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WHO| EVERYONE
WHAT| Effie is throwing a small scale party for just the tributes.
WHERE| The District 12 suite.
WHEN| Christmas
WARNINGS/NOTES| Secret Santa's are under the cut. Feel free to tag in whether you signed up for secret santa or not.

Effie had tried very hard to make this a party that was actually made for the tributes, not made to show them off.

She had tried very, very hard.

The food was what she had been able to investigate as “home” cooking for those she could track down, an odd arrangement of food that sometimes got close to the tributes home food, and sometimes was a terrible disaster. Blood pudding, for example, was a dish best avoided. But then it usually was.

The best hits reel had been her idea. It took a tense conversation with Haymitch and about 45 minutes to convince her that now, that wasn’t really what any Tribute wanted to see when they were trying to relax.

After that the party was much nicer, mellow music, holiday cheer and, for a holiday party, fairly low key. Lorne had karoke going in one room, while another had a large glittering Christmas tree and mellow music playing, with the District 12 windows wide open to show the snow covered city underneath.

Eliot-Neeshka
Kevin-Lottie
Valeria-Tony
Momoko-Draco
Alpha-Anna
Cinna-Momoko
Epoinine-Alpha
Alex-Jade
Jade-Ariadne
Neeshka-Eliot
Anna-Valeria
Lindsey-Glinda
Glinda-Annie
Ariadne-cinna
Elliot-Alex
Lottie- Eponine
Annie-Jade
Tony-Glinda
Shepard-Lindsey
Draco-Kevin

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Lorne was honestly more excited than he should be. The music wasn't perfect but there was some decent stuff Effie had been sweet enough to find for him. There were spot light pointed at the small stage where there was a stool and a mic.

He milled around making sure everything was in it place. The song selection book was sitting on a table right by the stage as well as the sign up sheet. He would have to cue the music himself, but that was okay. He just hoped there were some singers in this place.

Edited 2012-12-27 06:33 (UTC)

Eponine turned up in the most modest clothing she could find in her big wardrobe; an oversized white jumper and a long black skirt. Her hair was down, and tangled, though she had brushed it. Valeria was probably going to have a fit when she saw Eponine but Eponine couldn't care less.

For a while, she stood awkwardly in a corner, clutching the bottle of gin she had brought for her Secret Santa. She had NO idea who Alpha was, and didn't know what to buy a man anyway. Scratch that, she didn't know what'd make a good present at all; she had never had to either give or receive one before today. So she chose what she would like; the gin was cheap, but it would do the job just as well if it kept bad dreams away.

She tugged at the sleeve of her jumper with her bitten nails. She had no idea how to behave at a party - a party that she had actually been invited to (unlike the strange one after the arena that she had accidentally wandered into). She hoped someone she knew actually turned up soon.

Neeshka had finally embraced her wardrobe. Well, not all of it, but she could at least be less picky about it, and she didn't mind so much showing off her belly. It was, after all, a cute sort of belly, right? With a long shimmery vest, a diagonal midriff shirt that went all the way down one arm, and pair of skinny pants, she might not be quite as beruffled and brightly colored as the natives, but she didn't seem entirely out of place and medieval as she used to, either.

The tail and horns still didn't go away, but hey, she liked being unique.

She snorted at the "greatest hits" screens, laughed at finding haggis, of all things, among the offered spoils, and found herself some bubbly champagne and mingled around cheerfully. She'd find Eliot eventually to give him his gift, but that could wait.

As these things go, Bruce was always at least a little prepared of the possibility of waking up in an unfamiliar bed with unfamiliar people all around him. There were a number of possible explanations, but it all came down to the other guy, and therefore it was never going to be a good thing.

This, right here, was most emphatically not a good thing.

Habit had him sneaking around and trying to test the waters, figure out as much as he can before they start paying too much attention to him, and sneaking around lead him eventually to this little shindig. He hesitated around the entrance, not sure if he's allowed to be in this area or who exactly he'll find inside.

After a few minutes of no evil security drones or whatever they have around here picking him up and taking him to reeducation, he'll cautiously head inside, though as soon as someone looks in his direction he'll turn around as if incredibly interested in whatever's behind him-- unless, of course, it's someone he recognizes from home.

Not having far to go to get out to the main party, Draco decided that he would make himself as fashionably late as Effie would allow, and dress as much like he actually wanted to as he could. It felt like Christmas back home, or as much like it as it could, given that he'd arrived there just after Christmas back home; even so, there was still something about it all that made him feel more than a little bit homesick.

It even showed on his face as he mingled around the party now, looking a little bit wistful, his hands tucked into trouser pockets. It hadn't even bothered him that much that he had to buy something for someone he hated; he'd managed to find something easily enough, something basic, something that couldn't possibly be refused.

Cinna had helped where he could, seeing the party was a way to bring himself from the self-imposed work coma he had inflicted on himself. He wanted to be a presence in this dorm again, even if the lack of Katniss was painfully noticeable.

His gift was beautifully wrapped, though he didn't know a lot about the person he was buying for. He had gotten her official measurements from information he had gleamed from the network, though the hand crafted coat was seriously understated, as not to conflict with her Stylist. It would compliment her without clashing with what her Stylist was planning for him.

Cinna was in a corner of the room, sitting by the window, as he looked out over the snow covered city.

Castiel didn't have any idea how he ended up in this place. One moment he was fighting for his life in purgatory, the next he was being dressed up and pushed into some sort of gathering.

He scowled at the oddly dressed patrons, finding a place near the exit to stand. He was trouble by the thought that he could be brought into a place such as this and stripped of his power. There was something evil at work here, he just wasn't sure what kind of evil dressed like this.

