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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.

[personal profile] iflipmyhair 2014-03-26 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
At this, Homura shook her head.

"They did it for their own reasons. What those are are irrelevant, because they lend themselves to the same end."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I will call you by name)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-03-27 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Her eyes skip over the woman, still on stage with her gleeful grin, and onto the crowd again. A quick dart back to Homura, then glancing back to the stage. The bowls had only two names. Her fate was decided from the start.

"The end being tossed into another arena mere nights after one ends." She breathed in, out, harshly, still trying to get her breath under control. When she can finally control her tone, it's trying to be light, casual, "It's too late to go back and take back all the people I talked to in Seven. And I wouldn't really want to--and it's selfish to wish someone else could take my friends places."

[personal profile] iflipmyhair 2014-03-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. Its too late." Homura closed her eyes. "But do you regret it?"
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (Will fall ignored)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-03-28 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course not." The answer is quick, without the need to think deeply or mull it over. She never regrets kindness. What would life be like if she did.

"I would never regret talking to them. I only regret that this was the end of it. Perhaps they didn't know we would be fighting again. Perhaps they thought it was a popularity contest. I can't know and I won't judge the district for it."