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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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"Must be the advantage of a different perspective." Max surmises at Ariadne's response. She lifts her glass and offers a simple, "Happy Halloween, Ariadne."

"I imagine so. It's not like we think the exact same way."

Probably for the best. But Ariadne still lifted her glass to Max, smiling a little as she returns the statement genuinely, letting the paparazzi surrounding them snap off a few photographs. It couldn't really hurt, even if their faces would be splashed everywhere. She wouldn't be surprised.

Once they seemed content, still hanging around but not quite as desperate, she continued the light conversation, "Are you looking forward to the next Arena?"

Max has resigned herself to certain questions always being asked of her; and even when the answer is no, I hate it, I hate this place and I want to go home she knows she has to lie. Or at least, not tell the entire truth.

So she replies in an affable tone, "Why wouldn't I be?" Evasive enough.

Her smile grew slightly more amused - knowing, in a way. "I feel the same way," Ariadne offered, tipping her head in such a way that suggested to someone already in the know that the feeling was mutual. She hated everything that it was just as much as most of those she spoke to; it was annoying to have to lie through her teeth all the time, but if it kept her from meeting the same fate as Tate, then she would risk it.

"You and I should go have a coffee sometime." Max says casually. "Give us a chance to talk. You know." Her tone is exceedingly wry as she quips, "Just us victors."

There's a single, slow blink of her eyes, the only thing to indicate that if they have a chance, they might be able to discuss other things...provided they can get away from prying eyes. If Ariadne is so inclined.

The slow blink is noted, the intentional wording and intonation obvious; there's more to it than the simple invitation, and Ariadne caught on almost immediately, nodding a little, "I'd like that. It could be good to get to know each other, I think."

She knew the odd place where they could be alone, where the cameras wouldn't be stalking them for all they were worth. Places on the rooftop of the Training Centre, places just outside actual buildings that were too hard to mic properly. Perhaps the Capitol would know they were hanging out, but they wouldn't know what words were spoken nor why.