The Crowning of Mindy McReady

[etcircenses]

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.

Comments

[president_evil]

Wesker knew of her, of course, had watched has many of the old games as he'd had access to -- and made it a point to rewatch the arenas in question when one of the many victors wormed their way out of the woodwork. He was aware of the tactics she used, the lethal combination of cunning and beauty... but that didn't tell him about her.

Her goals. Her intentions.

She might be of use, or she might be in his way.

He studied her silently for a moment, this not-Valentine, eyes unreadable behind the dark lenses of his glasses.

"A most useful thing," he agreed. "Depending on what they have to offer."

[confidentially]

"Exactly." She smiled, hands gliding to her hips then. She wasn't completely sure, but she was hopeful that perhaps she was making progress. But then again, she knew it would be a hard sell on Wesker. "Just between you and me, I happen to be a very versatile person."

[president_evil]

Both eyebrows rose, the pale head tipped.

"Are you now?" He gestured with an elegant hand to the gathered crowed around them: citizens, tributes, and fellow mentors alike. "Something that sets you apart from the class, Miss Wakefield?"

[confidentially]

She nodded, lowering her eyes slightly. "That's right. Their strategies and mine don't always align, but where there's a will, there's a way."

[president_evil]

"And what way is that?" he asked, wondering if she'd be so helpful as to actually tell him -- though he didn't expect it. "Perhaps I might be of service."

[confidentially]

"You'll find out, soon enough." Jessica's lips twisted up into a neat little smirk. "I'm sure we'd have lots to talk about. Maybe we could talk again, somewhere a little less crowded."

[president_evil]

"I'm not hard to find. District Eleven." He slanted her a look, his red-gold cat's eyes flashing above the dark lenses of his glasses. "I'm sure you recall."

[confidentially]

Her laugh was throaty, but seemed genuine. "Of course. Maybe I'll come up an say hello sometime."

[president_evil]

"I look forward to it," he nodded, a small, elegant bob. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I see some sponsors ready to be parted from their wallets."

A pair of them, garish and gawking, from a few feet away. Oh-so-subtly whispering behind their hands as their painted eyes danced back and forth, pretending not to watch.

"Good evening, Miss Wakefield."