thecapitol | Delightfully in your face

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Delightfully in your face

Who| Holly Day and YOU + prompts for Jolie, Oceana and Eponine
What| Holly checks in on people in D10
Where| D10 suites
When| Present
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It's been an extremely, extremely stressful couple of weeks. The news of the murder and the subsequent arrests left Holly extremely rattled- and don't even get her started on the jailbreaks, let alone the death of Orc. All in all, it's left her needing a couple of days to recover and get herself back together again so she doesn't go weeping in front of tributes. Not only has it been emotionally taxing, but pretty terrifying too- knowing a rebellion is starting to form just isn't fun. But now, with the arena looming ever closer, she's back from her little mini vacation because her tributes need her.

When she enters the district 10 suite, it's quite dramatic and silly. Her drag persona is on in full force and she's ready to spread cheer wherever she can. In fact, she's going to check in on everyone- yes. Everyone in her district, if she can. Which she can't, because some of them are in jail. We don't talk about that.

Either way, if you're in District 10, she will be approaching you. "Hiii!" she says, with such passionate enthusiasm that you just can't ignore her- or possibly it's the opposite, and it makes you want to run away. "How are you?" she might ask you. "It feels like it's been years!" she gushes. Not only that, but she's all fond smiles and affection when she approaches people, as if they're her favorite person in the world. This is good- this is what she's needed to really help heal from all of the drama.

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After taking those couple of weeks off for personal time, Holly is very much interested in checking in on Jolie. A part of her wants to pick her brains and see what she thinks of everything, yet on the other hand she just wants to talk. About everything, about nothing. She's been holed up mostly alone for the last little while trying to get over everything that she's just feeling lonely, and Jolie always was pretty good company. Not only that, but she wants to see how Jolie is doing.

So she's made her way to Jolie's workshop room and is knocking on the door enthusiastically. "Knock, knock!" she says loudly, a box of cookies in one hand as she reaches for the doorknob with the other. "I brought cookies! Baked them fresh, right of out the store!" She laughs, like she just absolutely tickles herself, as she lets herself into the workshop room.

Oceana is another one that she feels compelled to check on. Much like Jolie, Holly is a little protective of Oceana. Maybe not quite as motherly as Jolie tends to be, but Holly definitely sees her as something like a sister. Holly had been there in the early days of Oceana's drag, and had offered to help where she could and had watched out for her as well. She's quite fond of her, and with everything going on, she wants to check in and have a little chat.

Like with Jolie, she's going to bring a little gift along with her. The difference here is that she's going to be a little more thoughtful when it comes to it, because she wants to brighten Oceana's day a little more. With Oceana being the youngest of them, she can't help but worry a little more and she wants to go the extra mile and bring Oceana her favorite dessert.

The same with Jolie, she's bursting into Oceana's workroom, not even thinking to knock. "Hi, hi, hello!" she says excitedly. "I brought you a little present! I hope you didn't have a big lunch!"

It's after checking in on her girls that Holly decides to check in on one last person; and Eponine is perhaps the hardest one to check in on. Not because she doesn't want to, but simply because she knows it's going to be extremely emotional. But given that Orc was in her district, she feels a certain obligation to check in on his girlfriend and not only that, her heart goes out to Eponine. If this is hard for Holly, she doesn't want to imagine how it must feel to be Eponine right now.

Perhaps she goes a little overboard, but as she approaches Eponine's door, she's got quite a large care package. A basket with expensive chocolates, candies and a bottle of wine, along an expensive gift card that can be used in any Capitol store. She just wants to do something to brighten Eponine's day, and lavish gifts are the only thing that she can think of. Gifts and being there for her, of course. She also has a large bouquet of flowers, too, to brighten up Eponine's room.

She gives a few soft knocks on Eponine's door- she doesn't want to go in too loud or enthusiastic, for fear of giving the wrong idea. It helps that she's starting to feel a little somber just thinking about it. "Eponine?" she calls out. "Can I come in, please?"

