[OPEN] Everybody get some cherry candy yum-yum

[fuckingcool]

Who| Oceana and all y'all
What| it's between arenas, and everyone's favorite trash mermaid is a bit restless.
Where| the Tribute Center during the day, and a swanky bar in the Capitol in the evening.
When| 7/31
Warnings/Notes| Language??

one. daytime

There are definitely other things Oceana needs to be working on right now. After all, the next Arena is never far out of sight, and her tributes will need things to wear. But if she has to spend another minute holed up in her workshop she's pretty sure she's going to flip her lid. So she decides to strut her stuff around the tower instead, making the rounds--peeking in on some friends and making some social calls dressed in a black catsuit, giant rhinestone belt, patent leather pumps and a positively huge blonde wig that doesn't appear to have been brushed, ever.

She also finds herself making a kitchen stop, because a bitch gets hungry and nothing fills her up better than a cup o' noodles and the hottest hot sauce she can find. Don't interrupt her when she's trying to eat, though. She can and will cut a bitch.

two. out on the town

By evening, Oceana's desire to socialize has turned into a desire to socialize while imbibing astonishing amounts of alcohol, so she changes into a sequined minidress and heads out to find somewhere dark and swanky with loud music where she can do so.

"Vodka, straight, in a martini glass," she orders in a bored tone. "Ooh, and could you put like, six olives on there?" The queen smiles, teeth frames by a lush red pout. "A girl's gotta eat, right?" Apparently the bartender isn't into six-foot tall men in dresses and heels, so she turns to the person next to her.

"Wow, no sense of humor at all. Screw that, I'm fucking hilarious."

Comments

[bunnybrat]

"It only used to be kids?!" She looks about as horrified as she can physically bring herself to be. She thinks of all the kids that she's seen get hurt while fighting monsters and pales.

"Why would they do that?!"

[fuckingcool]

"Yep." Oceana gives a flat look, mostly because this conversation is treading into dangerous territory. "Entertainment value, sweetie. There's a lot more to it, but..." She sighs.

"I'm not the person to be explaining that to you."

[bunnybrat]

"Oh. Sorry." She fidgets a little before looking shy but curious. "Why, aren't you allowed to explain it?

Chibi-Usa at least knows that sometimes people aren't allowed to talk about certain things because it's either not their place or they will get in trouble for telling. With how intimidating this place is Chibi-Usa really wouldn't like to get in trouble and get punished for it.

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The queen lets out a world-weary sigh. "Look, it's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to." At least she's honest. "You deserve to hear it from someone who'll spare you all the shitty details." Aaaand time for a subject change, 'cause this is quickly veering into foot-in-mouth territory.

"What's your name, anyway?"

[bunnybrat]

"Oh." Really, she takes that at face value, after all so far she can understand not wanting to elaborate on a place like this.

"I'm Usagi Tsukino. But you can call me Chibi-Usa." She gives a little curtsy to go with it. She doesn't know why, but she felt the need to impress the person in front of her. It was probably the crazy hair.

[fuckingcool]

Oceana can't help but look dubiously down her nose at this random little pink-haired girl with the weird name. She's cute, don't get her wrong, but this kid is almost Capitol-levels of outrageous by name and looks alone.

"...Right. I'm gonna call you Pinky."

[bunnybrat]

She blinks feeling really confused.

"Pinky? Why Pinky?"

Okay sure she had pink hair, it did make sense, but what was so hard to say about when it came to her actual name?

[fuckingcool]

"Cause your hair is fucking pink, girl." Oceana rolls her eyes. "Or I could call you Chibi-whatever, fine." Gosh, she's trying to be nice by giving you a super-flattering nickname here!!

[bunnybrat]

"Is pink hair not allowed? I know that some schools are really strict about hair colour back home."

She pulls a strand of her hair to look at it. Okay sure it is pink, but that's never really seemed to bother anyone until coming here.

"Chibi-Usa." She corrected with a tilt of her head.

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"No, it's allowed. And it's fucking cool as hell, so own it." The drag queen gives the little girl an encouraging grin.

"Chibi-Usa. Right. Well, I'm Oceana."

[bunnybrat]

"Own. It?" She hasn't even hit puberty, she really has no idea what you're talking about with all your tricked out crazy phrases. That being said she's pretty sure that's meant to be a good thing so she gives a smile and a nod. He smile only growing at the offered name.

"Ah! That's such a pretty name!"

[fuckingcool]

The queen grins a little wider.

"Thanks. It's pretty common where I come from. You know, the ocean." She says this all completely matter-of-factly, because yes she is a mermaid thank you very much.

[bunnybrat]

"Uwah!? You live in the ocean?"

Chibi-Usa can't help but look really excited about that, after all how many people do you meet who come from the ocean?

[fuckingcool]

"Yeah, I'm a mermaid," Oceana goes on, a hundred percent serious. "This is just a land-dweller disguise." Alright, she can't help herself; an eight-year-old is about the only person here who'd really believe her, so how could she disillusion her of that fact?

[bunnybrat]

"Wow. That's really cool! Are there any other mermaids here, or just you?"

Right now, Oceana could tell her everyone in the capital is a mermaid and she would believe it, after all she's met aliens, how weird could a mermaid be?

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Oceana grins. Finally, someone who's willing to play along. Or, even better, someone who actually believes it.

"Just me." She raises a finger to her painted-on lips. "But shush, okurr? I can't have everybody knowing, you know?"