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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
WARNING/NOTES| None atm. Please tag in your subject lines if anything comes up.

The Capitol had been winding up to this for weeks. More and more extravagant decorations had begun to appear all over the city. Gruesome alleys dripping with gore, houses transformed into creaking, ancient cobweb covered dwellings, flickering ghosts haunting windows and doorways. The citizens themselves had becomes more and more extravagant as the days crept closer, dripping in glitters spiderwebs, hair teased to coil around pumpkins and crows, and decked out in meticulous costumes, often celebrating past victors, and even current tributes.

The ball at the Tribute Training Center wasn't anywhere near the only party that night, but it was the most extravagant, and the most sought after. The decorations had gone towards the classic (perhaps the goverment realizing other areas might move too close to home.) The building had been transformed into a spooky, ancient looking mansion, over taken by spiders and lit with flickering candles everywhere. The tables were spread with unimaginable heaping of treats, from grotesqueness mock organs to sparkling jewel colored sugar covered candies. Avoxs move about, for once literally ghosts, covered in their own shrouds of spider webs and sheer gauze, holding plates of smoking drinks.

Attendance for the Tributes was mandatory. As were costumes. And oh boy did their stylists go all out for this one. It was a parade and a party all rolled into ones and they weren't going to slack on that.

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"Hold tight," he warned her, before wrapping his lower arms around her waist. "I'm going to climb." He glanced sidelong at the men staffing the door before he rose up to grab the frame, and effortlessly pulled them both upwards. The richly decorated ballroom had more than enough intricacies to give him places to grip and pull, and he grinned as he headed upwards, sinuous as a lizard.

She had to cut of a squeal as they lurched forward and up, locking her own arms around his waist. Since their first meeting she had learned that his outside and his insides didn't match and he wouldn't hurt her...

...but that didn't set her at ease when being carried up like this.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy..."

He chuckled, giving her a squeeze. "Will you mind if I go on the ceiling?" She was wearing skirts, so he thought he'd check.

"...are you absolutely, positively, completely sure you will not drop me?"

She was all for a show. Completely. She was significantly less for dying at a young age. For real.

"Yes, absolutely," he laughed. "Mind your skirts, I think," he suggested, and tested a ridge of decorate trim, found it sound, and gripped it with his long, strong toes as he ventured out onto the ceiling. They were definitely catching attention now.

Lottie tucked her skirts as gracefully around her as she could with one hand, the other gripping tightly to Some. Even if he did have a good grip. Two grips were never a bad idea.

Looking up, which was actually looking down, gave her more of a head rush. but also a huge grin at the attention they were getting.

"Out mentors better be impressed with this..."

He sees the flash of something dark moving up along the far wall in his peripheral vision at about the same time as he hears the hushed gasps of both wonder and worry around him.

For a moment, he mistakes Some for an entirely new creature with those large, black wings, but then he sees the second pair of arms clasped around the woman riding on his back.

Some looked down, twisting his head nearly around on his flexible neck. Spotting Grey, he grinned at him, baring all of his many, many teeth.

"Only if they think it will give us advantage in the game," he said through said teeth, almost a hiss. "They do not like me much."

"As far as I can tell they don't like much besides themselves." She said, more than a small current of spite in her voice.

She liked playing here better, but the more and more she was here...well, Lottie had never hated anyone.

But she was learning.