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thecapitol2014-05-22 03:43 pm
capitolprivilege) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-22 03:43 pm
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we wine, we dine, and everything is fine [open!]
Who| Everyone still in the Capitol. If the Hunger Games is a significant part of your life, or if you wield any influence at all in the Capitol, you've received an invitation. Unless you're Victory Hannibal.
What| Week 1 viewing party! It's horror-movie/monster themed, so break out your best sexy witch/vampire/mummy costumes! Also, feel free to use it for sponsor schmoozing.
Where| A ballroom, and some adjacent rooms.
When| Just before the Arena begins, and into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Watch this space for warnings. Also, feel free to make closed threads amongst yourselves, but Stephen will likely at some point come up to greet you personally. If you think your Capitol character would be familiar with the Reagan family, make an OOC note, and I'll give you a quick rundown on their sordid past.
There is a fog machine.
The fog hovers around the guests' knees and ankles, doing nothing to impede visibility or movement, but it creates a ~mysterious~ atmosphere. The ballroom is modest, by Capitol standards, able to comfortably hold about a hundred people. There's plenty of space. The room is dimly lit from concealed sources that nonetheless throw the guests' shadows into frightening shapes on the wall. There are tables laden with food along one wall, and plenty of comfortable seating, for projected onto the far wall is a live feed from the Games.
Through the doors are smaller, more intimate rooms, with cushy couches and a smaller screen apiece for watching the Games a little more privately. One pair of double-doors leads out onto a balcony with a beautiful view of the city.
Everyone who received the invitation was informed of the theme, of course: no pressure, but if you want your outfit to match (and he's sure you do), make sure it's a little bit -- spooky.
Stephen himself, tastefully attired in a shimmery black suit, cape, and vampire teeth, is moving about the guests, giving friendly greetings to those he knows, making polite conversation with those he does not, ensuring that everybody (or at least, everybody possible) is having a good time. So what if his smile looks a little fixed, every once in a while? It's a party. What could possibly be wrong?
What| Week 1 viewing party! It's horror-movie/monster themed, so break out your best sexy witch/vampire/mummy costumes! Also, feel free to use it for sponsor schmoozing.
Where| A ballroom, and some adjacent rooms.
When| Just before the Arena begins, and into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Watch this space for warnings. Also, feel free to make closed threads amongst yourselves, but Stephen will likely at some point come up to greet you personally. If you think your Capitol character would be familiar with the Reagan family, make an OOC note, and I'll give you a quick rundown on their sordid past.
There is a fog machine.
The fog hovers around the guests' knees and ankles, doing nothing to impede visibility or movement, but it creates a ~mysterious~ atmosphere. The ballroom is modest, by Capitol standards, able to comfortably hold about a hundred people. There's plenty of space. The room is dimly lit from concealed sources that nonetheless throw the guests' shadows into frightening shapes on the wall. There are tables laden with food along one wall, and plenty of comfortable seating, for projected onto the far wall is a live feed from the Games.
Through the doors are smaller, more intimate rooms, with cushy couches and a smaller screen apiece for watching the Games a little more privately. One pair of double-doors leads out onto a balcony with a beautiful view of the city.
Everyone who received the invitation was informed of the theme, of course: no pressure, but if you want your outfit to match (and he's sure you do), make sure it's a little bit -- spooky.
Stephen himself, tastefully attired in a shimmery black suit, cape, and vampire teeth, is moving about the guests, giving friendly greetings to those he knows, making polite conversation with those he does not, ensuring that everybody (or at least, everybody possible) is having a good time. So what if his smile looks a little fixed, every once in a while? It's a party. What could possibly be wrong?
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That said, even in his effort to cycle around, it's not difficult to see that Azula is faltering through the evening. At first it hadn't been cause for concern, but when he catches a glance at her later in the night he can see she's not doing well. When he approaches, he's sure to snatch a glass of water off a tray as he does, offering it to her with a concerned expression.
"Are you alright, Miss Azula?" He says, head to toe in grey/silver make up like a dark elf from an MMO he'll never play.
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She gasped for air after the long drink and her breathing remained heavy.
"It's too damned hot in here." She grumbled. "Someone needs to turn on the air conditioning or we'll roast alive. How are you not sweating?" She complained with fierce accusatory eyes.
She was not yet aware that it wasn't the room that was too warm.
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"Hot?" He asks inquisitively. "I didn't think it was too hot, actually. I suppose I really am from the South." He lets out a soft laugh, but it's brief before he resumes his concerns. "Are you feeling feverish, miss? I don't mean to be rude, but you don't look well at all."
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"I just need some fresh air." She argued refusing to admit she was ill. Turning around sharply some water spilled from her glass but she ignored it as her glazed over eyes desperately sought out a window or a balcony.
"It's just too warm...nothing sinister." she muttered to herself "There's no reason someone would...no. Not anymore."
Clearly she was having problems.