It's a secret... tell your friends

[forserious]

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.

Comments

[futilecycle]

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.

[forserious]

"If you want to look like a mad scientist I can work with that too. But I think it's a good idea to look as good as you can, that way lots of people will want to send you gifts in the arena, right? If you look big and scary they won't want to do nice things for you."

If Sigma really wants to talk Zoolander out of it, it won't be too hard. He's got about as much spine as a jellyfish and he won't fight what his tributes want.

[futilecycle]

"...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.

[forserious]

"Well nothing is scarier than someone who looks good but is also scary."

Derrick nods at his own deep statement. He orders more drinks, not for anyone in particular, but just so everyone had something to choose from.

"I want District 10 to look really good, and you're part of District 10, right?"

[futilecycle]

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.