thecapitol | OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

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...

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"Eh, your loss," he shrugs and reaches for a pen, but doesn't move to grab for the box again. Just leaves it sitting there in case he changes his mind.

"If this place has one good point, it's the food. I'll give them that," it's Tony's way of saying yes to Riddick's question, perhaps.

"Guess that's somethin'. They don't make us catch our own unless we're tryin' to kill each other at th'time. Better than some slams, that way." He doesn't miss the protein waffles, the liquid slop, or the fried rats he's had other places, that's for sure. He continues his musing, since Tony seems here to stay and doesn't seem in the mood to mock him or be to annoying.

Yes, anyway.

"Rather have somethin' edible than somethin' sweet, though," is what he says. "Or somethin' with alcohol, that's not too bad."

"Oh, and that," Tony agrees wholeheartedly. "Is there even an Avox in here? Hey!?"

He snaps his head around in search one, waves one over and tells them to bring him back two two-finger glasses of District 1 brandy with lemon wedges for the rim.

Might as well enjoy delicious treats with more delicious treats of the liquid variety. And man, did District 1 have a delicious dessert brandy.

"You're not an indulgent fellow, are you?" Tony teases more than really asks him. He's pretty sure what the answer will be.

Now that, Riddick can approve of, and he picks up the glass to mock-toast Tony before knocking back a gulp of the stuff. "Oh, I got my vices. They just ain't got much t'do with food, that's all."

And getting into his vices probably isn't the best idea. Well, not unless he's focusing on ones that don't involve killing people. He hasn't had much chance to indulge in most of those, though, besides mockery for his own entertainment. "Guess yours do? Or some of 'em, anyway, right?"

"I just don't believe in limiting myself," Tony shrugs and chuckles as he toasts the other man. Riddick, Tony thinks his name is. Can't remember the District he's with. Doesn't really care.

"So what's your story? Military? Mutant Space Boxer? Police officer slash werewolf?" it's a weird kind of way that these conversations always tend to go: the whole 'so what are you in for' talk everyone always wants to have here. And yeah, he's curious a little bit. And feeling chatty.

"Werewolf?" Riddick isn't even sure he knows what that is. He snorts a laugh, though. "No mutant stuff, no law enforcement, nothin' with fur. Escaped convict, so none of that'd work out so well for me. Currently a show pony for people who like that kinda shit. Like the rest of us, I guess."

He downs the rest of his drink, then asks, "What about you?"

"No werewolves in your world? That's too bad," there aren't in Tony's either, aside from legend, but that hasn't seemed to stop them from showing up here. He nibbles on another candy and appreciates the complimenting flavors of the chocolate and the scotch on his tongue.

"Here? I'm just your average humble tribute trying to make his way in the world. Used to be kind of a big deal back home. Made some cool things. Nice car. Nice house. Saved the world now and then..."

"Lucky you." Riddick isn't falling for the fake-modesty thing, Tony, sorry, man. That's the kind of way people talk when they want you to ask further, or expect you to already now. "Bet you miss all that shit here, huh? Especially the saving the world part."

Him? He'd rather just save his own skin and that of the few people he actually sorta cares about.

"Well, the world stage is definitely different," he admits as he stares intently at what now looks like the starting of a sketch of a small mechanical device. Tony Stark and the word Modesty were rarely words used in the same sentence together, but at least he'll be the first person to admit to it, also. "Mostly I just miss my things."

That's a lie, of course. Because of course Tony misses home. His fame and fortune and Pepper and his suits. His fingers itch so badly the can hardly stand it to build another. But he doesn't have the workspace. A place to keep the parts. The tools he needs. It would take months of gathering supplies without having to participate in arenas, given his limited resources, the extremely thorough security measures and no secure or feasible workspace. Throw a death match and constant dates and interviews... well, lets just say progress is going very slowly in even so much as an attempt at that endeavor.

He's not even aware he's doing it till it's halfway done. The sketch of a new suit design. Its a horrid pink and green and yellow and blue thing that looks like a Capitol wet dream. It's both hilarious and an abomination in one moment. At least, to Tony it is.

"You don't seem impressed. Not the world-saving sort, I take it?"

"Uh, no." Riddick smirks at the very idea, amused at the idea of him being anything but a destroyer. He'd even had to be convinced, and convinced the hard way, to save a kid and a priest who'd admittedly never done anything wrong, just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And he'd liked them. "Not so much a world-saving sorta guy. More likely to just let it circle the drain. Probably it's time, anyway."

He watches the artwork progress with curiosity, though. Looks like some kind of droid or mecha suit or something. He's seen some that look a lot more garish than that, himself.

"Dead worlds just don't seem like as much fun," Tony shrugs. Surprises himself to find that he genuinely means that. The sensation makes his nose tickle. And his ears itch.

Wait... did that even sound right?

"There's always more worlds. Ain't ever really gotten attached to one enough to care if it got dead." Said as a space-farer, and all. Worlds die all the time, as far as he's concerned. As long as he doesn't wind up on said world at the time, it isn't his business. "Besides, a planet with no people on it ain't really dead, is it? So only some kinds of dead are even that boring."

Look at him, getting all philosophical, and not remarking on Tony's moment of weird confusion, there.

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now I wanna introduct your Tony to my werewolf XD

hahaha he is weirdly curious to see one!

mine is Victorian and very polite XD

polite werewolves are the best kind

agreed :B they're the most fun... to torment >.>