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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-10-10 08:11 pm

The Crowning Of Clara Murphy

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of Clara Murphy
Where| A refurbished former-medical building within Capitol. 
When| Starting from late afternoon, going into the evening and late night.
Warnings/Notes| Don't forget, peacekeepers are on high alert and will notice any rebellious activity or odd behaviour. 

The theme of the ceremony is corruption and dystopia, with a distinct nod to futuristic aspects and, of course, robots. The room is stark, clean, and foreboding, all done in metallics, crisp whites, and the occasional bit of robotics set up as art. It speaks as an unholy cross between a medical office, a military base, and an extremely well kept prison.

The ceremony is both a chance for Capitolites to have fun and be grateful for the grand and glorious Panem which in no way exemplifies any attributes of dystopia, while also working as a not so subtle reminder to the troublemakers out there of what can happen when things get out of line. Which they surely won't, with all the peacekeepers around.

Tributes are dressed in all manner of thing incorporating chains, rope, caution tape, muzzles, bars and cages, prison stripes, and uniform orange-- all things reminiscent of imprisonment and restriction. Some tributes may be made to look scuffed up, like cartoon-ish depictions of hardened thugs. There are a few references to robotics, and that of evil and corrupt military men and police officers, but all tributes will be marked by some manner of cuff or chain that clearly denotes them as “criminals”.

They’ll also be given a “prison number” that is actually indicative of their district association and an arbitrary letter next to it, for example, someone from district six will have 06 and the first letter of their name. It will be temporarily tattooed somewhere visible on their skin. It can be washed off but it will take more scrubbing than would be done in a single day, let alone a crowning.

The only exceptions to these rules, are those who have been brought to the winner’s table; all those who can be deemed as cyborgs, scientists, and of course, the victor herself. Her throne sits at the head of the table, a robotic contraption that appears almost as though it might encase her. For a crown, Clara has been given one that seems to bear resemblance to a white picket fence, which, when made into a crown, looks far sharper than the idyllic home setting it’s meant to represent.

Avoxes are all dressed as members of the corrupt Detroit military police. The uniforms are naturally given a more sinister edge. None of them are comfortable. All of them are serving “Detriotto” staple foods.

Around the crowning, flat hologram projections of hockey games can be seen. They show the games of a team called “The Rouge Wings” and alternate that with the less spectacular showings of what appears to be a young boy’s hockey team. Commercials fill the times between promoting the work of Capitol’s peacekeepers, showing appreciation for them on an individual level, encouraging obedience in citizens with pleasant clips of peacekeepers speaking to children, and suggesting recruitment in the truly good and noble of Panem. Capitolites may nod along to these as they giggle at the sight of decorative signs, that are most certainly from Clara’s lesser world, about obeying, consuming, and so on, to a less than favourable government. A few posters feature Clara Murphy’s face in four colour palettes, all humorous jabs at dystopia proclaiming; “MOTHER MURPHY IS WATCHING YOU”.

But hockey games are not the only things that can be seen on the projection screens; if tributes take the time to look, they may see their own face projected above in profile and facing forward views like that of mug shots. Though, how the capitol has managed to get these pictures may be entirely a mystery. Besides these mugshots, criminal records are displayed, listing crimes from “lied to their parents” to petty theft to murder. Whether these records are true or not may be up for much debate.

In the mean time, there are plenty of things for party go-ers to do, such as take part in the David For A Day egg and spoon race, in which tributes will all have a chance to dress up (with wigs and matching clothing of all sizes!) as the mysterious David, compete against others, and should they win, be dubbed David For A Day, winning themselves a banner they can wear and a spot at the victor table.

There is also an obstacle course available dubbed the "Clarence Boddicker Memorial Prison Funhouse" designed to look, you guessed it, like a prison. Fun for all ages and demeanours!

For those looking for retreat, there’s a small section cut away from it all, designed to be a pleasant backyard patio setting opened to a starry night sky and small surrounding garden, in stark contrast to the rest of the place. There’s a small area for dancing in, that can really only accommodate one couple at a time, but is nevertheless perfect for a romantic scene. Only two songs play over speakers here, one perfectly fitting, the other a little more jarring. It’s also here that party go-ers can get their picture taken with a life sized ED-209. Many more much smaller ED-209’s can be seen around and within the crowning party. As well as the occasional roomba, which fans of the last arena will surely get a chuckle out of.

