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WHO| Everyone in the Capitol
WHAT| A must attend events, as the game start to come to their peak.
WHEN| Mid-way through week four
WHERE| A warehouse on the edge of town.
WARNING/NOTES| Alcohol, drugs, possible more. Crazy partying. If your tribute is dead this week, it is up to your discretion whether they are there or not (don't worry if you have not in game killed them, we can turn a blind idea to wiggly time lines by a day or two if you wanna jump in)

As usual, the Capitol was tactful and discreet in their party themes.

Nah.

An old warehouse had been converted for this shindig, and filled with bright violet lights that made anything pale glow vividly. Attire among the guest had taken advantage of this; pale, neon colored clothes, many made with transparent layers, and dripping with neon paint. When there were clothes at all. More than a few people had opted to just decorate themselves with paint, glowing vividly under the black lights.

The music was loud, often interwoven with air raid sirens, the place well stocked with florid cocktails treats that seemed to smolder, carried around by avoxes in gas masks. And with the right words, it was more than easy to find anything else you might like.

The couple throwing this party were known for walking just on the edge of acceptable, their parties always pushing taboos. Which made them that much more gossiped about. Still, the faces seen weren't those usually seen rubbing elbows at these things: a younger, wilder crowd.

But the hosts had made sure to drop enough cash in the right hands to be sure, whether it was their scene or not, all their favorite tributes were there.

Large screens showed the games, though often altered in strange, bright glowing colors. In the center was a large sculpture, filled through with it own bright green iridescent fluid, rolling around in a hypnotic, phosphorescent patterns, turning all those near is a vivid, toxic green.

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Oh, she did know that voice indeed.

Turning, she looked up at him, for the first time really seeing him. A big guy, not bad looking. And, really, even if he was a bit rough around the edges, she was glad for the companionship.

"It just gets worse and worse."

Companionship? From Riddick? That was a new one. He tilted his head a little in acknowledgement that she had turned to look at him, but he was looking up at the screens still, himself. "Think that's kinda the point. Since they're all here to watch us kill each other. Bet they're eatin' up watching everyone die from radiation, too."

Or from giant turtle monster. He was glad he'd gotten out before that one. He'd have had to try and kill him.

"Radiation?"

Something radiating? The term seemed so familiar, but she couldn't place it. Was that what that had been?

"What, exactly, is radiation?"

"What's radiation?" Riddick eyed her, trying to gauge whether she was kidding or not. He had to guess she wasn't, since she really didn't seem the type. "Well. It's when chemicals start to degrade. They turn into more dangerous chemicals and kinda spreads around in the air. It's what made everybody feel sick, in there, and what turned that talking turtle into a monster."

It was a simplistic explanation, but he didn't really think anything more complicated would register with her.

She tried to process that. That they would willing do that to them didn't shock her. But that seemed such a horrible kinda of poison.

"How did it change Don?"

Riddick shrugged. "Don't look at me. It's just what I heard, don't know why it is. Can't think of anything else that'd do it." He'd considered it, though, and offered his best guess: "Maybe he's got some kinda sensitivity. He did say he's a mutant, and that's usually caused by radiation." They hadn't talked for long, but he'd found that much out, at least.

"Oh. So that's how you get a giant turtle..."

It made sense. Enough, at least, from what she'd been told. A little made him a big turtle, a little more...

"Why did it just kill all of us, then, and not make us huge?"

"Dunno. Maybe it's got somethin' to do with him already being mutated. Or maybe it would've done that to you all if we'd been around longer, and didn't die from it first." "You all" since he was already out of there when it started affecting people. Riddick shrugged. "I'm no doctor, and giant talking turtles are pretty outside my experience, so I'm just guessin'."

She had to laugh at that.

"Not really mine either. Or this radiation stuff." Her nose wrinkled. "Just glad we're not wrapped up in that anymore..."

"We will be again, soon enough." Riddick was, admittedly, a bit of a downer in most cases. He looked around at all the natives from behind his lenses, expression grim and a bit forbidding. "Who knows what shit they'll come up with for us next."

She shivered at the thought.

It wasn't even the dying. Lottie wanted her warm bed, and her home, and three full meals a day. She didn't want pain, and sleeping outside, and scraping by for food. If you were lucky.

"Well, I just try not to think about it."

"And in the meantime, go to fucking parties."

Not that they had a choice, apparently. Riddick wouldn't be here if he hadn't been told in no uncertain terms he had to be here. Put in an appearance, they said. Or else, they said. He really had to find something else to handle the "appearance" part of the deal besides these stupid parties.

"They really think this is enough for people?"

"I really don't think they care, darling."

She sighed, closing her eyes, and looking much older, and much more exhausted than her age justified. She didn't know anyone could be this tired, but here she was, wary to her bones.

Riddick gave a snort, amused at the endearment and unable to quite suppress a smile. It turned smirk-ward, but then, that's how his smiles usually went. "Guess not. 'Darling'. As long as we keep doin' what they want in that arena, right?"

He shook his head. Quite suddenly, he was sick of this place all over again. Since she was familiar with it all, he asked: "How long do they make us stay at these things? Will I find people with guns outside, if I try to leave early?"

She gave him a look at the mimicry, not sure if it was mocking or not.

"I don't think so. Not at this one. Your escort will probably flip out on you but...no one else."

Everything Riddick ever did was mocking, Lottie, better get used to it. At least it was amiable, in this case. "Well, since I don't got an escort, guess I'm good to go."

He eyed her speculatively. Nice gal, probably more comfortable at a party than him, but he was curious: "You stuck here with somebody, then?"

"Well, I generally am friendly with me district mates." She shrugged. "I don't know if you'd say I'm here with them, and all that would imply...but well, sort of."

"A'right." He wouldn't offer to walk her home again, then. "Guess I'll see ya around, then." He offers a grin and a playful little bow, this time the mockery being of manners and gallantry. "You enjoy the party."

She felt s blush, and wasn't entirely sure why. But she quickly dropped a curtsy with a wide smile.

"I'll see you around, then..."

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I like how both the post to Effie and Lottie were like "Yes he's mocking you."

well, they both thought he was! XD Draco's last reply had that in it, too

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