A Christmas party, tribute style. Lindsey had to be here even if it was just an excuse to get to know everyone else. Then there was the whole secret Santa thing that he was convinced into signing up for, although a slight issue occurred when he had no idea who Glinda was.

What he settled for was nicely wrapped in shining laser silver wrapping paper, something that he was assured by his district escort it would be representative of the power district. Uncaring of protests, he kept it bagged up in a paper bag and carried it in with him.

All in all he found the gathering reminded him of the office parties back home. Holding the bag on one arm, he took up a drink in the other and headed around to socialize at bit. Or whoever wanted to bump into him. He didn't really mind either way, he just made sure he plastered a friendly smile for the occasion.

Blaine tried to ignore the tribute's "Best Hits" reel as best he could but he found himself engrossed in the footage at a point.

When they cut it off, he was more then grateful and went to find food and drink. He filled his plate and settled in at a small table.

After that, he looked out the window at District Twelve for a little bit.

And finally, he attempted to mingle. He was making a real effort to hide his disdain for everything, his fight. So, he plastered a smile most of the night.

Infinitely interested in discovering more about his captors as well as his competition, this little gathering was, so far as Wesker was concerned, a neat way to kill two birds with one stone.

However, he hadn't been expecting the tax on his senses. The heavy smells of food, all mingled together in one disgusting cloud, the constant off-key caterwauling....

In the darkest corner he could find, he removed his sunglasses, pinching the bridge of his nose, his fore-finger and thumb moving in small circles.

Edited 2012-12-28 12:27 (UTC)

It was nothing like Yuletide yet so like it that it hurt her heart a little. Glinda knew that this was the moment she was meant to be pouring over her yule speech to the nation and fighting with her nerves. Not sitting and sipping whatever this eggnog was and trying to keep out of everyone's way.

Her dress was suitably modest for her tastes, but tastefully bared her shoulders and arms, just the right amount of flesh for a party. She had a few neatly wrapped presents sitting beside her, waiting to be given to this Annie girl. Glinda hadn't the slightest clue whom she was but she'd gotten what she thought every woman should have, hair brushes and a beautiful jewelled comb not unlike the one keeping her blonde curls from her face.

The witch sat in the corner of one of the corner suites and simply people watched. What an interesting and eclecticiful group of people they were.

Don - again left to his own devices by his Stylists ~~he really hoped to catch Sheperd at this partyso he could talk to her about that whole thing soon~~ - was staring at the pizza. The pizza. Dear god, what the shell had they done to it!? Caviar did not go there!!

The reel of him turning into a monster wasn't helping matters either. So, he did his best to ignore the replays of him viciously killing half the Tributes currently in the room. ~~Good thing they didn't show him eating Momo--wait did he do that or was that just his nightmare? No no, need to ignore it-~~ Instead, his mind replayed facts about the periodic table of elements as he stared at the carbonated fizz at the top of his cola, popping up and out and darting around like fish.

Hydrogen, atomic number 1, atomic weight 1.00794 daltons...

Since this was a party for them and not for the sake of the other capitol assholes, Riddick didn't mind too much going. He was even moderately interested in the proceedings, though he didn't really have a clue what Christmas was.

So he was here, in a nice-ish sort of suit, with his wrap-around sunglasses on the whole time, poking at the odd foods and trying most of them, privately laughing at the people doing karaoke, and generally just hanging around. Compared to his demeanor anywhere else in the capitol, he looked downright approachable. Not that he was smiling or being chatty, of course: he just wasn't brooding, glaring, or pointedly ignoring people, and compared to his usual attitude, that was downright approachable.

Chris was still trying to get used to EVERYTHING. He had been around some of the high society circles in Raccoon, dragged in in monkey suits if the police needed more security, but well at least here it was just mostly the people he had been in the arena with.

Even though it was low key, knowing Wesker was about didn't really put the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. operative at ease, even though currently he was shaking his head wondering who he should talk to about how to make a burger, because the thing served in a bun that looked like a hamburger, really wasn't. At least the fries seemed about right, even though they were sweet potatoes and not the classic spud.

Alex had still not warmed to all of these parties, the watching and the wispering behind hands. But his stylist had said that this was 'just for the Tributes', so he'd allowed the woman to dress him in shiny black shoes, black trouseers, and a very Christmasy red and white striped shirt. He probably looked like a candycane.

A small box was clutched in one hand, his gift for the Secret Santa exchange he'd been informed would occur at the party. He knew nothing about the Tribute he was supposed to be gifting, even after looking her up in the database. So his gift was a blind stab in the dark. Hopefully not an unwittingly offensive one.

The food at this party was a bit better than at some of the previous ones, even if off the mark on a few things. After loading up a plate, Alex found a place to sit and eat where he could comfortably observe the other Tributes.

Kevin was pretty much sulking. He wasn't a people person and hadn't wanted to come to the party and be around people again. The food was all right, though. Most of it was really different from what he was used to at home but it mostly tasted good. And there was alcohol, so maybe he could get away with getting drunk. He tucked the gift his escort insisted he bring for Lottie under his arm and stalked over to the open bar.

The last time Jade had gone to a party here it had just been too much—too much noise, too many colors, too much light. After that, the possibility of something so simple seemed like it belonged to another universe. This was different. This was very nice.

She was wandering about wearing one very festive Santa hat that jingled with each step, and holding a present box in one hand for the gift exchange she'd signed up for. Picking something for a stranger was tough, but Jade thought she'd done well enough! The food in particular was a subject of fascination and she kept lingering about the table—just what was up with that suspicious-seeming pudding, anyway?

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