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Derrick Zoolander ([personal profile] forserious) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-03-02 07:49 pm

It's a secret... tell your friends

Who| Zoolander and anyone!
What| A welcome party of Capitol proportions
Where| Super secret warehouse party club
When| A few days before the crowning.
Warnings/Notes| None!


Everyone currently in the Tribute Tower and the well to do and elite from around the Capitol have all received some invitations! They say in hand written letters: "Wellcome Derik to Distrik 10!" and includes a time and a place. The time is tonight and the place is an old warehouse that most people probably thought was closed down. Anyone who chooses to take up this odd invitation will find that the warehouse is now a jumping club with music pulsing and many bouncers out front.

Of course, those who have received invitations are allowed in straight away. A couple of hours into the evening Derrick will have the DJs stop spinning for a bit so he can address everyone in his slightly airy tone.

"Wow, I'm excited to see so many of you here. This is a great way to be greeted into the fabulous world of tribute fashion."


Anyone from District 10 who comes in will be escorted to the VIP lounge where Derrick is waiting for them. He has custom drinks available and specialty gift bags that include colognes, makeup of every kind, and some creams for every sort of skin type.

"I'm glad you could come. I'm ready to meet all the fantastic people I'll be designing for and dressing up. Do you have any special requests?"

I should be noted these special requests may or may not be entirely forgotten by morning.
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-03 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"What --" Carlos protests, as he is escorted directly back to the VIP room. "Now wait just a minute, I didn't think this was a party, I just wanted to meet --"

And then Derrick speaks, and Carlos listens, and the wheels start to turn. "Wait," he says, suspicion clear in his voice. "You said you would be designing. You're not a Stylist, are you?"
Edited 2014-03-03 04:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
"The opening?" Carlos repeats, dumbfounded. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Telemachus in a couple of days... "Oh, no. I have a bad feeling about this," he mutters under his breath.

"Derrick," he says aloud, squaring his shoulders under the lab coat and peering intently through his glasses, "do you know what happened to the last District 10 stylist?"
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-06 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Health reasons, Carlos thinks, face openly doubtful. But if that was true, why didn't I hear anything about it until now? Telemachus was perfectly healthy last week. There's more to this than I'm being told. He knows the kind of world he lives in, and he knows the kinds of things that happen to him. His mouth pulls into a thin line. Carlos does not know for sure that something has happened to Telemachus, but he thinks he knows who to ask about it.

This is the second time something unfortunate has befallen someone who cut Carlos's hair, and that doesn't look like coincidence, not to a scientist. It looks like a pattern. He sits down slowly on the retro grunge-punk armchair he had been ushered in front of.

"No thanks," Carlos mutters almost unconsciously to the waiter, waving the drink away.
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-15 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, it's all right, I didn't come here to drink," Carlos replies. "I only came because I saw that it was my district and I wanted to know who you were."
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-17 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's good," said Carlos, "since I'm not actually from District 10. None of us are, anymore." He wasn't sure what to make of this Derrick Zoolander, not without more data, but so far the unscientific impression he was getting was standard Capitol citizen. He supposed it was too much to hope for a stylist who was as understanding as Telemachus had been.

"You're from the Capitol, right?"
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[personal profile] youbarium 2014-03-18 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

"No, I'm not an alien," said Carlos tersely. "I'm from Earth, the same as you, just a different version of it." Hadn't anyone explained how the Neverending Quell worked to this man? How had he gotten a job as a stylist without understanding where the tributes came from?
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[personal profile] quiteliterally 2014-03-03 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Chris mills through the crowd, looking for their gracious host. When he locates Zoolander, he snaps and points to his face, smiling brighter than a human ought to be able to. "Derrick Zoolander."

An enthusiastic greeting if ever there was one, even if this particular stylist was a cause for budgetary concern unmatched by almost any other.

"You are a terrible speller."
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[personal profile] quiteliterally 2014-03-06 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
He gestures to himself with both hands, reminding Derrick who he is. "Chris Traeger."

Looking around the room, his smile doesn't waver, though it is very extravagant and expensive-looking. He can let that go after a few drinks, and mostly because he has trouble saying 'no' to even extreme cases like Zoolander.

"Oh, yes. It is the best party I've ever attended." A beat and still no change in his face. "Until the next party." He laughs a little, even, enjoying how this particular stylist took everything he said as a compliment. It complimented his ability to make anything sound like a compliment in the first place.
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[personal profile] quiteliterally 2014-03-16 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods, slowly, as if absorbing such a deep statement. Despite thinking it's a bit shallow, in truth.

"To have fun! Right? Are you having fun at your party, Derrick?" His undivided attention is on this guy, a vertitable bookkeeping nightmare. But he is very nice, and so Chris can't help but have a soft spot for him. In the same way he has a soft spot for everyone.
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[personal profile] quiteliterally 2014-04-09 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"There can never be too many people. That's the beauty of a party." Though lately, he could just as easily have stayed at home and watched recaps of the games and cuddled his three-legged-dog. It's probably sad that he's missing his dog in the middle of talking to this guy, but he does what he can. "Unless you think there are too many people here?"
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[personal profile] paidinbeer 2014-03-03 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hope those gift bags had a special cream for this skin type.

