a little party never killed nobody

[reapsthewhirlwind]

Who| Alastair Stara and Open (Come and make your own threads! Party around!)
What| Party time in the Captiol!
Where| The .infinity club
When| Late Week Six
Warnings/Notes| Excessive Partying. Well Alastair's not being excessive, but let's be real, this is the Capitol, somebody's being excessive.

[It's getting to that part of the Games where things are getting quite dramatic and heated, so the viewing parties, already popular, are starting to be packed. The popular choice is, of course, Tesserae, with its themes and games and large screens, but Alastair doesn't like it there, for various reasons, most of them rather obvious.

Instead, he's accepted an invitation to a party at .infinity, the night sky glittering with stars overhead as the guests dance and drink and talk and react appropriately to whatever's going on onscreen.

Alastair sits away from the dance floor, a partially consumed drink in his hand as he watches the screens over the bar with passing interest. As a Mentor for District 9, he's a popular guest, many people asking him questions about his opinion on this round and his favorites for winning.

Right now though, he has a moment to himself. It probably won't last long. It's getting later on in the night, and people are starting to overindulge. A lot.

Whereas Alastair's only had one and a half drinks. Tragedy.]

((OOC: If you think your character would feasibly have prior CR with Alastair, feel free to contact me and we can work something out!))

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[wiredup]

[Eddie had gotten away from his date for the night, and was looking forward to not having to be with them. Luckily he had liquored them up enough that, by this point, they wouldn't even realize he was gone.

He socializes as he moves through the crowd, name dropping as he goes, keeping conversation light but friendly. Still, he wants to get away from people, and find himself in the same corner.]

Hey man. What's up?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[At some point Alastair notices Eddie moving through the crowd, so when he ends up near Alastair, Alastair isn't surprised. He raises his eyebrows and smiles and lifts his drink in greeting.]

Hi there. Not much.

[He nods toward the unclaimed part of the couch he's sitting on.]

Have a seat.

sorry for the late reply D:

[wiredup]

Thanks man.

[He sprawls out next to the man, lifting up his own drink in greeting.]

You out here for business or pleasure?

[The question could have plenty of meanings, and he's let Alastair sort out his own from it.]

No worries!

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair smiles and shrugs.]

Pleasure. Though sometimes it turns into business.

[wronglychosen]

[ Well, if he knew anything, it was how to attend a party. Fashionably late, naturally.

Zelos drops in (or up, rather) once the beat's going, and people are starting to mingle around. He's still a little off-kilter from dying, but keeping up appearances was and ever will be important. As he walks in, he takes a moment to look over the guests before his gaze falls on a certain someone sitting by himself.

He grabs a drink from the bar before heading over to sit at Alastair's table. ]

If it isn't Alastair! Enjoying the party? [ His voice is raised, though luckily the music isn't too loud courtesy of the open area. ]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair smiles.]

I am, Zelos, thank you. It's good to see you in one piece again. Would you like to sit down?

[wronglychosen]

Don't mind if I do.

[ He doesn't even take any courtesies with that, lounging in his seat as soon as he does. ] You've been watching the Arena then?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He shrugs and glances over at the screen, but only for a moment before he looks back to Zelos, still smiling.]

Of course I have. Everyone is.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley was dressed to kill tonight in a shiny black rubber skirt, knee high buckled boots, a corset and her lab coat. Hair in a tight bun she was looking sharp as a needle.

Cutting through the crowd she was all smiles and coy conversation, flirting her way through the party.

"Snatching a glass of something fizzy and blue off a trey she sipped it and savored the stinging on her tongue.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[When Alastair spots her, he watches her for a moment before putting on a big smile and calling out.]

Harley! Glad you could make it!

[revvinguptheharley]

She twisted to find the owner of his voice before grinning and sauntering over "Al! There's my favorite male mentor!" She attempted to go in for a hug in her usual blatant disregard for personal space.

"I've been hitting up alot of viewing parties since ya know...not in this arena. But yours is by far the most comfortable.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair laughs and hugs her in return.]

It's not really my party, but thank you anyway! Are you enjoying yourself?

[wantwhatiwant]

[Ian on the other hand had had many drinks. He could deal with partying and he didn't really mind all that much the screens.

He didn't really know anyone left in there. Except the two who had killed him. And he didn't really care about them. He couldn't even properly hate them because they had as much choice about the whole thing as he did. That was to say none.

He went to the bar, ordering another drink, glancing at the guy. A mentor Ian thought, or something. Not a tribute anyways.] Want one?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair smiles and lifts his drink, still half-full.]

