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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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"Really," he said, all interest. "I couldn't ask you to tell me exactly what your plans are -- I'd hate for you to think I was spying." Even though the Games weren't nearly as cutthroat as they had once been, old habits died hard. "But I have to admit, you've made me curious."
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"Nothing groundbreaking as far as I know." she tapped his nose with a fingertip. "But perhaps digging around in the thoughts and feelings of my tributes might give me some ideas on how better to prepare them for their next round. After all we are all incredibly subjective in our perception. It's easier to see things from another point of view if you pay someone to do it for you!"
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There was absolutely no judgment in his tone, only fascination.
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"The excitement, the thrills, and just like being a doctor you meet so many interesting people" Her bright smile seemed blinding at times.
"But there's no use for a criminal clown in this city is there. The arena was pretty welcoming to my skill set, so I can only hope it translates well into being a mentor."
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The flutter of her eyelashes, a pucker of her lips like a blown kiss.
"And with entertainment comes the gifts! The adoring fans who want to see the party go on just a few more days. Because lets face it no one likes to see someone die of starvation or infection right?"
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After all, while Stephen Reagan was technically part of the Games staff, he had enough disposable income to throw a fair bit of it away on the Games. Harley could score a Sponsor here, if she played her cards right.
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"Well if you're looking for longevity you can't find better then our boy Donatello. Of course I don't need to tell you that, he's been in enough of these arenas now I bet there isn't a soul alive in the Capitol who hasn't seen him in action. He's always a safe bet if you wanna go round for round. But as for clearing the whole arena we've got some real potential from the newer kids." She explained cheerfully.
"Elsa for example, she doesn't seem like much at first. Scared of her own shadow practically, but I've seen the heart of a hero in her. She sacrificed her own life to save mine after all and that's how I won my arena." Leaving out the part where she used Susannah's alternate personality to do her dirty work. "Don't let her low score fool you, when she comes into her own she's going to be a force to be reckoned with."
"Unfortunately a heroic heart also leads to self sacrifice so she's got some weaknesses in that field. If you want to cheer for someone a bit more interested in self preservation I'll draw your attention to Miss Rosalind Lutece. She's new this round but I had some time to sit down with her and she's brilliant. Not as physically capable as you might think a winner needs to be but I'd bet that girl could make a bomb out of a toaster if you gave her enough time."
Snagging a drink from a passing plate she shot it down in one gulp to wet her whistle for the final pitch.
"But we all know in the arena brains can only take you so far. At the end of the day you want killer instinct. Power and the skill to use that power. And Gannicus is all that and yummy eye candy to boot." She giggled. "He's got the highest score of anyone in our district, and for good reason. I get the feeling we're gonna see some real carnage from that walking female fantasy."
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"It's a real stroke of luck that all three of them came here together and are still together." Harley added "I've had seven or eight people from my world come through the arena and the Capitol and they all croaked and never came back. Most of them after only one or two arenas." Even the bubbly Harley Quinn couldn't hide her resentment at that.
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However, his tone changed when she griped about the people from her world. "That's terrible," he said, mirroring her outrage. "Leaving you here by yourself -- that's what I call inconsiderate."
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"I'm keeping my fingers crossed though. Maybe they'll bring someone I hate and I can make a sport out of pranking them."
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"Lovely party, just gotta say I hope you invite me to all these swanky affairs."
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Here, he paused. Until when? Until the Games ended? Until she went home? Until she died? None of those answers sounded good, did they.
"--from now on," he corrected himself, as smoothly as he could.
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Snapped back into reality she cooed at him "Well I should say you may very well be the sweetest sponsor I've ever met. Is it difficult being so nice AND good looking? The ladies must be crawling through the windows to claim you and those eyes." She purred.
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Something in his tone said he wouldn't mind, though; the way Stephen said it implied that he wasn't adverse to the possibility.
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"Love and freedom." She clarified. "Humans crave freedom. Freedom to choose, freedom to make mistakes. Freedom to love! And only love itself can restrict us in a way that we're comfortable with. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold rainy morning."
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