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thecapitol2014-01-19 10:47 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-01-19 10:47 pm
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Who| Mentors, stylist, escorts, and anyone else keeping up with tributes in an official aspect.
What| The green room
Where| The tribute training center
When| start of the arena
Warnings/Notes| none inherent, tags thread subjects as needed.
The green room this round has been decorated with the sensibility of what would be, in our era, a turn of the century sitting room. Dark wood paneling, thick rich red velvet furniture, and plush red curtains drawn back over various monitors with heavy gold cords. Although the room is quiet large to contain so many people, it gives the impression of being intimate. The Avoxes, decked out in vaguely militaristic attire, serve food and drink in silver and crystal dishes, gold alcohol catching the light of the stained glass lamps around the room.
In the center of the room is a holographic projection of the arena, highlighting in flickering lights where each tribute is. Panels hidden discretely in the wood paneling can change the view of any of the screens so a mentor or stylist can pull up their own tribute, or one whom they would like to observe.
The projection can easily be shifted, with the flick of a hand, on to the person's own tablet, or even to be projected on one of the sitting tables placed around the room. On their screens other various information can be easily accessed: current odds, gossip, and even communication from potential bidders.
What| The green room
Where| The tribute training center
When| start of the arena
Warnings/Notes| none inherent, tags thread subjects as needed.
The green room this round has been decorated with the sensibility of what would be, in our era, a turn of the century sitting room. Dark wood paneling, thick rich red velvet furniture, and plush red curtains drawn back over various monitors with heavy gold cords. Although the room is quiet large to contain so many people, it gives the impression of being intimate. The Avoxes, decked out in vaguely militaristic attire, serve food and drink in silver and crystal dishes, gold alcohol catching the light of the stained glass lamps around the room.
In the center of the room is a holographic projection of the arena, highlighting in flickering lights where each tribute is. Panels hidden discretely in the wood paneling can change the view of any of the screens so a mentor or stylist can pull up their own tribute, or one whom they would like to observe.
The projection can easily be shifted, with the flick of a hand, on to the person's own tablet, or even to be projected on one of the sitting tables placed around the room. On their screens other various information can be easily accessed: current odds, gossip, and even communication from potential bidders.
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"A strong government seeks to promote peace, and it will enforce that peace when it becomes necessary." He looked to the garden around them, and then down at his feet. "Forgive me, madame, but I find it hard to regard Panem as a peaceful place if that peace is bought routinely at the expense of lives."
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There was a little bird beating away in her chest, because she knew, if she didn't disagree, if he didn't "correct" him, they could both be in trouble.
But she couldn't. Instead her eyes just feel, looking down at the ground between her shoes.
"We should get back in." She finally said softly. Tiredly.
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But the thought of returning to the gold room filled him with a certain amount of dread. Its opulence seemed daunting, sickening. He frowned, looking out over the garden again. "If it is all the same to you, madame, I think I may wait here for a moment. Please do not feel obligated to stay with me. You have other duties to which you should attend, I understand that."
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Bowing her head, she hurried off.
He had clearly hit her deep.