The Crowning of Mindy McReady

[etcircenses]

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.

Comments

[futilecycle]

Very interesting. Awareness returns to the Doctor's eye, Sigma lowers his wine and his full attention is now on Joel. "You don't say," he hums curiously. "Were it not extremely unlikely, I would almost have guessed we were of the same universe. After all, the death games were covert operations," he explains. This, of course, suggests that Sigma knows something he should not, but he hopes Joel will ignore this slip of the tongue. He quickly finds something to fill the silence with. "I was a young man when the outbreak happened. Billions died and their numbers never did recover. Until I came here, I doubted they ever would." A beat. "...Forgive me, I am straying far from party conversation," Sigma chuckles, though it was never quite appropriate to begin with.

[aintyourdad]

Joel shrugs. "Wouldn't know what party conversation is, anyway," he mutters into his drink. "Never learned how to make small talk. This - " He waves a hand to indicate all the dressed up, laughing, drinking people with their plastered-on smiles - "It hasn't existed in my world for twenty years."