As the crowning nears it’s end, those at the victor’s table will be given paintball guns filled up with red paint. They will be ordered to bring the criminals to justice! The criminals being all the other tributes. Those hit with paint will be made to wait within the Memorial Prison Funhouse until all the criminals are apprehended and forced to do their time! No one will be allowed to go back to the tribute tower until all the criminals are caught.
pigspigspigs: (The Collar The Neck The Noose)

[personal profile] pigspigspigs 2014-10-14 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, that is indeed the last thing they want," he says, "and I'm not surprised."

He pauses. Purses his lips.

"You do not know this about me yet, Doctor -- are you a doctor?" There's no pause this time -- the speech is already set in motion. "But I am a butcher. There is nothing the average citizen hates more than witnessing the exposed necks, the pulsating innards of their felled meals. They would rather it appear on their tables, clean and generously marinated, as though it had never been anything but meat."
tookthewheel: (Bucky wears warpaint)

[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-10-14 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks thoughtful, "This is a publicly known occupation?"

In his world there are such people but they are unknown to the general public, they are ghosts. Perhaps he had counted, himself a ghost excluded from the general laws that governed countries and men but then he had been bound to the laws of something else entirely and he certainly had had no freedom in his movements. No, his life was not an apt comparison.
smarterthanthem: (sure is something)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-10-14 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably." Clementine agrees, smiling at him gratefully as she gets back onto her feet and smooths down her dress. "I'm not usually that careless, just looking at that thing started to creep me out." she jerks her head to where the robot is still standing, perfectly still and not alive.

Walkers had become day to day, but giant robots? Definitely creepy. Creepy like this whole Crowning and the Capitol in general to be honest.

"Are you one of the new people?" because she thinks she'd remember this guy if he'd been around longer.
anachronologistics: sharp pastels (slumpage)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-14 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, Davesprite isn't going to judge. Ironic selfies are a totally appropriate way to distract oneself from the fact that they're swimming in a dystopian murderfest cesspool.

It's probably a comical sight to anyone who's never been a time-traveller, either in their current life or past life, ie: everyone else. Two dudes who were once the same dude but not anymore greeting each other like it ain't no big thing. Davesprite's wings lower (to the best of their ability in their bindings) so that he can peer over his shoulder at Dave, just before offering a tip of his chin in acknowledgment. Sup, real Dave.

Okay, the truth is, his threshold for mind-breaking bullshit was met, and then far exceeded, by meeting his not-dead-anymore older brother. At this point, it's just easier to turn off the brain before it turns into a drooling pile of shit.

"Shit yeah. But are you really surprised? I mean, it's not like I was going to settle for anything less than fucking awesome. Got feet like goddamn kayak paddles."

He's almost tempted to look down at Dave's feet, as if to compare, but he doesn't. Comparing yourself to yourself -- it sounds kind of stupid.
reassures: (flicker ☙ but you can skyrocket away)

[personal profile] reassures 2014-10-14 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ugh. Bad pickup jokes. She's a little glad he's not being serious.

She stumbles a few times because of the heels she's got on, but Nill doesn't stop until they're in a more crowded part of the crowning, and when she does she quickly pulls out her notepad and pencil, scribbling a note out quickly and holding it up for him to see.

you can't say things like that here.
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-14 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"People know what a Spectre is," They might never meet one, but they knew the word, and what it implied. A lot of the stories were outlandish almost to the point of legend, but then, "Why?"
smarterthanthem: (seriously?)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-10-14 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well there's no sprinkles on the hot dogs or creepy chandeliers, I'm counting it as a win." she grins into the cola though really, it still wasn't great. "Have any of these ever actually been fun?"

Clementine knows Joel hasn't been there for many arenas before her but she knows it's at least one. There's probably someone better she could ask about this but right now she's asking him.
smarterthanthem: (keep on stepping)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-10-14 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Self-defence, okay, I'd understand. But just hurting for no good reason, especially kids..." Clementine looks disgusted at the thought. She might be biased by merit of actually being a kid but that didn't make her opinion less valid. "... who's the woman?"

She didn't know any woman to watch out for.

"Gah, Mindy!" Clem protests and tries to get back at her, reaching up to ruffle Mindy's hair back if she can. "I don't think you can. It's un-defendable."
tookthewheel: (so mysterious much mask)

[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-10-14 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes it but not without some consideration.

Bucky's trying not to be obvious about how he slightly positions the chair to give him the best possible view of the party room, covering everything he can possibly see and leaving as little potential for anyone to approach him from behind as possible. He's good at making the way he does it subtle but perhaps not to a particularly skilled observer. In contrast to the other man he sits in close, long limbs folded close but at the ready, as if to spring up and out of the chair at any moment and into combat.

