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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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"I haven't had any time to look up the history of this place. I just..." Died. "I just got here a few hours ago."

Sick and feverish and hallucinating, seizing to death, only to wake up healthy and well here. He looks almost confused at Wyatt's reaction, as if surprised still to see any sympathy here.

"Civilization kind of went bust a hundred and something years after your time. I miss wide open spaces, though. Lived in a big bubble back home."

Wyatt gave a small, commiserating sort of nod. He was, afterall, just out of the arena himself.

"Seems a lot of things went wrong along the way," he replied with a heavy exhale. "When I first got here, I wondered how all this coulda happened, how we coulda changed so much..." He looked up at the screens, mouth thinning. "Anymore I'm not sure I really wanna know."

"It's not all bad. We figured out cell phones and iPods. Those are pretty cool." Besides, Howard's pretty sure he wouldn't have many rights back in Wyatt's time period. "But..."

He looks around them at the partying people. "I guess they seem happy."

Wyatt shook his head, disgusted.

"I'm sure they are, that's what makes it all so wrong."