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thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm
Entry tags:
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- joan watson,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- sigma klim,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ brainiac 5,
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ cecil palmer,
- ✘ courfeyrac,
- ✘ cuthbert allgood,
- ✘ dale "barbie" barbara,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ elim garak,
- ✘ ellie,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ felicity worthington,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ garrus vakarian,
- ✘ guy crood,
- ✘ hanji zoe,
- ✘ hans,
- ✘ hawkeye pierce,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jack frost,
- ✘ jesse pinkman,
- ✘ jessica wakefield,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ kevin,
- ✘ kili,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ max guevara,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ orc,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ rat,
- ✘ riley abel,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (cbs),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ starkiller,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ susannah dean,
- ✘ the disciple,
- ✘ topher brink,
- ✘ velma kelly,
- ✘ venus dee milo
The Crowning of Mindy McReady
Who| Everyone who's anyone.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.
The party is brightly colored.
The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.
Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.
Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.
About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.
The party is brightly colored.
The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.
Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.
Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.
About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.
Holiday
She felt like her mother had just dressed her up, except as a stripper who didn't own shoes.
Holiday huffed and tried readjusting her clothes a bit more again. If they just added a little more material to the thing, maybe she would feel more comfortable. All she wanted to do now was get very drunk, but that would just invite even more men than she was preparing for. She just made a quick bee line for the bar, trying very hard to not touch anyone or gain anyone's attention. They would have to do a double take to recognize her anyway.
... Who wouldn't do a double take after catching a flash of her, though?
Rebecca just settled on trying to not step on anything that might cut her foot open. They could have provided sandals, surely.
Re: Holiday
Harley trotted over in her red and black, form fitting jesters outfit and looked like she was torn between laughing and throwing something.
"Please tell me you picked that outfit yourself? Like you saw the loin cloth and suddenly had the urge to show off those lovely legs of yours?"
Because really all this Deja Vu was freaking her out.
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"Like, half the costumes here are outfits from people back in my world! I'd be more offended if I actually knew the gal you're dressed as...and I use the term dressed loosely." She added unable to help herself from making the joke.
"I think she's like...Compassion Lantern or something. I wanna say she's like a super pacifist or something...I dunno I read it online." She went on. "I'm just sayin' I'm not shy or nothing, honestly you wear that look better then she does...but is there no creativity left with these stylists? Are we just cribbing from the other universes now?"
Actually she was mostly concerned someone would be dressed like her Puddin' or Poison Ivy...and then they'd have to die.
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Holiday looked down at herself. "Compassion Lantern? I'm not sure I like it if they're trying to send a message here."
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"Most the people I've asked said their stylists just put them in these clothes and they didn't have any say. So it's like...did the Stylists know they were just making outfits based on people who already exist? Were they told ahead of time? Does the Capitol have some kind of crazy mind control influence over the stylists to manipulate them into this?" She ranted on further.
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Or cloning them and implanting false memories... but she couldn't accept that one.
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And after that completely unhelpful bit of information...
"I doubt they'd be so forthcoming as to give us a book about it or offer us a tour of the facility. Heck no one I've spoken to even remembers where the facility is. We just wake up in the Tribute Tower."
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"Now where's the fun in imagining with those strings? I know it's hard to believe, darling, but the stylists used to have some taste around here."
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Still, she snorted, but tried to remain as civilized as possible. "From what I've seen, I highly doubt that. They love to dress me in rags or something see through." Except for that Victorian style tea party when that girl had won ages ago. That was too much fabric.
Holiday looked to the bartender, annoyed and harried. "A double. Now."
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And standing out. Low cut and skin was nice and all, but far less so when every girl in the room looked the part. More than any others, district 8 had a reputation to maintain in the fashion department. Blending with the crowd just wouldn't do.
"And make that two, hun. We're going to need them tonight."
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"You're not new. You're not a tribute, unless I've been more drunk than I've assumed lately." Rebecca finally looked back to the other woman, giving her a once over. "You don't act like the locals either. Not like most of them anyway." A past Victor? Either that or a politician. Or both.
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Fuck, she could only hope it was just for now she was back in this layer of the arena.
"Velma Kelly. Born, raised, and victor of the district you're representing. I've been busy, but an introduction's better late than never, right?"
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Holiday frowned, not sure if she was annoyed or actually missed Calico for once. "Great," she huffed, knocking back her refill before giving Velma another look. "I'm Holiday, but I guess you know that."
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"This wasn't my idea of a good time, I can promise you."
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Smile still on her face, she offered her hand, "Hanji Zoe. I'm a new tribute."
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"I suppose this is still better than meeting in the arena. I'm Rebecca Holiday. How long have you been here?"
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Re: Holiday
His hair is streaked bright green, the color weaving in the length of his braid. His paint is just as it always is, and he wears a simple suit, which is apparently a generous ass motherfucking thing considering what all everyone else around here has got all stuck with.
He passes this person, and while he himself isn't too opposed against the show of his own flesh, she's clearly not, tugging her outfit this way and that. He's reminded of Terezi for the briefest moment and the time they did near the same thing to her, how she pulled at her clothes too while he tugged his too short hair. He groans at his own damn self before looking around him, just to be sure no one else is watching him, and pulling off the jacket.
"OY," He calls out. "You motherfucking need for something?" And by something, he clearly means the jacket which he extends outward.
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"Excuse m-"
When her eyes land on the jacket, though, she stops short. Was he be chivalrous here or-? Why did he even look so-?
Holiday shuts her mouth and reaches out to grab the jacket. "I-... Thank you?"
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"YOU SEEM SURPRISED," He says, too amused to refrain from pointing out the obvious. He ponders it all for a moment, then, with a wave of both hands extended outward, he gives a flourished, half-joking bow (though not too low that his horns may be caught).
"You're most mother fucking welcome, Sister," He says.
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After a moment of watching him, Holiday smiled a bit and put on the jacket, thankful for the covering. "Sorry, I'm just- I'm Rebecca Holiday." Yes, introductions.
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"APOLOGIZING AT FOR OUR OWN SELF AND BEING NOW ARE WE?" He continues to tease. He can't help it. It's too easy. Too fun to resist. But he makes sure to add his own name, "He is the Initiate, Fraysong. DISTRICT FIVE FOR RECORD, IF ALL SHE NEEDS TO KNOW FOR WHAT STYLIST TO PASS IT THE FUCK BACK TO LATERWAYS."