Orc lumbers into the club clad only in a pair of custom made jeans and shoes. His previous stylist had gone through a phase where he would try to paint Orc's bare chest and back with things. Orc didn't much care for the things he'd paint so he simply avoided the old stylist as much as he could.

Of course all good things must come to an end and so here he was being escorted into the private VIP lounge.

Thankfully there were drinks. Orc started with something blue. He'd always liked the color blue.

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[personal profile] paidinbeer 2014-03-06 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
That almost made Orc laugh and he shook his head "Not a superhero. I'm a monster." Then he decided to correct himself but only because he wasn't too drunk yet. "I was human, but god punished me for killing. There's a woman here who can make me human again but I can't find her."

Best explanation ever.

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[personal profile] paidinbeer 2014-03-14 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Orc blinked slowly, looking puzzled.

"I think I just did. Did I only imagine it?" He wondered but was happy for the drinks.

"I dunno what else to say." He offered a shrug, "I guess I could tell you how it sucks not being able to feel much."
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[personal profile] paidinbeer 2014-03-17 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A double hero?

"Wait...you think the guys who win the games are heroes?" The idea seemed almost laughable to the cynical young boy who had lived through a lifetime of misfortune already.
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-04 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
"If you get me pants that aren't made out of skin, there is a much higher chance that I'll wear them instead of disposing of them and stealing stuff from other people."

The pants Lyle was wearing were not leather, but they also clearly weren't made for him. They were dark green and rolled up at the cuffs -- rolled up neatly, but still rolled up. They didn't go at all with the iridescent black dress shirt, black gloves, and silver-on-black waistcoat. He was ignoring the drinks in favor of pawing through the gift bag, opening and sniffing everything and occasionally squinting at the labels.

Nope, all in English. Sprock.

"Other than that, I tend to stick with a black and white color scheme back home. It looks good on me and I don't have to mess around with it too much."
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-07 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
This sentient seemed to actually be interested in Lyle's opinion. Lyle eyed him warily. What was his angle?

"Okay, sure." He waggled the gift bag. Time to start working his own angle. "Are any of these fatal if ingested?"
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-16 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Lyle stared at the stylist for a moment, wondering if he was serious or if he was just playing a role.

"Will these make people sick if they eat them?" he clarified. Because Brainy had said that the Capitol had an awful education system, but he hadn't thought it was that awful.
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[personal profile] atippleoftransparency 2014-03-22 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Lyle considered for a moment, then shrugged. He'd have Brainy take a look at the labels later; they could work out what chemicals were in them and if there was anything they could do with them aside from smearing them on Lyle's skin.

"Do you know if they were tested on animals?"
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-03-04 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma isn't entirely sure why he bothered to accept the invitation. He tries to remind himself it was a gesture to become more sociable, and, in general, a more likeable person to those associated with his district, but the moment he enters the warehouse beads of sweat collect on the back of Sigma's neck. This is not an environment he feels comfortable in, and he finds himself grateful when someone arrives to whisk him away to a more private lounge.

Nervously Sigma pulls up a chair next to his new stylist. There is an awkward silence as the herculean man beholds Derrick, clearly not one for makeup parties or fashion. Sigma passes the gift bag a sidelong look, hoping to discreetly do away with it as soon as he could.

"Ah... No. In fact, I do not intend to stay long. I only wished to introduce myself. My name is Sigma Klim."

He is definitely regretting coming.
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-03-06 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Again Sigma looks uncomfortable, looking about the room as he weighs his options. He supposed it would have to happen eventually, as being prettied up by the Capitol was unfortunately a part of the Tribute's job description. "Hello, Mr. Zoolander. Whatever is easiest for you," he sighs in defeat.

But his last comment has perplexed him. "Pardon me, but isn't... isn't that part of the point?" he questions, trying to gauge this man's intentions. "You said I look 'spooky', I mean. Shouldn't I look intimidating? Or did you have a different approach in mind?" He had a bad feeling about this.
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-03-16 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Is that right?" This was news to Sigma. He had no insight into Capitol psychology, and supposed he had to trust his new stylist. "I had always assumed it was the strongest and coldest that were the best supported. I suppose my assumptions were wrong, then. So you want to try and spring a cool but friendlier image, is that it?"

As much as he hated the Capitol's obsessions with fashion, he had to admit, he liked the sponsors and what they gave once he was inside the Arena. Every little bit counts.
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-03-18 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma put a hand to his chin and thought about it. Then he dropped his hands to his lab and looked completely defeated. "I can't argue with that. ...Well, I suppose I'll have to trust you," he sighed. "As long as you don't make a fool out of me, there won't be any problems," he said vaguely threateningly. Really, he was teasing, but it felt good to try and joke around with someone again - even and especially if they didn't appreciate the punchline.