It's a secret... tell your friends

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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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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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Zoolander laughs like he's in on the joke. It sounds a little empty, but that's just how he sounds.

"That's the spirit. You always have to look for a better party. Otherwise, what's the point of partying at all?"

There, that sounds suitably deep and meaningful. Enough that Zoolander can feel good about himself.

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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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His tone never really gets excited, but he does give a tight smile.

"Oh, for definite. How can I not have fun with some many interesting people here? There's like too many people to meet and talk to."

Zoolander bobs his head to the music, but doesn't manage to actually dance. He seems like he's sort of tightly wound considering how little he has to be thinking about.

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"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?"