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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-07-14 11:16 pm

Kevin's Crowning

Who | Everyone.
What | Kevin's Crowning
Where | An outdoor plaza, sectioned off and well guarded.
When | Starting at noon and continuing on until sunset.
Warnings/Notes | This event is mandatory for all Tributes and Victors to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party.

Playful signs began to pop-up all over the Tribute center in the days leading up to the crowning, advertising the mandatory nature of the event itself while also promising an afternoon of delightful festivities. All attendees were loaded onto buses and driven to the location of the picnic, with colorful t-shirts distributed upon their arrival (D1- Navy, D2- Red, D3- Grey, D4- Light blue, D5- Orange, D6- Yellow, D7- Forest green, D8- Royal blue, D9- Purple, D10- Black, D11- Lime green, D12- Hot pink, and White for any Capitol officials in attendance.) Likewise, all the attendees were given name tag stickers and then dispersed out into the plaza. All except guest of honor, Kevin, who was escorted onto the grounds dressed entirely in white and was given a large and ornate golden crown to wear.

Balloons of every color decorated the entire area . Along with picnic tables and benches, a large main stage was erected in the middle of the plaza with a microphone and a DJ, who played the same six songs on repeat. At it's center, Kevin was given a throne to sit on, so that he could preside over the picnic and enjoy his freshly prepared hamburger and french fries.

There were several small tents that ringed the edge of the stage area. Inside a few of them, you might face painters available, but the only design they would do was paint your face to look like Kevin. Anyone who had their face painted was also given an adorable construction paper crown to wear.

In other tents, a few carnival games had been set up for entertainment. There was a shooting range game where the faces of the targets changed to look like you whenever you stepped up to play, as well as skeeball and a rope ladder climb game. All the prizes were stuffed plush dolls reminiscent of famed former victors. All with Kevin's smile.

A bouncy castle that looked a shocking bit like the city hall building found in the last arena was free for anyone to play on. (Complete with fog machine!) And almost directly across the way from the castle, a caged-in area set up to be a ball-pit was also open for all to enjoy. Upon further inspection of the pit filled with thousands of plastic balls, one could clearly see how they had each been painted to look like giant, vacant black eyes.

The only two food options available to attendees were cupcakes and hotdogs. The cupcakes came with sprinkles. The hotdogs also came with sprinkles. The only beverage option was orange juice. And everyone must have a glass of orange juice, otherwise no one can ever leave.

At 2pm, Peacekeepers erected a volleyball net and the Tributes were instructed to play. Anyone who touched the net would get a slight electrical shock. Clearly it was a best to avoid the net.

As the volleyball game came to a close, several officials took the stage with a special announcement. Public polls would be open to all Capitol citizens the following morning to begin casting their votes. Who will be the next tributes to go into the next arena?! Over the next few days, the public will pick their favorites to enter a special bonus arena! Stay tuned for details!

Once the festivities were over and the Tributes were loaded back onto the buses, they would come to notice something new in the lobby of the Tribute Center. On the ceiling above them was a massive crystal chandelier, seven feet across. And it was no ordinary chandelier. It was customized beautifully, in the shape of Kevin's jagged and ever-present smile.

Beneath it, a spread of fine wine and cheeses. A man in a cream yellow suit with cream yellow hair sat at a grand piano in the corner, playing calm and pleasant melodies that might seem almost familiar to some and yet unrecognizable to anyone. Escorts seem to be in no hurry to get tributes back to their towers, and the wine continues to flow late into the night for anyone who lingers around to drink it.

Until next time, tributes. Until next time.
gladiayyygirl: (07)

[personal profile] gladiayyygirl 2014-07-20 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
"'The only thought'?" Gannicus repeated with a laugh of disbelief. "It if that is singular reason that stays fucking hand then you possess madness that towers far beyond my own."

He can feel it within himself; that wash of cynicism, flattening out any last possible idealistic tendrils of thought that Spartacus had once inspired within him.

"These men --" He jerks a head at a clutch of Peacekeeepers on the fringe of the crowd, "-- Do not stand Roman. They will not die so easily."
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[personal profile] calledmenasir 2014-07-20 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"A fact discovered before your arrival."

Madness, desperation, or both, Nasir had reached the point where he didn't care what happened to him. Gannicus had taken to this more readily than Nasir or he was more skilled at hiding it in his own way, behind a laugh and careless smile.

"I attempted to take a Peacekeeper's life but they struck me down before I could lay hands on him. Hands remain stayed against future attempt but not for concern of my life."
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[personal profile] gladiayyygirl 2014-07-20 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You moved to attack one of their kind?" Gannicus twisted in his seat to face Nasir, food now lying forgotten on his gaudy little paper plate. This was certainly news - Gannicus knew the man to be as fierce as any gladiator, but what was really of interest was in the detail.

"Tell me all."
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[personal profile] calledmenasir 2014-07-20 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Nasir paused. He knew it was a necessity to tell Gannicus, if they were to ever make an attempt again-- something he found doubtful unless he could be convincing. And find something to balance the odds in their favor.

"There is little to tell. They announced the first arena at a crowning like this one only with more... indignities." Being dressed up in purple and green and thigh high boots was not something he cared to relive. "I had no weapon but mind was not present when I moved to wrap hands around neck of one. One shot me and I fell into darkness before I could reach him. I awoke in a room alone and absent opportunity to leave until reason took hold again."
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[personal profile] gladiayyygirl 2014-07-24 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"With what did they shoot you?" Gannicus asked quickly, eyes flickering only briefly to check the weapons that the nearest Peacekeeper was carrying No swords, at least.

"With arrow? Or--" He stumbled over his thoughts, frustrated momentarily as he tried to remember what Wyatt had said barely an hour ago. What was the word...?

"--Or 'bullet'?"
calledmenasir: (We must break words)

[personal profile] calledmenasir 2014-07-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Nasir shook his head. "I don't know what it was, neither arrow nor bullet." It troubled him that he didn't understand the technology here, even as he struggled to learn more. It seemed there would always be something that escaped him.

"Apologies. That is all I know."
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[personal profile] gladiayyygirl 2014-07-27 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
There are many things about the modern world here in Panem that Gannicus is completely willing to accept without explanation - the communicator technology, mainly, and most of the customs. Their weaponry, however, was a different matter. For someone whose entire survival depended on being able to best everyone else in the room in combat, the disadvantage was too much to swallow. He shared Nasir's frustration in not understanding it; it was one of the reasons why Gannicus knew it was completely mad to try and fight the Peacekeepers. They needed to know more about their weapons.

Thinking of which...

"What knowledge do you possess of the creatures that stole the form of those we love?" He murmured to Nasir with his eyes fixed on the Peacekeepers.
calledmenasir: (Serious matters)

[personal profile] calledmenasir 2014-07-27 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That was a tender subject. The memory of something that had taken Agron's shape being impaled was still fresh. It had not been Agron but it had his likeness, his face, and Nasir could recall perfectly what it had looked like in death. But he was not alone in having suffered because of those things.

"I do not know anything." And it bothered him no less that the means of how the Gamemakers had created such creatures was a mystery to him. "I only know that they were not the ones we know. One man was alive here while another-- creature bearing his likeness was in the Arena. The Capitol's power is... formidable." And frightening.