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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.
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So she snorted a high pitched laugh at Shepard and said, "And what would be the point of that? Is your life just that happy that you have to drink pain into it? You feel pain, attack pain. Embrace it. It's what these vultures -" She gestured at the sponsors crowding the edges of the dancefloor, who instantly pretended that they hadn't been whispering behind their hands, "feed on."
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There is a reason that Shepard had only ever been publicly approached by one fan, and one only since arriving at the Capitol. But that's another story.
"The point is not to be able to remember why you started drinkin' in the first place. At least for a while."
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"I like the idea but pinball won't work. Tact here has to be a bit more... subtle. You don't want to end up with the peacekeepers now, do you?" She glanced up, eyes flicking to one of the ever-present Peacekeepers in the corner of the room.
"But I'd rather remember. I like to feel it in my blood. I like to let it keep running, keep me... insane." Her glare turned to a grin.
"What's your name?"
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It's true enough that Shepard wasn't afraid of the Peacekeepers. For one thing, half of them seemed more interested in looking scary than acting it, and she'd fought far worse and come out on top. No, the question of the armed guardsmen wasn't whether or not they'd kill her if it came to a fight. They would, of course, it was only a matter of time and numbers, but most of them had figured out that the first half-dozen or so to go for her would die pretty quickly, and not one of them wanted to be part of that number. When, or if, that fight got started, it would be a long and bloody one, and neither side was eager to get the ball rolling.
They tended, instead, to eye one another over various distances and say nothing, like territorial bulls.
"Shepard," she replied to Johanna, although it was a matter of public record and Joanna probably already knew it, despite the way her hair was artfully gelled into what was undoubtedly meant to be a heroic wave. She liked her outfit, it was more a jump-suit than a leotard and tailored about as close as her Alliance regulars, which was only comforting until she thought about it. Shepard had been avoiding thinking about it, "No argument there. I'd take idiots, or disgusting, but both at the same time is a bit much."
I'm so sorry! I've been out with the flu for ages!
Johanna looked Shepard up and down. She quite liked her look, and especially appreciated her don't care attitude. But she refused to look remotely impressed by her. What did make Johanna smile a tight smile was Shepard's sentiments about the Capitol idiots.
"Yeah, well. Show them in the arena. Make every blow count and get out as soon as you can."
Why can't her Tributes be like Shepard?
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Once, her yeoman had asked if everyone in Shepard's employ had family issues by requirement. As it turns out, not having a family counted towards that number; they didn't speak much about it, after that.
"You don't have to tell me how do this job. I'm perfectly capable of hurting people all on my own."
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"You don't want to win? Because death means nothing any more? Maybe I wouldn't have killed if I'd have known I'd be brought back to live in the lap of luxury. It takes a bit of the urgency away, doesn't it?"
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It called for a drink. Hell, two drinks— this white wine was very pretty, but it wasn't anything like strong enough.
"I want to win, sure. But that's mostly because I like winning. Everybody likes winning," that last muttered into her glass, glancing out among the crowds in a reflexive scan for danger, the assassin gunman who wouldn't come. Her eye caught on Mindy, resplendent in purple, and her drawl turned from dry to sarcastic, "I mean, aren't you just so damn glad you won? Isn't life just so much... fancier, nowadays?"
Shepard is a betting woman, when the opportunity arises, and she'd have put good credits against bad to bet that Johanna didn't much enjoy her life as a Victor.
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She sipped her drink: Johanna didn't drink too much, but she had always found it prudent to at least pretend to be a bit tipsy for the Capitolites. It gave her much more scope to speak her mind and not get in trouble for it; they were more willing to indulge her because she's drunk.
Fools.
Johanna grins her first genuine smile of the evening at Shepard's comments though. She does appreciate the sarcasm.
"I adore glitter. And parties. And these lovely, KIND idiots." Johanna shook her head. "Gimme a log cabin and a forest any day. I'm already sick of all this simpering. I wish I could punch everybody who tips their head to the side and speaks to me as if I was five."
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Making a show of sussing out the tactical flaws in the incumbent military structure was one kind of mistake, but gesturing vaguely at the obvious was another thing entirely. Particularly when the two of them were still subject to it.
Shepard's her own brand of bitter and broken, but she's learned to use it.
"I'll keep you in mind, next gift holiday. Ten pounds of glitter to District Seven. Gratis."