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thecapitol2013-02-13 08:44 pm
thebiddingbaron) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-13 08:44 pm
Entry tags:
- npc: darius,
- sigma klim,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ anna morasca,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ chibiusa,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ clint barton,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ effie trinket,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ gabriel,
- ✘ glinda upland,
- ✘ javert,
- ✘ katurian katurian,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neeshka,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ richard b. riddick,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ tony stark
OPEN Valentine's Day Plot
WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.
On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.
On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:
To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries
Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.
On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.
On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:
To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries
Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...
common area / district 2 suites
It was thinking about Kurt that made him pick up a plate to take up some of the cookies. It was too early to munch on all of the chocolates but he did bite into a chocolate covered cherry as he selected a bunch of the sweets and decorations.
He knew that Sherlock stayed in their Suite and it seemed a shame for his roommate to lose out on all of this just because he was managing his own version of a rebellion against the Capitol. That and the fact that the flowers looked nice inspired Blaine to take these things up to District 2's rooms. He walked up to them with a couple of plates and some flowers under his arms.
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"Valentine's. And here I was hoping the future would be devoid of it."
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all around the tower
That was why as he was going around the Tower that day he had some of the conversation hearts and a box of chocolates from the table. He'd offer them to anyone who looked like they could use some cheering up.
District 10 suites!
She wiped her eyes. No. No, she couldn't cry. That...that was something that the enemy wanted from her, right? Make her cry and make her want to give up. That was why they did all these horrible things, isn't it?
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12th floor
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Anywhere you want to run into him!
He grabs a few boxes from the table, to snack on as he wanders about the Training Center, hoping to catch up on what he's missed around town. Contrary to popular belief, Tony actually does like to share!
How about in the training rooms?
Hey, why not? Not much else to do, whenever everyone else is exchanging weirdly-shaped hearts and eating cookies, and it's too early to get anything done for Conscientia and her ilk. Besides, he's never had the chance to be creative with anything other than what weapon to use to kill someone.
Maybe that's because he doesn't have much talent. The painting is supposed to look like a ship, but it looks more like a blob of light moving through a field of black with a couple speckles here and there for stars.
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Hey Tony |D
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Up on the roof? Because where else would Clint be hanging out?
CLINT!!! BUDDY! of course you're on the roof....
:D
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The Lounge
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Outside the Training Center
She's still munching on a couple cookies from the spread, in fact, even while she waves to everyone who passes by... and pets a few of them with her tail. And steals from some of them, in a rather blatant fashion. Inhibitions, they are gone, inasmuch as they were there to begin with.
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He'd have been content to remain there, but there was a weight on his shoulders. A heavyness that could only be lifted by doin' what needed doin', sayin' what needed sayin'.
He went to her floor first, but they directed him down main room and there - through the lounge windows - he spotted her.
Hands in the deep pockets of his long coat, he approached the bench, boots crunching across the snow. His shadow falling long, face hidden under the brim of his hat.
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Re: Outside the Training Center
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south wing greenroom
She wasn't headed in any particular direction, moving slowly and nibbling from her plate on the way, so it's something of a surprise when she realized she was in an area she rarely visited willingly, the green room. The room she'd be frequenting every Arena from now on. Because she won.
She realized suddenly she was smiling and popped another cherry into her mouth to stop, falling gracelessly onto one of the plush seats. Soon she was smiling again, even giggling now and then to herself, alone in the greenroom.
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It became even more prevalent a goal after he'd had a few of those chocolates that had been set out, for unknown reason; he couldn't really wrap his head around it, but he was feeling good and cheery (almost obnoxiously so now). To the point that he'd wandered off and gone on a grand adventure of sorts, hoping he'd find her somewhere. Eventually, he did, hearing a familiar giggle from the greenroom. Poking his head in, Draco casually rapped at the door, not wanting to surprise her if she was talking to someone. Though he hadn't heard anyone else with her.
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wandering the center
He dislikes the holiday, not candy, after all. So now he's just wandering around the building, not feeling up facing the Citizens without going on a massacre just yet, eating as he walks.
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In an empty hall Helena tried to calm her beating heart. She was...no she didn't want to think about what she was feeling right now.
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Anywhere ya want him.
He paused, nose flaring as he inhaled, eyes roving slowly over the table.
Flour, sugar, chocolate, eggs, milk, various types of legume... all typical. All normal. All ingredients one would expect.
But there was something - more. Something biting in the back of his mouth, something vaugely familiar. Chemical.
He picked up a box of chocolates, rolling one between his fingers curiously as he walked....
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Katurian leaned against the back wall, his stomach churning, his hands trembling against his legs, and then he left quite abruptly for the exit, the entire world dropping out from under his feet. He threw his body against the door to open in it (why can't his hands work?) and turned into the hallway blindly, his chin held tight against his chest.