One might expect Oceana to be hard at work in her workshop today, but as it happens, the opposite is true. It's not her fault, per se: she's been working so hard on these damn figure skating outfits, trying her hardest to make them not ugly, that she's simply exhausted. So when Holly bursts in the door, spouting excited greetings, Oceana jerks from her resting place against her sewings table, sequins stuck to her perfectly contoured cheek, sitting up and feeling vaguely alarmed until she realizes who it is.

"Fuck, Holly," she groans, wiping glitter and 100% human hair thankyouverymuch away from her cheek and blinking the sleep from her eyes. "You scared the fucking shit out of me, fuck." And then she sees the plate in the other queen's hand and perks up.

"Wait, is that what I think it is?"

Luckily, Holly caught Eponine at one of those times when she's back from Eva's house. She's been spending most of her time with her Mama, just talking and creaming one another's burns. But she comes back as well, to try to find Howard, to look for that other little thing that Orc had once left in her room, to check in with Jess, to see her other friends that are not in jail.

When she hears the knock and the vaguely familiar voice, she goes to the door. She thinks about not opening it, fearing a Peacekeeper trying to trick her into coming out. But, she reasons, a Peacekeeper can just break down her door anyway. So she opens it.

And then her mouth falls open as she sees first the baskets and the flowers, and then Holly.

"Ma'am? You are well? Do you need a help?"

Holly most certainly isn't expecting Oceana to be asleep, but honestly it's really no wonder. Everyone is working so hard lately, she can't blame Oceana for being a little tired. But she also can't stop herself from laughing when she sees the sequins stuck to Oceana's cheeks.

"Oh dear, I missed nap time..." She tsks and shakes her head at her own silliness. But then she gives Oceana a fond smile, and nods. "Oh, you know it is! I thought given... Well, you know, everything- Well, I just thought you could use a little treat."

She holds out the cherry cheesecake happily. "All yours, sleepyhead."

Oceana might be embarrassed, except, well, she's Oceana. Any possibility for embarrassment went out the window the minute she tucked her junk and started pretending to be a lady for entertaintment purposes. She merely fluffs up her wig--god forbid it be even a little bit flat--and gets out of her chair.

"Oh my God." She takes the plate almost reverently, not once looking away from that delectable slice of cheesecake. "Holly, I fucking love you." She means it, too; they're basically family, and only the inimitable Ms. Day would be thoughtful enough to do something like this. Oceana doesn't waste another minute; she uses the fork to take a huge bite of cake, moaning as it melts in her mouth like silk. "Oh, fuck," she curses with her mouth half-full, eyes rolling skyward. "I'd suck so much dick for cheesecake like this."

Holly is very much relieved when Eponine opens the door, simply because the basket is getting a little heavy. But she doesn't let it show as she gives Eponine a very large grin. "Oh, no! Well- I mean, it would be lovely if you could take the flowers, but I'll set the rest inside. It's all for you, by the way- I hope you don't mind. I thought... Well, I just wanted to give you a little something nice."

All Holly can do is beam happily, and it's not even really an act. It means so much to her to be able to make people happy, so seeing that Oceana is enjoying the cheesecake is just great.

She gives Oceana a look of surprise, a hand going up to wipe at the corner of her mouth. "Oh- how did you know what I did for it?"

"Me?" She takes the flowers from Holly, standing back to let the woman into her sparse room. In pride of place on the table sits Marianne, the china doll that Albert had given her earlier that week, and the drawing of Orc from Neal.

Never, ever has she had so many presents in her whole life, and Eponine feels completely rotten for being so excited.

"You bring me gifts? That is kind of you, Miss. But I do not need a gift. You shouldn't waste such things on me. You wish to sit?" She gestures to her unmade bed, or the little chair in the corner.

Luckily for Holly, Oceana gets her first bite chewed and swallowed before she cracks the joke. She laughs aloud, setting down the plate for the moment and going in for a hug.

"I should have known, you big hooker." She winds her skinny arms around Holly's more voluptuous frame, and then pulls back to look at her. "But what the fuck, where have you even been? Jolie and I were starting to think you'd run off to join the fucking circus."

"Of course you!" she says, as if she can't imagine anyone more deserving of a gift right now. With the bouquet of flowers taken, Holly moves into the room and sets the basket down. "Oh, but getting gifts is fun, don't you think? So don't worry about needing it!"

