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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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Okay, so maybe he was one of them and not in the way that people like Cinna were one of them, which was to say, one of them on the outside, but a normal person on the inside.
But there were some grains of goodness there, and it almost seemed as if he took pride in doing things that might make Guy's life easier.
It made it so complicated. He didn't understand why, if someone could manage kindness or sympathy, they could only seem to make it partway to being decent.
"Thank you," he said softly, though his brow was still furrowed slightly with thoughtfulness.
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"Just doing my job," he said with a smile and a wave of his hand. "If you have any other requests, please feel free to bring them to me. I'm staying in the District 6 rooms, so I won't be hard to find. If you need help with anything, I -- well, I can't promise miracles, but I do pull a little bit of weight here," he added with a conspiratorial lowering of his voice and glance around the room.
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But Guy was going with his gut here. There seemed to be some potential goodness in this guy - maybe something at least a little real.
There were ways to prod at that to make it come out, ways that wouldn't necessarily get him in trouble. And it wouldn't hurt to have someone from the Capitol on his side. There was so much to navigate and there were times he felt overwhelmed, even with the help of his friends and fellow Tributes.
So he tried to let the bitterness and resentment go, pretended it was draining out with his breath and down through his toes.
"Why don't we try this over? I'm Guy." He held out a hand. "This is how people say hello here, right? The hand-clasping thing?"
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But, well, friendliness from Guy was all Stephen had really wanted for the moment. He took Guy's hand. "It's good to meet you," said Stephen, playing along with the clean-slate act. "I'm Stephen, and I'm looking forward to working with you. And yes," he added, after a moment, trying not to think about how quaint it was that Guy called it a hand-clasping thing, "handshakes are used for formal hellos, formal goodbyes, and deals or agreements."
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"See, these are the things I need to know. All your little unspoken rules that have to do with dealing with other people are entirely different."
And navigating them successfully might mean the difference between life and death.
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And he would also try very, very hard not to be condescending about it.
"You've probably picked up a lot of them already, since you're smart and you've been here a little while. But was there anything specific you were wondering about? Anything we do that's still confusing?"
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"The wigs. Why? They look like dead animals."
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"They're supposed to," he replied, suppressing a grin. "A long time ago, our women would hunt and kill animals, treat them with chemicals, then wear them on their heads as trophies. The bigger the beast, the stronger the woman, which is of course desirable. We don't do that anymore, of course, but we still find it very attractive when a woman has a large, dead animal on her head." As he talked, the grin became harder and harder to hold back.
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"False advertising now, though."
He really didn't think many of the men or women in the Capitol would stand a chance against dangerous animals now.
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Stephen buried his face in one hand, and his shoulders started shaking. He couldn't in good conscience leave Guy believing that -- that would be a cruel way to take advantage of Guy's unfamiliarity with Capitol culture. He had better clear this up.
"I'm sorry -- I'm sorry, that wasn't true. That was all a lie. A very big lie. A lie so big Effie could kill it and wear it as a wig. I was kidding," he said, laughing into his hand.
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The difference was Hawkeye was always just silly but the Capitol had dragged Guy here against his will and understanding them could mean the difference between life and death and his ignorance was being taken advantage of, as if he was supposed to innately understand why they did the ridiculous things they did.
"For that, I'm going to lie constantly about stuff from my world, but also sometimes tell the truth and you're never going to know the difference until I clear it up."
He crossed his arms.
"Besides, the animal thing makes more sense anyway. If they think it looks good..."
He cringed slightly.
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His arms still crossed, he stood there rocking on his heels slightly as if trying to decide if Stephen deserved his forgiveness.
Then the corners of his lips curved just slightly, and he said, "They are going to be some very ridiculous lies. Yet very convincing. You won't have to pretend to believe them, they'll be so good that you actually do."
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He laughed a little bit and gestured to his own hair.
"They need more seashells. Of course if I were to suggest that to anyone they'd probably pick up every single one they find on a beach and go a little crazy with it but still. Seashells. Just watch, it'll be the next big thing."
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He held the club aloft and wobbled it in his hands.
"If they like us so much, why do they like watching us in pain?" he asked, but now he wasn't annoyed like earler. Now his voice was soft and questioning. "I don't like watching people in pain."
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He slid down the wall to sit on the floor.
"That's what you're too sheltered to understand. Instinct. If some of you were backed against the wall, you'd have instincts to survive or run or protect come to the surface, too. And even if it's not about the pain, we still feel it. Have you ever been stabbed?"
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Well that's just, like, your opinion, man"Well, no," admitted Stephen. "Guy, I understand that what happens in the Arena isn't pleasant -- but it isn't supposed to be. If the Hunger Games were easy, they wouldn't serve their purpose." The Hunger Games had a very important societal purpose, one that Stephen was born and raised to believe was necessary.
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He stared him down.
"If your society is sick enough to need people killing each other to keep it alive when so many of ours, by the way, don't and seem to function just fine, that's fine. I can't change that. You go ahead and believe that's the only way it can be - and I will smile when I need to smile if it keeps me alive."
His expression was filled to the brim with disgust.
"But don't pretend we don't feel pain or that it doesn't take over everything when you people have never had to feel it in your lives. You can't say it's not about our pain when that is what our whole world is thanks to you people. It can't not be about our pain if that's all that you make us feel while we're in there. Either it's about watching us in pain or it isn't. And next time you want want to lecture me about it not being about pain, stab yourself in the throat first and see if there's anything else you can think about other than pain while it's happening. Then you'll be allowed to say it's just 'unpleasant' instead of 'agonizing.'"
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"I'm sorry," Stephen said, and he truly did look it. "I didn't mean to upset you." And here the illusion of comprehension would break; Guy would realize that Stephen simply wasn't understanding. "But you did ask, and I answered you as best I could." Stephen hadn't been lying, and he hadn't said what he had said out of malice or deliberate cruelty. "We can talk about something else, if you'd prefer that."
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Finally, he said, "Leave me alone. I don't feel like talking to you anymore tonight."
He would later, perhaps, but not right now.