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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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/wrap

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-04-06 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone needs luck in the Arena. I'll see you tonight."

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.