Thanks, I'm still working on this one. Ian, right?

[wantwhatiwant]

[He nodded and took his own with a smile at the bartender.] Yeah Ian. I'm afraid I never caught your name.

[It's took a bit of getting used to, this being known by sight. He's still not sure he likes it. It's strange and throws him off still.]

[reapsthewhirlwind]

Alastair.

[He is entirely too familiar with how Ian feels, and his smile is sympathetic.]

I won't be offended if you forget.

[confidentially]

[If there's excessive partying happening, then it's safe to assume Jessica has been invited. She's already a little tipsy, dancing the night away and pretending (or hoping) that she'll pass out and wake up someplace that isn't the Capitol. It's never worked before, but she's not one to give up the good fight.

And while she isn't completely intoxicated, she has had more than one drink or two, and some overeager partygoers get too close to her on the dance floor. She tries to wriggle out of the way of them, yelping indignantly as they paw at her and try to enter her personal space.

She's about five seconds away from causing a scene and going into panicked attack mode when she catches a familiar face off to the side of the dance floor. Thinking quickly, she calls out (obviously looking flustered:)]

Alastair! Hey! Hey you!

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He looks around when he hears her voice, and when he spots her, he quickly realizes what kind of situation she's in and strides forward. He smiles winningly at the people around her.]

Excuse me.

[He holds out his hand to her, intending to gently extract her from the drunken crowd.]

[confidentially]

[Jessica nearly audibly sighs with relief, taking his hand and letting him lead her out of the collective grasp of their intoxicated admirers. Once they've escaped the main rush of people, she lets out an airy laugh.]

Thank god you're here. I swear they were trying to crush me to death.

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[He smiles at her and glances back at the dance floor with a look of mild disdain.]

It's amazing how so many of them just don't know when to stop.

[He looks back at her and performs a slight bow.]

Regardless, I'm glad I could help.

[hope you don't mind that this isn't in brackets! easier for me to write prose]

[vissernone]

At first glance, Eva appears to be in a pool of blood. Second glance reveals that it's actually a dress of dark roses, although closer inspection reveals the no more comforting fact that none of the roses have been dethorned. Scratches on her body range from harmless white to oozing red, and she has little puncture wounds in her palms from gathering the hem up to walk up stairs.

She's in a mood befitting someone shoved into an outfit made of spiky plants, too. She arrives late and has half a mind to get drunk, and by the time she meets with Alastair she's already two flutes of champagne in.

"Come to help your District with our Tributes at last? How kind of you, Alastair." For as bitter as she is, there is still a trace of warmth with which she treats him. He is, after all, one of her successes, and a kindred spirit in bloodlust. She couldn't afford to alienate him entirely.

That's fine!

[reapsthewhirlwind]

At the sight of his own Mentor and one of the few people Alastair actually gives a shit about in the Capitol, Alastair smiles and rises to greet her.

"I'm told it's better late than never!"

He's about to continue when he notices that she actually is bleeding and what the cause is, and the smile drops away from his face completely. To most, this might be a disturbing sight, but in reality it's a sign of how much he does give a shit about Eva, that he'd let his facade drop with her, and in public no less. Though hardly anyone is really paying attention, or would even catch the glint in his eye that can only be described as murderous.

"Who the fuck put you in that?"

He's ready to go track someone down and make them pay.

Re: That's fine!

[vissernone]

The sparkle of vindictiveness in his eye is met by a certain sinister smirk on her own face. There's camaraderie in protectiveness - there's protectiveness from camaraderie. It's a cycle that fuels viciousness.

"District Nine style team. Are you surprised?"

Eva has a tendency to wear outfits that are high-fashion but off-putting, intended to keep people from touching her, and the rose idea seemed a good one at the time. It matched with the razor wire and spines and antlers she's used before.

"I designed it, but the idiots on the team didn't realize I didn't want to be turned into shredded meat in my own clothing and by the time they told me they hadn't removed the thorns on the inside, it was too late to let me change into something less impractical."

Ultimately, not the worst fate a Victor has ever had to suffer. "Are you enjoying yourself, at least?"

[finnickohdear]

[ Finnick had passing acquaintance with Alastair, as he did with a lot of Mentors. He knew he hadn't seen Alastair in a while, so he nodded to him when they passed. ]

Can I buy you a drink?

[reapsthewhirlwind]

[Alastair nods back, smiling.]

Hello there.

[He glances at his glass, which is empty.]

Well since I just finished mine, yes, you can, thank you.