She moves over and sits down on the bed. "Thank you." There's a small pause. "So... how are you?" she asks gently, not sure how Eponine might react to being asked.

Holly laughs along with it, and it feels so good to laugh. It feels like she hasn't truly done it in a long time. But what makes it even better is the hug, and she's wrapping her arms around Oceana without hesitation. The tightness in which she hugs Oceana is probably telling just how lonely and needy she is right now. She's missed Oceana a lot- she's missed everyone in general a lot.

"Haha, I..." she starts, reluctantly pulling back as Oceana does. "I just needed some time alone," she says with a small shrug. "I mean look at you, you look exhausted. You could probably do with a vacation too!" She's trying not to let it go too far into sad territory, not wanting to bring Oceana down.

"I've never had so many presents, Ma'am." Eponine sets the flowers down carefully. She loves flowers: she plucks a blossom from the bouquet to sniff as she sits next to Holly.

To her question, she shrugs. "I am okay. My cheek hurts, but there is nothing to be done there." What else is there to say? Eponine's grief over Orc hasn't abated, but she's changed. It's guilt that is the overwhelming emotion now. Guilt for leading a boy who loved her so completely to his death, whilst she laughed at him with Diana and flirted with boys behind his back.

"And... you? It is so quiet, the Tower, ain't it, Miss? Everyone else in prison. I wonder how many shall look like me? Eva has one too."

Oceana's not really one to get too serious, except when it's needed, but even still she notices how closely Holly hugs her, and the tightness around her eyes when she answers. The younger queen purses her lips.

"I fucking wish. I bet I look a hot mess right now, but I've been so damn busy getting ready for the fucking Ice Capades." She holds Holly at arm's length. "You're lucky you got away while you did."

Holly is trying to tip-toe around the subject, so she lets out a small laugh when Eponine mention all the gifts. She can imagine why Eponine has gotten so many, but she won't say it. A part of her wants to bring up Orc, but a part of her is afraid to. It's so difficult.

Her stomach turns a little when Eponine draws attention to her cheek. Up until then Holly had just blissfully ignored it, not wanting to think too much about it. It's such sticky territory- on one hand, she doesn't approve of the jailbreak. But on the other, she can understand why it happened, in a way. "Oh, are... are they not giving you anything for pain?" she asks, her painted on eyebrows furrowing a little in concern.

Holly's eyes fall shut at the mention of the prisoners, and she just nods a little. "Oh, yes... It's very quiet. I haven't seen the district so empty in years." She waves a hand. "But anyway, let's not talk about that, let's..." She's grasping at straws, before finally, in a desperate bid not to have to talk about the jailbreak, decides to bring up Orc. "It's... very sad what happened to Orc." She clears her throat, a wave of emotion hitting her hard. "I was talking to Jolie earlier about holding a memorial party."

Holly tries not to get too serious, either. In fact, she shies away from serious like it's the plague. But there are sometimes you really just can't avoid it, even if you try very hard.

She forces a laugh, shaking her head. "I'm not sure it was luck," she says. "I wish I hadn't had to go." But if she had stayed, she would have been a weepy mess everywhere. There are times even now that it's hard not to get upset over what happened to Orc. "I would say you're lucky, actually. You're such a strong young woman. I really admire that about you."

The expression that Holly receives in return is half dead-eyed stare and half murderous intent. How are you? Today is on record the worst experience he has ever had. It began with his activation: cold was something he knew of from thermal receptors, but had never actually felt, and that lead to the very rude introduction that he had apparently been placed into an inferior chassis.

The news that he has one job however, to kill for the entertainment of others, was not terrible news. It didn't make up for his physical situation though.

The enthusiasm he's greeted with gives him this uncomfortable, moving liquid feeling in his abdomen (nausea), something he's been experiencing quite frequently in his crash course experience to being a meatbag thus far.

"Answer: I am in a fluidic meat hell."

Eponine laughs a little bitterly at Holly's question about painkillers, her lips lifting into a lopsided smile. The left side of her mouth doesn't move though. It's blackened and blistered where the brand caught it.

