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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] aintyourdad 2014-04-01 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Joel snorted. "They don't know what they're talkin' about, anyway. Not like I ever had much trouble..."

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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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-01 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wyatt shook his head, commiserating, but then he sighed.

"'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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-02 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure either way we'll never hear the end of it. They just gotta have their say no matter what," Joel said with a humorless bark of laughter. "When we're not up to their standards, they gotta complain about us, and when we are, they gotta fawn over us. Either way, it's attention I don't really want."
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-02 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Snorting, Wyatt gave Joel a clap on the back with his free hand, tucking a mouthful of roast beef and soft bread into his cheek.

"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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-03 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Just what I always wanted," he said sarcastically. "Folks all up in my business. Can't say I've ever had the experience of talkin' to a stranger who already knows my name, before comin' here."
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-03 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt was silent for a moment, chewing quietly.

"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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-05 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"So we're all playin' a popularity contest, is what you're sayin?" Joel asked, raising his eyebrows.

He thought he'd probably already lost that, but he supposed there was no accounting for taste.
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-05 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt paused a moment, recalling what Venus had told him in the arena, when he'd been so sure of his own death.

"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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-06 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Joel tilted his head a little. "But that's just a theory, is it?" After all, the Capitol could probably send people back on a whim, just as they probably brought people in on a whim. They had the power - they didn't necessarily need any particular reason to exercise it.
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-06 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jus' a theory," Wyatt echoed. "But the Games are all about keepin' control. Keepin' the districts down, keepin' the Capitol happy."

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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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-06 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"They look like they know if they're not happy, they sure as shit don't wanna show it," Joel said with a shake of his head. "Like if they pretend hard enough, it'll be real."
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-06 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Which part?" Wyatt asked, arching an eyebrow at Joel with a rough snort. "That they're happy? Er that we are?"
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-07 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Definitely that second part," Joel said, shaking his head. "Probably the first part for some of 'em at least."

Because of course, not all of them could be totally unaware of how terrible the system was.
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[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-07 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," Wyatt's head tipped, mouth pursing bemusedly, "they are an imaginative lot."

He nodded at Joel's hair, smirking.

"They thought that was a fetching look."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-09 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That ain't imagination, it's just bein' crazy," Joel said with a quiet bark of laughter.
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Want to start wrapping up?

[personal profile] the_marshal 2014-04-09 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Wyatt's head ducked, hiding his grin as he chuckled, that low rumbling laugh.

"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."
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sure!

[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-04-10 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Joel shook his head - Wyatt could pretend all he wanted, Joel didn't have the first notion how to do it. But he waved the other man off, anyway.

"Good luck."

He meant it.