When he sits he sets the metal arm on the table with a gentle clink before glancing at the other occupant, eyes flickering over his outfit or lack thereof. His eyes linger on the metal collar and shackles and he feels a twinge of... sympathy, is it?

"They look uncomfortable." he says after a good three minutes have passed.
tookthewheel: (I got a bad feeling)

[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-10-14 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Curious. Such actions and permissions for an operative would result in public protest if known in my own world." he says plainly. "Covert operations are applied as standard."
anachronologistics: sharp pastels (slumpage)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-14 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Far from serious. At this point, he's just incredibly bitchy.

Davesprite watches her write, eyebrow rising high into his hair. For a moment, he's tempted to take the notepad from her and write back.

"Gag order?" But it doesn't take a genius to put two-and-two together. He doesn't give her but a second before he shakes his head (his wings try to shake as well, but all they end up doing is strain against the binding) and crosses his arms. "Nevermind. I get it. The walls have ears or something. It's cool." He points at the lock she had been trying to crack open. This time, when he speaks, his voice is a little lower, making it hard to hear over the din unless you're actively trying to listen to it. "Anyway, you're not gonna get that thing unlocked like that."
hit_girl_mindy: (Civvies (Mindy))

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-10-14 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a woman named Moltov." She decided not to go with the last name or Clementine would think that she were saying it purposely for a laugh. "But yeah, they're both pretty fucked up in that way. My advice would be to take them out early on, if it can even happen. You'll be able to recognize Moltov though: she's got an eye patch and red hair."

Lucky for Clem, they're about the same size so Mindy poorly tries to duck out the way, laughing. "We'll see! I'll find a way to be cuter!"

No she wouldn't.


unjoined: (i'm the avatar i don't need a license)

[personal profile] unjoined 2014-10-14 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Korra makes a tsk at the sight of the lock. The shackles were going too far. If Korra had her bending, she could get the shackles off the girl but for now she can only hope she won't be in them for too long.

Her note gets her an odd look. Okay, Korra knows she's been pretty lucky with what she's gotten away with. Having almost the entire city police on a chase after her? Yeah, sure, anyone else would have been in jail.

But thinking it doesn't exist is a bit of a stretch. This girl might have an extremely harsh legal system back home- or she hangs around one questionable crowd.

"Sure. Sometimes crimes are small enough that it's okay to go easy on them." Korra is at a loss. "Or, uh, usually. Is your home different?"
gardienne: (cheeky smile)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-10-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"You look a man who has seen a lot, Sir. But still, you look a great deal better than many men I have seen in Paris, where I am from."

Eponine's not in the slightest bit afraid of Aragorn, not least because she is so far beyond caring about herself and her personal safety. But she can see something as well, perhaps because he is still talking to her instead of frowning. Perhaps because he has said nothing so bad, nothing so good to her. No more lies.

"But you will hear enough of that from the lovely, lovely people here that you do not need me to say it."
gardienne: (traumatized)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-10-14 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine coughs it away. "Horrid woman." She kicks out as hard as she can with a bare foot.

"You taunted me. You said horrid things Why could you not just have done it quick? Do you not know how it hurts? How it feels to see yourself hanged?"
smarterthanthem: (Cut)

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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-10-14 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi." Clem says as she sits down next to Clara, directed by a pair of Peacekeepers who leave them to it.

As soon they're gone she pulls off the blonde wig, just leaving herself in the rest of the 'David' costume and wearing the sash. Clementine has an apologetic look on her face as she sits down next to Panem's newest victor and tries not to stare at the glass eyes and cybernetic hand Clara now sports because of her injuries in the arena.

"I'm sorry about this. I don't know who David is but... this probably isn't something nice for you." she says quietly.
reassures: (fade ☙ her eyes are dark now)

[personal profile] reassures 2014-10-14 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
She genuinely looks a little relieved that he seems to get it without much explanation or confusion. Not that he didn't deserve more explanation, but when you only had a notepad as your main method of communication, it tended to limit how much you could really say to someone within a certain amount of time.

Nill looks down at her hands, her thumb brushing over the locks for the shackles. They're not tight to the point of restricting blood flow, but her wrists were probably gonna be bruised after this. She pauses, and then finally shrugs a shoulder, one of her wings rising up slightly as she does so, just visible over the top of her shoulder. It doesn't look even remotely comfortable.

