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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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"How boring. I mean-" She gestured around the room with a board smile. "Look at all this. Isn't it much more exciting?"

She glanced back at Neeshka, and her smile faltered slightly. "Than again, you are a little less boring looking."

Being called boring had Neeshka bristling. It probably made for a good reason for Effie to falter, being glared at like that. "I am not boring," she sniffed, offended, and pointedly turned her back. The food tables were looking friendlier by the minute. She'd never understand these crazy people, she was sure of it.

"My apologies. It's not that anyone is boring. People are just..." She paused, hoping to explain things right. "Canvases."

Hopefully Neeshka would understand what she meant, because if not, Effie was just going to have to give up.

Flipping a hand at her over her be-winged shoulder and flicking her tail from side to side, Neeshka called back as she started off, "I'd rather not be painted, if it's all the same. You do what you wanna do, it's not my problem." Yeah, she didn't understand it, but she supposed that didn't matter so much. Maybe she'd be able to get out of here soon and get rid of the stupid, itchy wings.

"What bad manners." Effie muttered, wrinkling her nose. And then rushing to press the little gem stone back, before it really took a fall.

Some people.