thecapitol | [OPEN] Everybody get some cherry candy yum-yum

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."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oceana reaches a hand up to pat at her hair, which is bedraggled in the most fashionable way possible, thank you very much. "Aww, poor thing," she pouts, reaching out to lay a hand on his bicep. Subtle.

When he mentions Arendelle, though, her brow furrows. "Huh? Arendelle...that sounds like I should know where it is." Paaaause. Oh, right.

"Oh! That's where Elsa's from, duh." She cocks her head. "Are you one of her friends straight off the hovercraft?"

Oceana just gets a glance for the way she touches him, Kristoff looking uncomfortable for a second. He's getting better at having people be this close though, thanks to Anna. But all the same it only takes a few seconds before he's shifting a little, though he's not so rude as to push her hand off him.

"You know it?" Bigger things to focus on now, and his eyes light up for a second before his brow furrows. Elsa's here? But that makes no sense, who would even dare to do that to a Queen. He half thinks of Hans before dismissing it. It's not his style. "The Queen is here?"

And then for the more uncomfortable part, Kristoff still a little awkward at. Well, mostly with naming his and Anna's relationship. "I'm the Ice Master and Deliverer." An awkward little fidget, the slightest blush forming. "And... her sister's consort."

"Not really. But Elsa mentioned it a couple times while I was working on her." Oceana shrugs, letting him move away from her. She's a gay man, not a total creeper. She leans casually back against the wall as the elevator plummets downward smoothly.

"Oh, really? The little redheaded one? Elsa's told me all about her." It's a vague enough reply that it's not immediately apparent that Oceana knows that Anna is here. The queen grins. She's never met her, but she seems like a cute kid. "So you're her boyfriend, huh."

"Working on her?" He knows how dumb he sounds, parroting her words back to her, but he can't help it. It's all very new, very confusing to him and he feels like each time he's grasped something ten other things need to be explained.

"Yes, Anna," he says, and there's something in the way his face softens for a second, the way he says her name that makes it clear how stupidly head over heels for her he is. "You. Could phrase it like that, yes." He guesses. Seems an odd way to go, especially now that he's used to consort.

"I'm a stylist, baby," Oceana explains, using a hand to push a weft of straggly curls away from her face. "Elsa's one of my tributes."

She watches with a large measure of amusement as the boy's face goes all soft and schmoopy at the mention of Elsa's sister. "Wow. You're all kinds of smitten, aren't you. Well, luckily for you, it should be easy for y'all to use that to your advantage for the Games."

"Like a tailor?" He says after a pause, brow crinkled as he tries to compare the unfamiliar word with something more familiar, only just catching her next bit. "That means. You guys are all from here, yeah?"

He can't help his schmoopy look because yes he is a very healthy dose of smitten with his girlfriend. "I. She's important to me." Because it feels weird confessing his love to a stranger, and he's hesitant to use the term true love after questioning Anna's own use of it. "What do you mean by that though?"

Oceana wrinkles her nose. "I guess. Kind of." Close enough, anyway, although she considers her work to be more of an art form than the word implies. "Correct. I'm born and bred here in the Capitol." Which used to be a point of pride, but now honestly she has to make an effort to seem enthused by it.

She lets herself smile and tilt her head sympathetically. "Awww. That's sweet. And I mean, babe, that in order to survive those Arenas, you'll need sponsors to send you food, or medicine, or weapons. And to do that, you'll need to play up your precious love, because if the Capitol loves anything, it's a good old fashioned love story, honey."

Kristoff sees the wrinkle and a part of him wonders if he's hurt her feelings. Maybe, but really, weren't the two basically the same? She doesn't bring it up though, so he won't either, though now he feels a little embarrassed. Like he's stuffed up another social thing that he has no knowledge of. "You don't sound... happy about that."

He flushes a little, shoulders stiffening in embarrassment. The urge to shift from foot to foot is high but he tampers that down, clearing his throat softly as he focuses on what she's saying. "They can do that? That's... nice." Maybe. Not really, but these are her people he doesn't want to be rude. Or something. Not when he thinks he's already insulted her. "But I don't think I could use Anna's love like that. It sounds like... faking it, to get things, really."

Oceana shrugs. "Why wouldn't I be happy about that, pendejo? My life is fucking awesome." Really, the nerve of him, suggesting something like that. If the wrong person happened to overhear, it could mean both their asses.

She only shakes her head at him. Oh, he has so much to learn. "Nice? Nice isn't the word, baby. Nice is for free drinks at the bar, or holding someone's hand in the fucking park. Sponsor gifts could mean the difference between you winning an Arena and getting to live in the lap of luxury, or having to go back in and die over and over. Get it?" The elevator dings. "So the two of you'd better make a plan, because you're gonna end up using everyone you know, and you better learn to do it right."

He still frowns, because as social stunted as he is, Kristoff can pick up on tones. So he finds himself frowning at Oceana, unsure what to do or say. "O...kay?" He finally settles on. Hey it's not his fault he's not aware of the state of politics here.

Oceana's advice is listened to, at the very least, though Kristoff can't help his frown. Sure, maybe she has a point, she's from this place after all, so she would know the way it all works better than he does. But still. It feels... cheap, somehow, to use his feelings for Anna like that. And that's the last thing he wants to do right now. He doubts it'd be that effective anyway, with just him here.

But still, Oceana has been a measure of... helpful, he guesses. ~~And sure, maybe she's a touch terrifying, unlike any girl he's every really been around.~~ So he doesn't particularly want to insult her, any more than he already apparently has. "Thanks," he finally says, shifting in awkwardness. "I'll... keep it in mind."

[OPEN] Everybody get some cherry candy yum-yum

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject