Conscientia

[gamemakers]

WHO| Open
WHAT| Night life at the Speakeasy
WHEN| Evenings this week
WHERE| The Speakeasy
WARNINGS/NOTES| Feel free to use this party post style, or however you like if you would like to set any threads here.

The speakeasy was a classy joint. Wood panels, and soft velvet, and usually some kinda of live music, something mellow and easy to relax to. It was big, with low ceilings and with many back rooms, some easy to access, others less so. Easy to get lost in. And it gave off an air of class, of comfort, and being a part of something a little different from the rest. The kinda place where everybody knew your name, and everybody knew to be discreet about it.

It was the perfect place to grab a drink, sit, talk, and relax. No one over heard you, no one got in your business, but everyone was glad to talk if you wanted to find a friendly face. The owner, Conscientia, made her round every now and then, saying hello to her regulars, welcoming those who were new.

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[mannersmatter]

"Never! Never, please, have a seat Cinna!"

She smiled broadly at him. It wasn't hard to see that Cinna was someone the other thought very highly of. Someone who took District 12 seriously (something even Effie herself wasn't the best at) and who had made what they had done possible.

So, of course he was always welcomed to drink with her.

[setfires]

Cinna happily sat by her and looked over her clothes. "You look lovely tonight," he said. It was such an off handed comment, but he expected that she would be the type of person who would take him saying that for the compliment it could be.

She was one of the few people who dressed in Capitol styles that didn't make him feel a little sick to his stomach, but that was probably because she had been a part of what they had done.

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, thank you!" She said, preening happily. "You look dashing yourself. As always."

A good looking team was always a good thing, too. Cinna's style was becoming legendary, and she was more than happy.

"Oh Cinna, I know I've said this before, but we are really so grateful for you on this team. Compared to our last stylist..." Well. Really that was all she needed to say.

[setfires]

"You know it's the least I can do. I wanted to leave a good impression too." He had wanted to do it for Katniss's sake, but he didn't feel the need to say that. Effie could make up her own mind about what he meant.

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, you more than left a good impression Cinna." She said, lifting her drink in gratitude. "Not...to down play anyone's role, but if they hadn't started so strong, they never would have made it."

Made history, really.

[setfires]

"I'm sure you would have found a way," Cinna said, easily complimenting Effie.

[mannersmatter]

"Oh no you don't. We made history and I will not let you sell yourself short." Her grin was broad, and...perhaps she had a bit to drink already.

But why not celebrate? More. It was never a bad idea to celebrate anything. Even if...

Well, that was a bit too much of a downer right now. Oh but she missed them.

[setfires]

"Oh I never do," Cinna said, smirking a bit. "That's part of being a genius," he added, though his comments didn't come off as unlikeably arrogant. He was confident in his abilities.

[mannersmatter]

Really, even if he had been arrogant, it wouldn't have really phased Effie. He had every right to be arrogant.

"To 12 then!" She said with smile, lifting her glass up.

[setfires]

He toasts with her, holding up his glass to 12. "What do you think of our odds now?"

[mannersmatter]

"Well, Mr. Stark is a fairly strong possibility."

If they could get him to play.

"Draco is....I'm not sure about him."

Also, not really getting gold stars at his level of playing.

[setfires]

"I think I can help sell Draco a bit better. He has beautiful features."

[mannersmatter]

"And he has the manners and the charms. It's just..." She shrugged, giving Cinna a looked of frustration. "Getting him to use them."

Draco was a nut that Effie was still convinced she would be cracking. Soon.

[setfires]

"We'll work on it. They're just not used to seeing the Games like the Tributes were before."

[mannersmatter]

"It's so true. Really, I think we should all be getting a raise for all the extra effort we have to put in, adjusting them to things."

She hated when they were new. But it was sort of worth it for them not dying.

[setfires]

"Do you think the Capitol would listen to that petition? I'd imagine they've been earning a lot based on the fact that the Games never end now." Then again, the money that must be pouring into each new arena had to be enormous.

[mannersmatter]

"Exactly! And we are putting in so much more work ourselves. I mean generally, a stylist only makes a handful of outfits. I mean, unless they win, then there's more work..."

She trailed off, lips pursing. More work for them, and in the back of her head, she heard Haymitch pointing out that less work for them wasn't great for their Tributes. Still.

"And, oh the meetings!" Escorts had been piled with meeting after meeting lately. Really, some of them couldn't sneeze without having paperwork for it.

[setfires]

"Have you noticed how none of them really grasp what it means to be a Tribute too? I mean, they understand the Arenas and all of that but... I've heard quiet a few complaining about the plans their Stylists and mentors have for them... It's a little disheartening." Cinna was commenting lightly, trying to see what she thought about the fact that people were pulled from other worlds.

For him, the disagreements with mentors and Stylists meant that the Tributes weren't trusting Capitol citizens to tell them what other more connected Capitol citizens were interested in sponsoring. The District Tributes would always go along with it because they knew it was the best chance they had to survive.

[mannersmatter]

"I know! They are completely unsuited for it. They have no understanding of why it happens, of what they are fighting for, of...anything, really."

She sighed, throwing up a hand in exasperation.

"It's just a mess."

[setfires]

"Maybe we could do something about that? Help educate them some way, I mean," Cinna said thoughtfully.

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, Cinna, that is a wonderful idea!"

She clapped her hands together with a big smile. Make things better, easier, for all of them running this show.

[setfires]

"You don't think it would just be extra work?" Cinna asked. "I was considering throwing something like a fashion show, but with a history lesson mixed in. I doubt that the other Stylists would be on board with an idea like that though."

[mannersmatter]

"Hmmmm...."

She sank back in the booth, lips pursing as she though about it.

"Well, maybe we can just do it in 12. Or, even if we can get a few...we have more than enough tributes now, we;d only need 2 or 3 others to have 12..."

[setfires]

"That's a thought," Cinna said. "We could always bring in models too, you know. Hire some."

[mannersmatter]

"Oh, that's a good call to. They would know more about the history, and maybe be able to help communicate it a bit better than the non native people among us could..."

What, exactly, she expected a run way model to communicate she wasn't sure.