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WHO| Everyone
WHAT| Ariadne's crowning does not go as expected
WHEN| After the arena
WHERE| The Banquet hall in the bottom of the Victor's complex
WARNING/NOTES| The black out lasts about 10-15 minutes. Feel free to start a thread during any part of the proceedings, just clarify in the subject bar.

The celebration this time was private. Of course it was broadcast live to all of Panem, but the victors, the tributes, and a collection of those working closely with them were the only ones in the extravagant banquet hall. Behind them was a carefully selected audience-those known to not cause trouble.

And Peacekeepers. Many, many Peacekeepers.

Snow stood before them, giving a speech geared towards Ariadne’s winning. A mellow girl, a bright girl who found her place in the Games and bloomed.

“Not all of those who come here, unfortunately, choose to be welcomed into our circle.”

Lifting his hand, he gestured for Tate to be brought in from back stage.

“This is bullshit!-” Tate doesn’t remain quiet like he probably should. “You people can just bring people back from the dead in the arena- what’s it matter if anyone else gets hurt? Huh?” His eyes are glaring at every face that looks at him.

He struggles with his hands bound behind his back, two Peacekeepers holding his chicken-winged arms as they bring him onto the stage.

Tate is forced to stand facing the crowd. He doesn’t care how they see him, what they think of him and this shows in the disgust on his face. “So what-”

Before he can say another word the zip sound is heard by those within a few feet of him and he collapses. The small hole on his forehead, bleeding, the only sign of what happened.

“Those who do not appreciate what we do for them...will not be tolerated. If we offer you our gracious hospitality, and you attack those who help you...” He pauses as the crowds shocked silence descends into rabble, waiting for silence again.

However, when the silence came, it wasn't due to anyone waiting for him. The televisions flanking the stage and all across Panem suddenly flickered, before turning to static.

There was a moment, before the screen turned black. And then another before a voice started speaking. It was clearly computer generated, a soothing female tone with no inflections, no Capitol accent. Immediately, across the city, those in control of the Panem broadcast began to scramble, rushing to shut things off.

“This bloodshed proves nothing, this is all just a new game for the Capitol, this is all an attempt to draw your eye away from the power you have, this is-”

And then the power cut out entirely, sending the whole city into Darkness.

In the darkness, Snow was rushed out under protection. The peacekeepers rushed in, trying to hold down peace and order.

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Grey was where he usually was when he found himself ushered to a Capitol 'party'. At a food table. He had no interest in interacting with anyone nor with whatever was going on with the Capitol's 'president' and his crowning speech.

It isn't until an angrily shouting Tate is dragged on stage that Grey's interest finally turns towards it. And then, just as quickly as he's been brought out, the unruly teen has crumpled to the stage floor, eyes staring blankly. Oh. Well. Now he's listening.

The scientist blinks and turns to look at a nearby screen as static and then darkness invades it, an unfamiliar voice filling the room. Oh. Now this is interesting. He's just begun to grin as the power cuts out.

Panic inevitably descends upon the room, and he struggles to remain in place rather than be swept along with those stampeding for the exits. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he spots an odd silhouette on a nearby table that slowly becomes familiar. "Some!" He greets cheerfully. He has to shout to be heard above everyone else.

Some flinched at hearing his name, and turned, forebody lowering defensively. When he saw it was only the man he'd met before, and not one of the guards, his shoulders relaxed, and he acknowledged the man with a wave, but didn't shout back over the crowd noise.

Shouldering through the crowd, he makes his way before the table Some is standing upon. "...What are you doing up there?" He's amazed at how tall the creature is standing.

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"I didn't want people to bump into me." Two eyes, the second pair out from the center, focus on Grey while the rest continue to watch the room. "They don't like it."

Grey blinks. "...Why?"

Some glanced down at himself, the gesture very, very human somehow, and then looked back at Grey with a flat look. "It might be the teeth, I think."

"Oh... yes, that." The scientist snickers.

Some gave him an uneasy smile, looking around the room again. "I'm watching to see what the guards are doing. I don't like this at all."

"The guards are attempting to prevent a riot." The scientist explains helpfully. "It would probably be wiser to attempt to find an exit, don't you think?" At least, that's where he'll be heading shortly, as the crowd of panicked people thins.

Some shook his head, teeth worrying slightly at a lip. "There would be no risk of riot if they hadn't shot the man in front of all of us. I want to see what they're really doing."