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thecapitol2014-06-29 11:48 am
capitolprivilege) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-29 11:48 am
OPEN CATCH-ALL SAFEHOUSE LOG. THE SWANKIEST SAFEHOUSE YOU WILL EVER SEE.
Who| Any well Tributes who took Stephen Reagan up on his safehouse offer!
What| Catch-all log for mansionanigans, though you're of course free to start your own!
Where| Jove Manor, a few miles outside the Capitol: a lavish estate up in the mountains.
When| From his announcement up until the end of the disease plot!
Warnings/Notes| What you bring with you! Also, a reminder: if you're visiting, please comment either to Stephen's IC offer or this OOC post! Also, feel free to make up details about the house. If you want an indoor pool or a chandelier you can swing on, I'm not gonna tell you no.
If you accepted Stephen's offer, you were driven up a few miles out of the Capitol, into the mountains. You stopped at a checkpoint, where a doctor or two scanned you with some kind of futuristic device and performed a quick test or two to make sure you were in good health. Then, you were ushered back in the car, and as you turned a corner of the winding mountain road, Jove Manor came into view.
It is a gorgeous house, nestled in a secluded cleft in the mountains. The grounds are not so expansive as they might have been, but there are sloping lawns leading up to the house, trails that lead through cultivated patches of woods, an outdoor fountain, and a pool in the back courtyard.
The exterior of the building itself is that delightful Capitol blend of Roman and twenty-first century American architecture, with gleaming white walls and marble columns. However, the inside is -- there's no other word for it -- old-fashioned. The floors are shining hardwood or lush carpets, and the elaborately carved furniture has none of the streamlined contours and space-age chrome that characterizes the Tribute center. The patterns, the materials, the design, it's almost baroque in its elaborate complexity. It makes a clear statement: we are old money.
The Tributes will be in the east wing, which can run independently of the rest of the house. It has a ballroom with gold-rimmed, fancy mirrors, a painted ceiling and a crystal chandelier; a dining room that can seat a hundred easily; an underground room with one wall a giant screen that picks up both live broadcasts and plays recorded documentaries about the heavily censored history of Panem from a Capitol perspective -- more specific descriptions will be in the subthreads.
The bedrooms are spread out over four floors: two underground, two above. The above-ground rooms have large, airy windows; the underground ones have screens that will show several views, like a jungle, a desert, a mountaintop, or a cityscape. They're furnished less ornately than the rest of the house: the furniture is fairly simple but high-quality; the sheets, soft.
Tributes will have free run of the East Wing, with its ballrooms, intercom system, underground theater, pool, bedrooms, dining hall, and well-stocked wine cellar. Supervision is minimal: though Peacekeepers are around and can be called, they can't keep an eye on all of you all the time. Avoxes on loan from the government will bring you almost anything you ask for, within reason. You should be very comfortable.
What| Catch-all log for mansionanigans, though you're of course free to start your own!
Where| Jove Manor, a few miles outside the Capitol: a lavish estate up in the mountains.
When| From his announcement up until the end of the disease plot!
Warnings/Notes| What you bring with you! Also, a reminder: if you're visiting, please comment either to Stephen's IC offer or this OOC post! Also, feel free to make up details about the house. If you want an indoor pool or a chandelier you can swing on, I'm not gonna tell you no.
If you accepted Stephen's offer, you were driven up a few miles out of the Capitol, into the mountains. You stopped at a checkpoint, where a doctor or two scanned you with some kind of futuristic device and performed a quick test or two to make sure you were in good health. Then, you were ushered back in the car, and as you turned a corner of the winding mountain road, Jove Manor came into view.
It is a gorgeous house, nestled in a secluded cleft in the mountains. The grounds are not so expansive as they might have been, but there are sloping lawns leading up to the house, trails that lead through cultivated patches of woods, an outdoor fountain, and a pool in the back courtyard.
The exterior of the building itself is that delightful Capitol blend of Roman and twenty-first century American architecture, with gleaming white walls and marble columns. However, the inside is -- there's no other word for it -- old-fashioned. The floors are shining hardwood or lush carpets, and the elaborately carved furniture has none of the streamlined contours and space-age chrome that characterizes the Tribute center. The patterns, the materials, the design, it's almost baroque in its elaborate complexity. It makes a clear statement: we are old money.
The Tributes will be in the east wing, which can run independently of the rest of the house. It has a ballroom with gold-rimmed, fancy mirrors, a painted ceiling and a crystal chandelier; a dining room that can seat a hundred easily; an underground room with one wall a giant screen that picks up both live broadcasts and plays recorded documentaries about the heavily censored history of Panem from a Capitol perspective -- more specific descriptions will be in the subthreads.
The bedrooms are spread out over four floors: two underground, two above. The above-ground rooms have large, airy windows; the underground ones have screens that will show several views, like a jungle, a desert, a mountaintop, or a cityscape. They're furnished less ornately than the rest of the house: the furniture is fairly simple but high-quality; the sheets, soft.
Tributes will have free run of the East Wing, with its ballrooms, intercom system, underground theater, pool, bedrooms, dining hall, and well-stocked wine cellar. Supervision is minimal: though Peacekeepers are around and can be called, they can't keep an eye on all of you all the time. Avoxes on loan from the government will bring you almost anything you ask for, within reason. You should be very comfortable.
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A pause, at those last words. His smile faded a bit.
"You know. About the illness. I came here the moment they told me about it. I...kind of had to."
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These were important questions.
"Oh yeah. I saw the symptoms at the last party. That bitch Azula and Jessica had them along with a few others. Never thought they'd be this severe."
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The sad thing is I remember the episode too, with the Buddy Bears
A weird example, but eh. She sort of agreed.
"Yeah, that was what I heard. A little scary now. I'd be pissed if I caught that from Azula."
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"Besides, you know they have Carlos for that shit."
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"The garlic," she said, already having chopped it.
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She started to help him chop the cheese. "How are you doing, really Don? have you been ok?"
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"Honestly? I've...been better." He takes out the bowl of mostly pureed tomato, once the food processor did its thing. "The stuff going around right now, the illness, is...definitely not giving me any good vibes."
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That tomato sauce looked really interesting now. So did flattening out the dough to put the tomato sauce down. But first the tomato sauce needed to be properly stirred and cooked.
"Right now, the rumor that we brought it in, or one of our families did."
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That was bad news. The thought that they would be able to start a Gestapo seizure on whoever they thought was suspicious made her cringe. There could be some people from her district, or worse, MORE people that she knew.
"Either way you can't blame US for that. We were dragged in kicking and screaming, mostly, and no one asked us if we wanted our families here. So whose to blame then?"
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He was being sarcastic. He was careful to keep his tone muted, but close up, Mindy could probably hear it.
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"I didn't even HAVE powers. I'd be pretty fucked if I had to go in that arena right now."
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Of course, it was easy to make it seem he was simply referring to the Tributes with powers.
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For some reason, never occurred to her. She just thought the woman was royalty.
"So you'd want to FIND the people with the powers then?"
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The tomato sauce, evenly spread on the dough.
"I haven't had to worry about it, either. I know what some people have to do. Have no choice in doing."
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She looked at the tomato sauce a moment. "Looks good. Yeah, I'm lucky I'm young...at least, I hope that's the reason."
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Yes. Subject change was a good idea.
"Good. What do you think of toppings?"
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"Toppings need pepperoni and mushrooms, maybe some peppers. Go with the classics."
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Its best not to think about it, no."You got it." Don went to a fridge, opening it up. "Some sausage, too. No anchovies, right? Never been a fan of those."
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This seem like a good ending point?
Totally fine!