefully) his wonder wouldn't be cut short by his death.

[finnickohdear]

Finnick is dressed lightly, the way he would for a Capitol party only it looks like it doesn't cost half as much as it usually would. He's in his element here, more calm and relaxed than he has been for a while, which wasn't saying a lot, really. Most of the night has been spent in the crowd, he had been on the lookout for someone. But when they didn't show up he resigned himself to sitting off to the side and watching the excitement. He is keeping a special eye on his new tributes.

He might be convinced to dance if anyone asked, but for now he's only going to intervene if something goes wrong.

District Five

[etcircenses]

For their celebration, the tributes are shuttled to the beach, where a tent has been set up. The inside is warmed, and although the Tribute can wander a bit away before a peacekeeper comes to gather them up, it is pretty damn cold outside, with a biting wind that cuts through their party clothes. Still, for those who don’t mind a little cold, a walk down the soft sand to where the waves lap the water is nice, and you can enjoy the huge rock formations ringing the lake, cutting pattern into the stars.

And oh the stars. From horizon to horizon, millions of them in the clear, crisp sky.

The food is on the spicy side, heavy and filling with lots of meat, beans, corn and spicy sauces and salsas to liven up the simpler staples. Horchata and coffee flows freely, however this close to the water,beer and wine are regulated to just a few drinks per person. The most is lively and generally happy, although some debates happen, and loudly, everyone seems to be arguing more for the fun of it, than out of any true ill will.

[privilegecheck]

Kankri isn't used to parties. Really, for the past sweep and a half he's been around barely enough people to have a party. He feels incredibly awkward, but no one seems to mind; they seem jubilant, partaking in the rich food and encouraging him to do the same. They laugh at how he reacts to the spices burning his throat, but it's not entirely unkind. He's clearly an alien and a stranger, but they're acting like he's one of theirs all the same, particularly in comparison to the Capitol, where he's held apart from everything. He feels acutely uncomfortable whenever he's reminded that he's taking these people's place in their Games, and that some of the young people here might be in the Capitol, never to see their home again, if he got his wish and all the current Tributes were sent away from here. It's not fair to anyone, and he doesn't even know what to think or do about it. The fact that he hasn't even been in an Arena yet, hasn't done the very thing they seem grateful for, only makes it more awkward.

Still, once he starts sipping at the sweet, fizzy brown drinks people hand him, it's easier not to think about anything. As the night wears on, his shyness fades, and he even begins to smile and relax. He still debates, because he simply can't resist, but it doesn't feel so deathly serious, and it's almost a relief.

District Six

[etcircenses]

The party is out in the open air in the desert, with fireworks and bonfires. Cacti in the area are dressed up with twinkling lights, to mirror the many stars twinkling above and everyone is issued glowsticks and shining neon paint to play with, and paint themselves and others with. Loud music plays across the desert, echoing for miles.

Tributes may eat from the buffet of many finger foods, in a large gauzy pavilion, but citizens have to bring their own food and beverages.

[wantwhatiwant]

Ian's sense of unease about the entire messed up situation grew from stepping off the train and being greeted by a choir (seriously, a bunch of little kids singing thanks to them, how creepy could you get).

He didn't like being treated like a celebrity, or a hero. Because he hadn't saved anyone. The kids that had died had still died. These people's lives were still pretty shit. Alright no other kids from here would die, but seeing as the tributes had been kidnapped and had no choice but to fight in the arena they weren't exactly hero material. He was pretty sure heroics required choice.

He's a Gallagher and never one to turn down a party, and thinking was getting him no where so he danced, drank what he could, though he didn't eat, and tried to pretend this really was some kind of celebration. Every now and again he reaches out to drag someone else into the dancing.

District Seven

[etcircenses]

The party here is festive and takes place in an old concert hall that’s been spruced up - no pun intended - from run-down to charmingly antiqueish for the Tribute tour.

Candles with artificial fire provide the lighting, giving the entire stage a reddish cast. Microphones have been set up for any Tributes who wish to karaoke or say anything to the crowd.