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I hope you don't mind?
Never, bb! :)
Re: Never, bb! :)
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District 3 Suites
After several different outfit changes and some prancing in front of the mirror with her hairbrush, Eponine pads out of her room in search of food.
And SUCH food does she find. Her eyes widen in childish wonder. It's so pretty. Is she really allowed to eat it?
She looks quickly over her shoulder, to make sure that nobody is there, before she crams a chocolate caramel into her mouth. Oh it's delicious. It's SO delicious. She crams another in, and another and another, as quickly as she can, lest she be caught eating what isn't meant for her. And then she starts on the chocolate cherries - she's never had a cherry before, but instantly, as with so much other food, likes it, and begins to chew quickly. She gorges on the chocolates and sugary biscuits and whatever else lies on the table for some minutes, until she starts to feel sick. And then she stops. The walls are beginning to spin, just a little, and they seem to melt before her eyes.
That's strange.
She closes her eyes tight. What is going on? She opens them again, only when she hears footsteps approaching. Her eyes are wide with - well, not fear, exactly. Apprehension, perhaps.
Re: District 3 Suites
He opens the door, careful not to have it make too loud of sound out of courtesy for his suitemates rather than out of any nefarious intent. He stops as he notices that there's someone else in the living room.
His first thought is that she must be a thief, snuck in to gorge herself on the ample food of the kitchen. She looks raggedy and hungry enough, and her fingers have chocolate on them. After a beat, he realizes that the more likely explanation is that she's the other Tribute in District 3, the unmarried woman who, he now sees, has the youth and bearing of an overgrown urchin.
He raises a hand to greet her, though stiffly. "Madame."
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wandering about; he will legit wander anywhere
Though judging by the state of him - the slightly giddy way he was bouncing through the halls, a small box of assorted chocolates, mostly caramels and cherries - being amused wasn't exactly going to be a problem.
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Javert's been doing his best to be withdrawn rather than outright surly with the other Tributes since returning, but that's not all that easy when people are sort of skipping through the halls and the street rat woman in his suite seems determined to feel him up.
He looks over at the young blond man - well-kempt, aristocratic features - with a sort of dull surprise. He didn't expect the upper crust to be chosen for these sorts of games.
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random hallway?
yes'm!
\o/
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district three suites. locked to eliot spencer.
It's just supposed to be a friendly visit. Between friends. Hence her jeans and plain black t-shirt. Casual, so he hopefully won't shut the door in her face.
"Eliot, are you in there?"
Here I is......... Finally
whoo!
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anywhere you want her
So that day began as normally as any other for her, with her moving about the tower whenever she got bored with one setting, a sketchbook in her hands with designs for some new building or series of buildings or, in one or two cases, an entire city.
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He was leaning against the wall of the lounge, his arms folded over his chest, his skin pale, his eyes bruised with exhaustion. The words were so simple as to be meaningless, but they were the first things he had said in nearly half a day. His voice was raspy, dry, out of practice. He did not smile.
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Lindsey | Cherries - Anywhere in the Tower
Feeling much better after breakfast, Lindsey grabbed a box more of the chocolates and intended to stash them up in his room.
Today was suddenly looking so much brighter.
Their common room!
"I ate way too much," she announced to the world at large. Or just whoever was in the suite at the time. Whatever. She sounded a little pouty. Maybe Wyatt being less than friendly was still bugging her a little. Maybe.
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I am the latest to this party sob i'm so sorry
That's okay, I'm even later
we'll be late together forever
Huzzah!
hallway on the way to their respective floors?
Excellent~
mwuahaahahhahahaha
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akdkfghghfhdhxbdxhsh such awesome creepery
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common room and everywhere once she starts wandering.
Lottie was a sucker for sweets, always. And this disappointment of realizing it was valentines day, and she wasn't going to be wooed by any adoring boys...well, the blow was softened by this beautiful spread of treats.
And she promptly stuffed her face. And that was when things started to get weird.
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idk how I lost this notif
it's cool XD
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anywhere you want
And neither option was really available here. Hypothetically, she could find some kind of parallel to either, but the idea of celebrating a holiday here like any old thing...wasn't sitting well.
Still. Free food was free food no matter how you sliced it, and the food seemed to be the best thing here. So she was more then happy to pick at the glorious spread of sweets. It wasn't until she had popped a few of the chocolate covered cherries (a favorite) that she started to feel....really good.
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He checks his reflection in a soup spoon, licking his thumb and smoothing out a mustache that isn't there and then he saunters up to her with a good amount of swagger. "Come here often?"
yessss here we go.
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All over
Of course, the promise of food helps him snap out of it, especially chocolates. He manages to eat an impressive amount of them, including quite a few of the chocolate covered cherries. Beloved, his ass. They owed him more chocolate than he could even fit in his stomach, but he figures this will do for now.
