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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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Ah. The proper toppings. He put those aside to sprinkle on the cheese.
"Then again, I'm also not a fan of turning your pizza into a hamburger, so..."
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She sighed. "Don, how many arenas have you been here?"
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"Nine. I've been here since the second Arena."
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But nine Arenas...he'd been in for two years...but he was so used to it that at least that part of the horror, the horror of dying...it almost felt routine for him now.
"To be honest..." He looked down, staring at the unfinished pizza. "I'm not sure what I want for me right now."
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She stared up at the ceiling. "I just...I don't know how these Capitol fuckers think anymore. They already took Pruna away. I'd rather they left you alone."
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Pre-heating.
"If...I've learned anything about this. The Capitol does what it does because its about control. More importantly...its about controlling how strong any giving individual and group is. To survive this place...its about not willingly giving them any reasons to tighten the clamp that's already fastened on your neck. No matter how much against your sensibilities it might be."
Ding. Huh. It was quick.
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At least as a MENTOR he could find some side projects, not to mention help the people in his District.
"At what cost? I mean, are you at least staying YOU anymore? Can you say that you wouldn't be better as a mentor, telling people how they can use something to their best ability? I...I don't need to keep seeing you die in these things, Donatello. It's your fucking choice, but I'd opt you out anytime if I had the choice."
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And yet of course there were people who weren't suited for the Games, or even Panem, the way he was. Who'd never seen violence and tyranny in any form. He'd promised Eliot, a long time ago, that he'd get people out. Two people, actually, and one he cared for. One of them was dead and the others...who knew. And there were others like them. Many others. And given what happened, he had a lot to atone for to help those people.
Yet...he'd also promised Shepard he would help Elsa, and being a Mentor, he would be in a better position to help her and others. Yet he couldn't ensure they would get out of the Arenas unless her was there-
Yet. Yet. Yet.
"I don't know. If I do..." Quiet again. "I have to think about it for the next Arena."
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"Better pull that pizza out then. Don't want it to overheat."
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It was better than nothing, at this point. At least the pizza would be delicious.
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"Should let it cool down for a few. Need any help?"
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This seem like a good ending point?
"...Right."
Totally fine!
"Already smells like home."