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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] futilecycle 2014-06-02 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma nods gravely. "Yes, you are exactly right. To tell you the truth, I have not seen for myself what happens when such a paradox occurs." His lips tighten into a thin line. He knows exactly what that reveals to Terezi. "...Perhaps he forgot about the entire thing and the book he wrote merely became an idea he dreamed up, his dislike for travel a happy coincidence. But I have another theory..."

Sigma cannot stand to look at Terezi, now. He turns his gaze away, watching the guests in the upper walkways to distract himself. He sounds every bit of his age when he speaks: "There is always a failed timeline, always the worst possible outcome for every success. Perhaps that is what stabilizes us. Because it exists, because it is reality for another version of ourselves, we can remember it."
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[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-06-02 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Terezi nods, accepting that response as something that might be the approximate truth. "That's how time travel works where I'm from," she admits. "It's good that you came to that conclusion yourself because it is a pain in the ass to try to explain that." She would know...She's tried before without a whole lot of success.

"Is that what you did, then? With your powers, when you saved Don from me and Karkat and Cuthbert?"
futilecycle: (A hero begging change)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-06-03 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma laughs hollowly. "Is that so? Well, I am grateful to find I am on the right track." Then he shrugs. "Somewhat, I suppose. My abilities to travel through time are separate to my abilities to read the information written on the morphogenetic field, though they do blend. That time, I was simply referencing another failed timeline rather than returning from one. Traveling through time is much, much more complicated than reading other timelines and I do not trust myself to do such a thing again..." He rubs his eyes, feeling sluggish, beginning to live the effects of the wine. Phew. He isn't as young as he used to be.

"...In any event, I'm afraid I've rambled for too long. I believe it is your turn. You said time travel operated under a similar principle, but are there any differences you have not mentioned?"
Edited 2014-06-03 16:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-06-22 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"You mean aside from the fact that not everyone can do it?" Terezi shrugs her shoulders, pulling her drink closer and sipping at it thoughtfully. "I wasn't originally a Seer. I was just a normal troll. No powers or abilities. Psychic abilities are typically reserved for the lower castes. Mutants. And the odd blueblood here and there." But she's not here to talk about that, especially not the bluebloods.

"My friends and I ended up in this... game. It's sort of horrible to call it a game, since it was actually the culmination of the end of the universe as we knew it. But it had monsters and levels and treasure, so you call it how it is!"

"Anyway! When we entered the game, each of us had a prefabricated title, planet, and destiny designed specifically for us. My title was the Seer of Mind. The combination of Seer and Mind meant that I could foresee the consequences of the choices that others made. It wasn't something I could do right away. It's part of your personal game quest to figure out what powers your title grants you and how you're able to apply them. Some of us figured it out pretty quickly, and some of us not at all."