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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-03-24 12:14 pm

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.
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[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-03-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Holiday frowned at the other woman, already feeling the scrutinizing eye. It wasn't her fault she was dressed this way and she certainly didn't want to be judged on it. Not that the stylists or anyone in the Capitol cared. She wasn't a celebrity to these people; she was an object.

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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[personal profile] hotelcicero 2014-03-25 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"We'll have to work on that. It's hardly a democracy, but there's something to be said for a little class."

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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[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-03-27 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
They're drinks came immediately, of course. Nothing less at these sorts of gigs. Though, Holiday didn't comment and just knocked hers back as quickly as possible. There was going to have to be more soon, but someone seemed to want to have a conversation. That's fine. It was better than some of those other Victor parties, so how could she complain? Right?

"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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[personal profile] hotelcicero 2014-03-29 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's the first hint of annoyance she's shown, a scowl that's only viable for an instant before she shoots her own drink. When the glass is placed back down on the counter for a refill, the half-smirk smile is back. While the tributes not knowing the history was excusable, Velma's ego just couldn't swallow it that easily. But this was what she had to work with, for now.

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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[personal profile] doc_holi 2014-04-05 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
A Victor. Rephrase that. Her mentor.

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."