I don't know if I'm allowed to take it off.

Though it's not like that makes her want them off any less.
earthborn: (appear where you are not expected)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-14 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"And if we were just dealing with humans, I'm sure it'd be the same back home," Shepard grimaced a little, to think of it. The Alliance was hardly popular on Earth, and plenty of people had no problem saying so-- or more, "But the Spectre office is older than most human civilizations, so we don't make the rules."

Something something about honor and lines of defense, and it was pretty much all crock, just like most solemn formal oaths one had to swear to in front of witnesses.

"I'm actually the first of our species to achieve the rank."

[personal profile] darkvigilante 2014-10-14 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Doubtful. The regular Wings barely cut it; what chance do these guys have?" comes the response, and he gestures to the screen with a jab of his thumb. He's a little surprised when he actually looks at the kid talking to him, mostly for the inmate apparel on such a young face than anything.

More weird crap to get used to here. Unsettling to say the least.

"Jeeze, how old are you?" Probably the youngest person he's run into so far, though he hadn't been in the Capitol long, and wasn't going to any unnecessary measures to make friends.

silberfuchs: (draw me like a French girl)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-14 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isn't it?" The parties are all for the Capitolites. Just an excuse for excess and to mingle with the tributes. Their celebrity and pariahship go hand in hand in an odd and uncomfortable mixture of hero worship and near-slavery. Like sideshow attractions. It's almost as gratifying as it is strange to see a native so vehemently against the dog and pony as he is internally.

"Yes, we do, intentionally or not." He sips at his own wine, unsettled though he's not sure why. He chalks it up to his general state of discomfort with the party itself. Even when he wasn't forced into these things, he never liked large gatherings. After awhile they begin to feel somewhat claustrophobic. "I suppose it's worth it to remain well fed and provided for."

He has to play the grateful Tribute, has to act as if he appreciates this entire punch in the face.
fight_like_a_girl: (pin up girl)

[personal profile] fight_like_a_girl 2014-10-14 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Steph only vaguely recognizes her from both around the tribute building and the party, but nods at her question. She's not particularly in the mood for company, but she can hardly be rude to someone who's in the same boat as the rest of them. She'd be hard pressed to believe that any of them are really enjoying this charade.

"It's yours if you want it." She shrugs, attempts a smile, but mostly fails. The sooner they can get out of here and into sensible clothes the better. "I don't have anyone to save it for, in any case."

Because even the familiar faces here aren't from her world, so her pool of people to be friendly with is pretty low at the moment.
silberfuchs: (pleased)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-14 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I might take you up on that. We can both be trend setters." He takes a surreptitious look around, then snags a cloth of his own, draping the red and white checkered fabric over himself like a toga. It looks ridiculous, but at least more modest.

"I'm Albert Heinrich, District 3." He offers his hand to her. "You're new, aren't you? I haven't seen you before."

More kids. Whoever decides who to reap is first on Albert's list for people needing to be brought to justice.

[personal profile] darkvigilante 2014-10-14 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
And if he'd had the chance to talk to Donnie since arriving, he'd probably be expecting the encounter, at least on some level. So far, he'd only had the pleasure of running into Leo. In that, he was a little surprised when Shepard approached and called him by name, despite being aware of some amount of "advertising" the Capital had already done with the Tributes.

Those names and crimes scrolling along the screens were proof enough of that. Damn, but his photo looked bad. They really couldn't use his good side, could they.

"Right. Raph's fine. And no thanks," he replies, waving away the pastry and holding up his can of soda, "Too much sugar makes me bitey. Who're you?"
silberfuchs: (smiling fondly)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-10-14 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs, letting her push him a few steps before digging in his heels and turning around. "Alright, alright, I'll stop, but only if you answer one question for me first."

He puts a hand on her shoulder, smiling a little. It's much softer than it was before. "Is it really so bad to like him romantically? Consider the situation we're in. Isn't it better to find what happiness you can, while you can?"

"Initiate's a good guy, and I know you can plainly tell. So what's the problem?"
hit_girl_mindy: (hair back)

Re: Raphael

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-10-14 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
OK, so here was the thing: technically, Raphael was her favorite turtle. After meeting Donatello she was promised to never care about something like that, but he always seemed the most bad ass. Keeping this in mind, she still had a mission she had to carry out, and in order to do that she would have to go and speak with him.

"Yo," she said casually, taking a look at the game. "How's the game filling out?"