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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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Instead of killing their own, permanently.
"That's definitely sick and twisted," he pointed out after a moment. "There's gotta be a resistance, though. Can't imagine folks'd just roll over and let their kids be killed."
He wouldn't.
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Wyatt's voice dropped sharply, barely audible over the scream of the toy guns, and the crush of the crowd.
"Talk like that in here, you'll end up like them."
He nodded toward an Avox, silent and still, staring ahead as if it couldn't see anything.
He leaned a step closer.
"They listen, even when ya can't see 'em. Here, in your rooms, on the street. Remember that."
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Joel suspected as much.
But he wasn't about to nose his way into any of that shit. Because that's what it was - a great big pile of shit, that sucked people in and killed them. Permanently. And he had Ellie to look after.
"Tough to imagine,, that. Creepy as hell, too," he muttered with a shake of his head. "Ah well. I'm just feelin' proud I convinced the stylist not to mess with my beard."
Good change of subject. facial hair. Wyatt could appreciate how a man's facial hair was sacred.
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"It's a give an' take, with that lot," he replied after he swallowed, following the new conversation as easily as if they'd been talking about stylists the whole time. "Give 'em a little room somewhere else--" he gestured with his free hand to the jacket, "--and they'll do the same for you where it really matters."
That's how he'd kept them from shaving him now like a newborn babe.
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"Ya got lucky there, friend. That's downright tame. This one time, after my third, er four, arena, there was this party where they wanted me to parade around all but buck-naked, in front'a God an' everybody an' they wanted to shave me down smooth as baby's bottom."
He gave himself a shake at the mere memory.
"The best I could do was to agree to the outfit so long as they left all my bits were they were."
He was man damnit. Men had hair on their chests. Whatever the stylist had seemed to think.
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As if it didn't actually find that a bit comforting.
He got attention enough as it was.
"They wouldn't lasted a day back home, the flowers."
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Well, to be fair, he never tried much. It was just Tess, for a long, long time. He could imagine her face when presented with the prospect of Joel being shaved down from head to toe, and it made him simultaneously want to laugh and cry.
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"'Spose we shouldn't complain too much, we might be exactly what they wanted an' then we'd never hear the end of it."
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"Welcome to the club, friend. I wish I could tell ya it stops, but it don't. Some of the shine wears a bit, the longer yer here an' new, excitin' tributes arrive, but nobody ever forgets an' you'll always have folks comin' up on ya 'bout somethin' er other."
Best Joel could likely hope for was for a district-mate who enjoyed the dress-up and kept the teams busy enough to let Joel slide by.
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"That's a bit double-edged," he mused after he swallowed. "No, ain't especially pleasant, but it could be worse. If didn't talk 'bout ya at all, they might decide ya weren't worth keepin' around."
He looked at Joel, a serious edge coming into his eyes, hardening his gaze.
"They never bring everybody back. Every arena, there's always a few, nobody ever sees again."
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He thought he'd probably already lost that, but he supposed there was no accounting for taste.
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"This last arena was my ninth," he said finally, slow and thoughtful. "An' I was certain it was finally gunna be my turn to be one'a those that didn't come back. A friend'a mine said I was sure to come back 'cause the Capitol likes me so much."
Liked, she'd said, seeing him and Max together. (The Roman a guard even so far away.)
"An' here I am." His shoulders rose and fell as he turned away from the victor's court. "Whether or not that's really got anythin' do with it, I couldn't tell ya... but it does make a man think."
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Sandwiched finished, Wyatt brushed his hands together as he turned to look at the crowd around them.
"They look happy, don't they?"
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Because of course, not all of them could be totally unaware of how terrible the system was.
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He nodded at Joel's hair, smirking.
"They thought that was a fetching look."
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Want to start wrapping up?
"That too," he agreed. "But I was tryin' to be polite. Speakin' a'which--"
Straightening again with a long exhale, he nodded toward the crowd, "I should probably mind my manners an' get back to pretendin' I'm happy to be here."
sure!
"Good luck."
He meant it.