District citizens after their day of work all mingle with the Tributes, packing the concert hall tight and warm.

Re: District Seven

[nooneleft]

The place might be crowded, but there's a wide margin of space around Johanna. She sat in her stupid tree dress, holding her stupid pretend axe, with a scowl on her face.

She HATED being paraded like this. She hated feeling like she was on display. She hated the accusing glares and the frightened glances, and the way stupid little brats dared each other to take a step closer to her. She hated that intense isolation that came when she was surrounded by people. And she hated how readily her District welcomed these foreign people, and praised them for dying over and over again. All to save their own skins. "Cowards," She muttered, to nobody in particular. This whole thing made her sick.

District Eight

[etcircenses]

The party is stately, but stifled. There was obviously a carefully chosen guest list, and everyone on it clearly got a notice of what they could and couldn’t talk about, how they could and couldn’t behave. They are dressed in their best, showcasing the districts textile skills, which looks a little awkward against the more drab setting of the party itself, a banquet hall in the city center. Someone tried to liven it up with more textiles, tablecloths with elaborate runners, and beautiful tapestries and banners on the wall. But still, they can’t cover up how depressing and worn down the whole place is.

The food is a bit better than the fair they have been given, but still nothing compared to the Capitol. Still, at least an effort was made. Games and fresh made pastries fill the table, with fresh greens and pie for dessert, as well as a steady, but controlled line of a mediocre wine.

District Nine

[etcircenses]

The party, which takes place in the old Catholic church, is catered by the best District 9 can provide: pastas in rich sauce, millefeuille desserts, and cuts of cattle imported from District 10. Genetically modified crops have produced ears of corn the size of pigs.

The party colors are gold and silver, and what appear to be synthetic sparks hover in the air like fireflies. The pews have been rearranged to face inwards, and Tributes and citizens are encouraged to dance on the wide, empty floor. Gold streamers pour from the ceiling like Rapunzel’s locks, and bales of hay too soft to be natural provide lounging areas for those who’ve enjoyed the wine a bit too much.

[polyturtle]

Shell, that corn.

Don had seen the cornfields, but even this? He'd not seen anything like it before. It was practically humongous. And the cattle was...well, it was really good.

He felt bad accepting the hospitality of the citizens. But the people around him seemed so happy to have him around, that soon enough, he felt his mood lift. Soon, the traces of Donatello that had first arrived in the world of Panem showed itself, around the kind, good people of this place. And, of course, rebellious, but he wasn't about to spoil that surprise.

He was even willing to do a dance or two, later on - if someone else was willing to dance with him, of course.

District Ten

[etcircenses]

The celebration in Ten is a wild, rowdy affair.

The food is a smourgous board of different kinds of livestock-the best steak, pork, and lamb the Tributes have had, even from the Capitol. Most things are simply prepared and fresh, and the smell of roasting meat fills the room. Home made beer runs freely (and sometimes messily, you're lucky to get out without getting any spilled on you.)

An active band plays on stage, and everyone let's loose and dances. Barrels stacked against the walls provide seating for those who decided not to dance, and a few fires are lit just out side the door, for those who would like to step out into the snow to cool down. They can find a group gathered around the fires, most smoking and energetically debating. Everyone is in good sprites, and anyone who gets a little too much liquor in them and decided to fight is pulled apart by the Citizens and taken to cool off.

Re: District Ten

[the_marshal]

There had been small things - the cut of a building, the lowing of cattle and the scent of horseflesh, the way the people spoke and their rangy smiles - but nothing, in a moment, reminded him more of home than this barn-burner of a party. From the fiddle playing hot on the stage, to the thunderous stomp of boots in time as couples twirled on the floor, to the ruckus laughter and the clink of heavy glasses.

He could almost see Bat amongst the dancers, turning some pretty young thing. Almost heard Charlie in the hazy smoke outside, talking politics, selling himself for governorship to the rest of the men.