After he eats, he decides to wander around and explore the building. Maybe he'll be able to eat more chocolate if he walks enough.
Re: All over
"Hello Gabriel." He said trying to make his voice sound as friendly as possible.
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The garden of Eden in the seventh ring of hell? XD
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common room or 12
But wasn't this spread nice of the Baron? She smiled, piling up a little plate neatly, and going to sit and and nibble on it as she worked on her projects, nibbling as she went.
Except work was losing it's luster. In fact, all of this seemed sorta...unimportant.
Maybe today was a good day to...not work.
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He could tell he was inebriated. It was as plain to him as his own face. Luckily, said inebriation has the side effect of making him not care at all so it was time to find more of those chocolates....
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Anywhere you'd like him
Unless it's with free chocolate.
So, yeah. He may have picked up a few while he was down in the common area.
I saw he had no replied so just jumped on it.
This morning there seemed to be excitment as soon as the elevator slid open, and he eyed it warily.
"What'd laid out?" He asked the man nearest to him, one of 6's Tributes.
That's what I was going to suggest anyway :)
I dunno what happened to this notif :(
Lost to the ether?
apparently.
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Common area or District 1 floor
And the candy.
He kind of loves the candy. And there is just...way too much of it to go around right now, so he's gonna munch on some in the common room and fill up a plate to take back to his suite too.
Because you can't go wrong with chocolate.
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Having already sampled the chocolates, as well as the cookies, she sidles up to Atticus at the table with a grin and bumps hips with him, tail brushing on his calf familiarly. Even though they've never met. "Hey, new person."
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District 1 floor
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Common Area!
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Common Area
It was a concept he was well familiar with, of course. Gladiators were often showered with gifts, especially when they had won.
But he didn't trust this place, or the people, so he stood silently. And watched.
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Uncivilized as she may be called, Morrigan in fact possessed a far stronger sense of personal space than most. So while waited for no permission to approach, feet near gliding along the floor as she came up towards him, delicate sweet in hand (yet no yet eaten), she did not hover around the man. Rather coming to a stop near a yard to his side, arms coming up to cross over her chest in her normal 'relaxed' posture as she turned to join him in observation.
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Wondering around (Zombeh visions go)
It had to be some trick of the light. Of course it was, why would he be seeing things they wouldn't mess with the tributes out of the arena right?
Nothing had seemed off when he had a few treats anyway. Just a few cookies and okay he couldn't resist the caramels it was a weakness, the cherries hadn't been that bad either.
"Probably something in the coffee this morning, that's all."
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"Something is," he muttered, wandering through the halls after the latest, strange encounter (DeWitt wasn't really here, right? Anymore than Ballard.), "Something is wrong, that's it, something is off about, about all of this." He heard a voice and in in his confusion assumed it was one of the ones in his head, so he said, "I didn't have the coffee," quite conversationally, before spotting the man in his line of sight, squinting at him suspiciously. Was this another familiar, impossible face?
Damn missed this one too so much fail lately
nah it's fine
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Everywhere!
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She'd never heard of a Saint Valentine, but she found herself overwhelmed with jealousy that Saint Galinda didn't have such an opulent celebration day.
Unfortunately, Glinda had always been in the possession of an awful sweet tooth and took the opportunity to try one of everything. Soon enough she was wandering around the candidate tower, opening all the doors that she was allowed to and singing and giggling and skipping and humming and occasionally waltzing through the hallways.
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He gives a little yelp when Glinda opens the door, singing. "Jeez, knock first much?"
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Pick a place, any place
As he wandered, he stumbled upon some sweets: baked goods, candy, and other things, which definitely caught his eye. He secretly, or not-so-secretly, depending on how well you knew him, loved candy, so when he saw the cherry centred ones, he grabbed two or three of them, stuffing two in his pocket and one in his mouth.
After a little while, he had another one of the candies, not aware the affect the sweet was going to have on him.
rooftop gardens
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he's from early S5. Knows the Trickster, but not Gabe.
That only makes it better for Gabriel.
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central commons
Wandering anywhere
Sigma stood in front of the spread with a stunned expression, as though he weren't certain of what he was looking at. He tentatively selected a few, put them secretively into a small bag, and headed to eat somewhere alone. Slowly, and even appreciatively. Little did he know who had sent them...
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She wanders, blind to the fact that she is not in a Parisian street, oblivious to the fact that Marius is not there, singing to herself about her love.
And so when she bumps into Sigma, she looks puzzled for a moment, before her face clears with recognition.
"Ah of course, it is Monsieur Le Blanc. Excuse me, Monsieur, my clumsiness."
Eponine refers, of course, to Val Jean, and she smiles, before looking back over her shoulder and turning away.
"I will be good, of course, Papa. Gain his trust, lead him to the nest. Do not worry, Papa, I will be your good little Eponine again tonight."
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