OPEN CATCH-ALL SAFEHOUSE LOG. THE SWANKIEST SAFEHOUSE YOU WILL EVER SEE.

[capitolprivilege]

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.

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

He gives a nod. "UNDERSTOOD. He ain't no hurry yet all anyways. IT AIN'T OFTEN TO GET OUT OF TOWER WHEN ALL ONE AIN'T OUT OWN SUCH BUSINESS OR DEATH RUN." And he is so tried of that damned tower.

[capitolprivilege]

"And it isn't often I get to entertain," replies Stephen. "What's the good of having this place if we don't use it?" He spreads his arms in a great shrug. If Stephen were in a different mood, perhaps the gesture would highlight the grandeur of the ballroom, but right now, it just seems to say would you look at all this shit? Seriously.

[carnagecarnival]

He gives the luxury of the place another wry look-over. Even if Stephen hadn't meant to highlight it, it's not exactly easy to miss. "His hive was never so grand as this," He says with a shake of his head. "HE HAD NEVER GONE TO THE THOUGHT. The fuck do you even do with it? A MOTHERFUCKER COULD GET LOST UP IN THIS SHIT."

[capitolprivilege]

"The only time we use it," Stephen says gravely, "is when we're hosting just about the entire Panemian government." He sticks his hands in his pockets. "The rest of the time, we dust it and try to keep it in good repair."

[carnagecarnival]

Well there's a sudden thought.

"Everyone. EVEN SNOW?" Even snow in a semi-accsessable place he could probably find again easily, sneak inside and-- "You do this often?"

[capitolprivilege]

"Not often," Stephen corrects. "It's actually pretty rare. Only once every few years. But yes, President Snow has stayed here before."

[carnagecarnival]

He thinks that over. "BUT AN IMAGINING DONE ILLUSORY STILL. Snow would not deign to approach our lot, he thinks. FAR TOO MUCH MOTHERFUCKING FEAR. If he had his power, he could flick with it and cause a crumbling."

[capitolprivilege]

Stephen shuffles a little awkwardly at that, and decides that now is not the time to ask for clarification. There is basically no way that last statement could be read that was benign or non-criminal.

"You know, I think I'm going to go check on the others," he says. "You're welcome to stay here. Just be sure that--" he points to the chandelier, "stays in the ceiling. All right?"

[carnagecarnival]

He smirks suddenly, like Stephen just caught on to the joke, and snickers. Then some more with glancing at the chandelier.

"SUREST OF SURE THINGS WHAT MOTHERFUCKING BE, BROTHER." And then he winks for no other reason than to see him squirm, before turning back and running to swing back onto the hanging crystal.

[capitolprivilege]

...is he flirting with me?

Stephen stares for a moment. It could be, but then, troll flirting might be different from human flirting. If it was, then conceivably anything could be troll flirting.

....best not to think about it.

He turns, and he leaves, feeling tested and a little unsettled.