"I think no. I think they make it so it hurts, Miss. It is a punishment, no? To hurt me, and to make me feel ugly. I don't care though." She shrugs, and pulls her hood up to try to hide the scar. She does care. She cares a lot. The pain keeps her awake when the nightmares do not, and she had screamed and swore and begged when Eva had scrubbed the blisters from her cheek. She's truly ugly now, isn't she?

Eponine has to bite her lip when Holly mentions Orc. Poor, dear old Orc. She closes her eyes, seeing his anguish again, hearing the cannon that shed his skin, feeling the Peacekeeper's hands about her head, anchoring her so that she had to watch him die.

"Sad?" She echoes in disbelief. "It were murder, cruel it were. I - well." She stops herself. Eponine could get so mad about what happened to Orc. Indeed, her hands ball into fists, and her cheeks redden. She shakes her head. "I can't stop seeing it, when I close my eyes. I see it all the time, even when I wake. But a party? Charles didn't much like 'em, you know?"

Oceana can't help but feel a little worried. After all, she knows about Orc, knows what a toll it must have taken on Holly for one of her tributes to have been killed like that. But at the same time, it's not something they should exactly discuss--who knows who could be listening.

She waves a hand. "Oh, god, stop, you're gonna make me get all emotional and shit. Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable." She gestures toward the comfy sitting area in her workshop, and takes her cheesecake with her to flop down on one of the sofas.

Oh, immediately Holly can tell that this is... not one of the happier ones. But he's new! That part alone is pretty exciting! In... well, a sadistic, Capitol-like way. She's sorry, but she's pretty Capitol.

Her eyebrows raise. "Oh! Well- be glad your meat is fluid. I've had a bad experience with stagnant meat and lemme tell you- not fun!" She sticks her tongue out for emphasis.

Holly's expression falls just a little more at Eponine's words. She's... probably right, that they want her to hurt. But she can't help wonder if she can get away with giving Eponine something for it. Would the Capitol punish her? She doesn't know. Maybe... it's better not to risk it. She's sorry, Eponine.

When the girl in front of her seems to start getting a little worked up, Holly slinks back just a little, suddenly afraid. She hadn't meant to upset Eponine- she really hadn't. When Eponine speaks, it just tugs at Holly's heart even more. She had told herself she wouldn't cry long before coming her, but she feels tears threatening her, and she reaches out to clasp Eponine's hand.

"I am so, so sorry," Holly says, and her voice cracks as she speaks. It's clear that she has a lot of sadness when it comes to Orc. "He..." She's hesitant, not wanting to say something that could be taken the wrong way. Holly is quite sure that the Capitol is monitoring Eponine closely. "He deserved better." With the hand not holding onto Eponine's, she dabs at her eyes. "He was a wonderful boy. And... maybe he didn't like them, but." She tries to force a smile. "I think it would be more for everyone else. The ones who loved him and want to have a place they can remember him together. To... To celebrate his life."

"I can't help it!" she says in fake exasperation. She's just feeling very... affectionate. Orc's death has her facing the mortality of those around her. What if, by some horrible chance, Oceana is next? She doesn't want to think of it, but it's hard not to.

Regardless, she sits down next to Oceana on the sofa. "I mean it, though," she says, not wanting to drop it entirely. "I really look up to you. That isn't weird, is it? I mean, I'm so much older than you. I'm practically an old lady."

She places the back of her hand near her mouth and stage whispers, "But not as much as Jolie, am I right?"

What. Is this woman even talking about?

"Clarification:" He punctuates out each syllable, really emphasizing that she has probably misunderstood him, "I was a droid. My chassis was not the meatbag one that it is now." Was. There is a rumbling hum of frustration in his chest. He raises his chin, acknowledging her more directly now.

"Query: Would you be upset if someone took your body away to place you within one that you had no familiarity with?" It should be rhetorical but meatbags, they could be unpredictable.

"He deserved better than me." And the tears that had been threatening began to fall, trickling over her burn to mingle with the puss and the blood that still oozes from the wound, making her wince.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to get him killed. I - God, why did he love me? I am wicked and he were killed for me. It ain't fair. But... I made him a place. God - not even a body! I have his picture in my hiding place. What more can I do?"

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