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WHO| Everyone!
WHAT| A Halloween Ball
WHEN| Halloween night
WHERE| The Tribute Center
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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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"Do birds that big even exist?" She asked, eyes following the same tragic Tribute and their bobbing headdress. It seemed easier than dealing with the strange feeling that dogged her when she was outside of the Arena. Perhaps it would be better now, merely watching the Games as if they were a poorly done reality television show. There was a reason she never watched TV.

"I think we're definitely better off than the rest of them," Ariadne offered, tipping her head slightly to him. "Have you tried any of the food yet?"

Alex glanced at the tables of food and the servers wandering around with trays on their shoulders. "No. I can't say I've been all that hungry." Having so many people staring at him more or less killed any apetite he'd been feeling before arriving at the party.

"You still should eat." Though she was neither his mentor, nor his escort, (nor his mother for that matter) and she very much doubted he'd listen to her suggestion. So Ariadne shrugged instead. "It's not that bad, actually. It's more normal than usual."

"True. I can't say I'm all that keen on eating coconut or fish again for a long, long time."

Still, did all the food have to look so... fancy?

She laughed a little at that, understanding well enough; even with Don around to catch things, she didn't have the best diet for a while there. None of them had. It was a wonder in and of itself that their bodies weren't rejecting the rich food after all of that. Maybe it was just because it hadn't been that long.

"I'm sure there's something you can find that's acceptable."

Alex considered the nearest food table again.

"Perhaps in a little while," he said. "I suppose at least the cake should be good."

"It's hard to go wrong with cake," Ariadne confirmed, tipping her head to one side, almost bird-like in nature. It was a subtle sort of gesture, but amused all the same. "I recommend the raspberry filled ones."