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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.
well, now the secret's out
That said, even he's heard of the Quarter Quells. That had been the source of their problems, after all.
The synthetic quality to the fabric of her dress breeds an odd sort of apprehension in him. It's not the cause, of course, it's simply what's setting it off. Nevertheless, he fidgets with the collar as though brushing his fingers against it enough times will make him understand it and everything else that's about to happen to them. "Courfeyrac proved well enough that he is capable of handling himself. That said, I appreciate it. Those who have been included in this Arena are better fighters, by and large. Do not tell him I said that."
cries in toilets
She lets him run his fingertips and thumb over the collar of her dress, her breath catching in her nose as each static shock of need passes through the contact of her skin. And she raises a hand to rest against his cheek.
What would they think, the viewers who will undoubtedly see this somehow, someday, if she were to grab him now and kiss him and tell him that she needs to make sure everyone, him and Ellie and Kankri and Courfeyrac, are taken care of because she feels increasingly helpless? That the more evil she sees the more powerless she finds herself? That she knows that she has become a thousand times stronger in the last few months, and yet still can't keep pace with how the world continues to open up to human suffering, to evil?
Hold down the fort, she wants to say, not because of their vulnerability but because of hers.
But what she does instead is smirk and rub her thumb, gently and back and forth, over his cheekbone. "I hope you're still allowed to send me presents in this one. Courfeyrac and I will expect nice ones."
wow dramatic much
It's with that tentative thought in mind that he reaches up to pull her hand from his face while leaning forward for a soft kiss. It's nothing scandalous, and the viewers at home will likely be disappointed, but it's genuine and even slightly hopeful. When he pulls away, he's wearing a very small smile. "That was a misunderstanding, you know. They told me I was sending you the standard food supply. I will send you whatever they let me. You know that."
Me? Never!
"I figured, with Courfeyrac getting a basket like that from Marius." Of al the people who have to worry about errant lovers, Venus thinks Cosette is the least likely to have valid fears. Venus herself may be equally secure, she knows.
There's an uptick to his lip that asks for a little more than they've just had, a second of that kiss longer than they've taken, and she obliges it with a squeeze to his hand, with pulling their linked fingers and palms over to rest above her heart, obediently thrumming along not out of fear for the upcoming Arena, but the thrill of this closeness.
no subject
It's with reluctance that he pulls away. They're still in public, and while they can both be quite enthusiastic students, there is still an awkwardness to him regarding anything related to amorous physical contact. Being aware of one's deficiencies might make him more adept at fixing a problem, but it certainly doesn't do anything for the self-consciousness that comes along with doing so.
He thumbs at her hand, memorizing its softness, and the way it fits into his. Enjolras and Venus hold hands frequently enough that it shouldn't be so revelatory each time, he can't really say that he's disappointed it still is.
"You do not know that. Marius and Courfeyrac lived together for a while, they are very close."
no subject
She rubs her free hand over his knuckles, thinking that the motion of his thumb, of her fingers, is not unlike the gears of a clock working between and beneath each other. She sighs audibly as she lowers her hand. Some Capitol citizen at the party, some eavesdropper who managed to get within earshot, sighs more audibly at the voyeuristic moment ending, and Venus feels a flush of indignation at them. The illusion of privacy is broken both painfully and quickly. Venus' neck flushes slightly, but she doesn't grant them the reward of a look in their direction.
"I should go and gather my allies." If she felt she had no other responsibilities, she would want to find some hidden place - a cafe, their bedrooms, anywhere - and hide away with him, not for sinister reasons but simply to revive the illusion of seclusion. "I'll see you tonight at the suite. Do you mind if I come over to sleep?"
no subject
"I would wish you luck, but I know that the truth is that you do not need it. Just know that my offer stands. I will help you in any way I can." He pulls their hands up to his lips, kissing the top of her knuckles that rest over his. Venus may not need to the luck, but Enjolras hopes it'll be with her all the same.
/wrap
She gives his hand a final squeeze, a pulse that comes straight from her heart like a ping of radar, and slips back into the crowd. She's sure her last comment will be fodder for a hundred tabloid headlines tomorrow, but she doesn't care. The truth is, while she doesn't fear death, she's afraid of simply disappearing, and the idea of spending what may be her last night alive alone and staring at the ceiling seems a fitting way to less die than dissipate. She wants to spend it with him. She wants to feel alive and remembered (and cherished).
She makes the rest of her business at the Crowning as quick and painless as she can, though it still tangles her up for many, many hours.