He leaned against a barrel, taking it in (Wyatt Earp, as silent and steady as his fellows were charming), his heart panging inside his chest. He could see then why Max had been so taciturn about the chance to visit Rome.

It hurt, even more than he'd expected it to.

...But it wasn't given long to dwell on it. Before long he was being dragged onto the floor by a burly, laughing woman who refused to let him sulk. Then he was turned into the arms of a young blonde with an old familiar plait in her long braid. Then an elderly grandmother with enough kick left in her step to keep him on his toes.

Round and round until he laughingly begged himself a break, waving off a disappointed redhead as he moved toward the door.

He dragged in the cool night air, the worst of his ache soothed... though fun did make him pang something awful for Max.

What he would have given to be able to share this with him.

District Eleven

[etcircenses]

The party for District 11 is for Tributes, Mentors and Capitol citizens only. District 11 citizens are stopped at the door, and the Peacekeepers try to keep news of Mayor Elf being turned away quiet, with relative unsuccess.

The party takes place in an old skyscraper from before Panem was formed, all glass windows and steel that seems out of place with the rest of the District. Each floor of the twenty-story building is available to Tributes, and each is themed around a different crop, with colors, foods and wines to match.

Fireworks are shown at the end of the party.

[libertin]

Courfeyrac had never seen a building as tall as the one they were presently mingling in. The glass and steel were unlike anything his Paris could have offered, glinting imposingly like a knife into the sky. As he wandered up through the tower, it occurred to him that it was like being inside of a rainbow. A delicious, gargantuan rainbow.

He pause on a floor decorate in deep blues to sample some of the fruits. If he'd had any concerns about his personal safety, they were gone for the moment. He didn't bother speaking to anyone in particular, but he didn't give off an unapproachable air either. He seemed content to snack on some food and take in the scenery. Mostly, his mind was back in the Capitol and on his friends.

District Twelve

[etcircenses]

The party is the most lively thing about 12. It is very much a celebration run by the district. The food has obviously been supplements by the Capitol, but between decadent soups and hor d'oeuvres are fresh baked bread, local meat from the butchers, and a beautiful cake from the Mellark Bakery, decorated in coals turning to flames.

There are several fire pits outside the building, with people huddled around for warmth, with the bottles of beer brought in from the district a plenty. Everyone seems in good spirits, the happiest the Tributes have seen them, with warm bellies and cold beer. Live music pours out of the building all night, different musicians swapping out with homemade instruments. Not everyone is good, but everyone is obviously enjoying themselves, putting their hearts into it, and lightening up in a place they often don’t get to.

Signless | OTA

[69problems]

This visit has been a singularly strange experience for the Signless. It's not because it's such a stark contrast to the Capitol, though that's certainly part of it, but rather because it reminds him so strikingly of home. It's like a lowblood labor town, complete with a military highblood presence to keep things quiet and a carefully-hidden spark of rebellion. Seeing it come alive like this, like it hasn't since he first got here, is touching in a way that's perhaps a little more personal than it would otherwise be.

So he's more outgoing and personable than he's been probably since the end of the last arena, and for the first time since then it's entirely genuine. These people aren't trolls, and it's purely by chance that they're 'his' district at all, but they are still his people in a very particular way. He makes a distinct effort to mingle, to talk to both his fellow guests from the Capitol and the people in whose place he's supposed to be fighting. He hopes his team's proud of him, because it's not effortless, but it's a start.

A few conversations back someone had pressed a beer into his hands. Halfway through it and he still isn't sure what he's supposed to think of it. The Capitol had figured out that it wasn't alcohol that got trolls drunk quite some time ago so he's neatly bypassed it for the most part, and he's certainly never had beer.

"What exactly is this drink?" he asks the person he finds himself standing next to.

Mod Questions

[gamemakers]

Post any OOC mod questions here.

[thatwasme]

In District 9, are district residents in the celebration (are they part of the citizenry)? Also, are any children present?