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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.
anachronologistics: tg (just whipping out my sunny disposition)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-17 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Giant anthropomorphic talking canary that teaches all the kiddies how to read, count, and love by singing unironically shitty songs and basically being a huge feathery dumbass."

He should probably be ashamed by how much of this he knows first hand. This is what he gets for growing up around puppets. The struggle is real.
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2014-10-17 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
Steve wasn't really sure how this would go, if he was going to let himself get shot and call it done or make someone work for it, but he knows the sooner they get this over with, the sooner they can get out of here. He's considering who to let take him down easily - perhaps Carlos - as he toys with the muzzle like mask in his hands, his eyes catching on the fake tattoo of his district number on his bare left arm. For how much his outfit seems to cover up, it still leaves him with a sense of exposure.

It's then that his eyes meet Bucky's from across the area. For a moment, he thinks it's probably better to not let Bucky shoot him, might not go well, but then he knows that look. That glint in the other man's eyes as he starts to push forward towards him.

It's a game of chase.

Well, if that's the case, come try and catch him, Buck. With a grin, Steve ducks to the left and runs right, making sure to keep people between him and his pursuer.

Game on.
anachronologistics: tg (just whipping out my sunny disposition)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-17 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
And here it comes...

"They're wings. Extensive research has concluded that they are generally used for flight."
korosu: grown-ups are stupid. (hooded - facepalm)

[personal profile] korosu 2014-10-17 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Frown of disapproval. No need to be a wiseass, dude!

"Well can you?"
anachronologistics: partyhard (told you about the stairs bro)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-17 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Nonsense. Wiseass is all Davesprite knows how to speak.

He shrugs a shoulder.

"Used to." For a moment, it seems like that's all he's going to say. They're pretty rapidly approaching a topic he doesn't really want to get too heavily into. Shit be too heavy for such a little guy. Or something. "Not anymore though. Big Brother thinks its too OP for their murderfest."
anachronologistics: sharp pastels (im in time out)

[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-10-17 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, it appears like he's just going to let her keep staring at him like that, but then he shrugs a shoulder and lets his eyes sweep across the crowd. He spots the patio in the distance, and cocks his head in its direction.

"Kinda loud in here, don't you think?"
failbender: (conflicted)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
"A just-horse? That's just weird."

Seriously, what?

"And it doesn't matter what other people have done. What matters is what I've done and what I choose now. Choosing to be good, to try to help people, and to make it up to the people I've wronged isn't the only part of it. I can't just pretend all of that wipes my past away."

Ugh, he hated talking about this with strangers. The Capitol was terrible with their intrusiveness and prying.

"It's not like I punish myself. It just...can't let myself pretend that being good now undoes the past, or I might make the same mistakes in the future."

As far as he was considered, he had evil inside him, just like his father. His whole family line had the blood of countless people on their hands. He'd fortunately never killed anyone but he still carried the weight of his mistakes with him.

He had to be ashamed of how horrible he was and aware of how horrible he could be so he was that way again.
Edited 2014-10-17 08:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2014-10-17 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
Steve sees Clementine and for a long moment he debates going over. His own outfit is acceptable, except the poor excuse for pants. They feel just inappropriate enough to make him hesitate talking to anyone, let alone a child, but then again, he saw what some people were in and he feels he should be glad to have as much clothing on as he does.

So, without much more hesitation, he slips into a seat next to her, looking over at the crimes by her image.

"You do make cuteness a crime, kiddo," it's said with good humor, though muffled by the muzzle. He knows the world she comes from, he wouldn't be too shocked to learn most of that was true.
failbender: (conflicted)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Not where I come from. Maybe that's what your world needed. I don't know who you are or where you come from so I'm not going to judge unless you tell me more and whatever you did was actually pointless."

Maybe she came from a universe that had such terrible things the only way to stop them was to be terrible in return. Unless she spelled it out and made it clear it wasn't fair to decide it was wrong.

Because there could be reason for it. He hated to think about it that way, that things like genocide might have reason, but he was a pragmatic person. More so than Aang and sometimes even more than Sokka. The universe was apparently a much bigger place than he'd thought and he could think up plenty of situations where the death of many people might be necessary. For instance, if a large group of people had some kind of deadly plague and were swarming to other places full of people looking for help and would only spread it.

If they refused to stay quarantined in one place, they'd have to be...stopped.

"Not everyone can stop terrible things by being terrible back. Not without just adding to it."

If he ever gave in to the darker sides of himself again, he wouldn't be able to be some horrible person and somehow make it righteous. Just like everyone else in his family line, all he'd do was make the world burn a little more.

"That's why I need to be ashamed. I don't dwell in it in the day to day. Much. But I'm not someone that makes the right choices easily."

That wasn't how it worked for everyone but it was how he needed it to be for himself. He had to always be looking over his own shoulder at what he was doing.
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2014-10-17 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard not to catch sight of the doctor, especially in that silver dress. They had the brief encounter when he went in for his physical, but she didn't strike him as much different from some Capitolites he's met. Perhaps more aggressive in her appreciation, but not much so.

His outfit might be missing the chains she's appreciating, but his muzzle is on properly until he approaches her. Only when he's made his way to her does he unzip it to speak with her unhindered, his branded right cheek more easily visible now. The 09S tattoo visible on his bare left arm.

"Dr. Florbelle, you look lovely tonight, how are you mending?" He's polite, figuring it's better to make nice with the doctor you're forced to see.
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failbender: (whatever dude)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
Zuko just rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated noise that was actually almost a growl. He was very good at strange, inarticulate, discontented noises. He didn't want to get into things so he settled the issue by answering her question with a brazen lie.

"The tea insulted my honor."

He'd been getting used to the jokes about his honor around the campfire with Aang and his friends so he figured he might as well toss one out here.

He still had no idea what these weird gray people were. All he knew was he was still annoyed with the grey girl that had stabbed him.
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failbender: (outburst)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
He'd been spotted. Zuko caught sight of him and then started marching over, expression sullen, looking as if his hackles were raised.

When he got in close, he pointed at him.

"You!" he said forcefully, looking as if he was going to pick a fight.

This was it, round two! Zuko was totally going to try to fight him right then and the -

"You should train with me."

- Or not.

"You put up a good fight but you could be better. You're too heavy on your feet for someone your size."
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[personal profile] aboveangrybees 2014-10-17 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Steve isn't sure if he likes this party more or less than the last crowning, but probably more. The food is better and the music much less obnoxious, but the pants they have him wearing as part of his outfit leave a lot to be desired. While the muzzle neatly covers up the disfiguring brand on his right cheek, his left arm is bare to show off the large 09S written there. Even with the muzzle unzipped, he leaves it on by order of his stylist.

The party has enough lacking that his attention is easy to grab, drawn away from a nearby hologram and to - well, let's be honest here, it's not hard to have someone who's orange draw your attention. Green he was used to, Orange was a new ballgame.

Especially, an boy who looked a hell of a lot like Dave.

Too much so.

Curiosity gets the better of him as he makes his way over to the kid. "Guess they figure it's better to bring people in for the after parties these days."
arrogantalloy: (A: 063 Hey you!)

[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-10-17 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
There was an inclining in him to comment on Joel's dismissiveness, until he brings up cheeseburgers. Which causes Tony to gesture at him emphatically.

"Thank you! And here I thought I was the only one."

There isn't much that Tony wouldn't eat, but hamburgers are something he'll always take notice of first.
arrogantalloy: (A: 028 I'm onto you you know)

[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-10-17 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
"It's how we keep track of everything. We just hate it because it's boring and tedious."

Tony shrugs, he's been doing paperwork for various reasons for a lot of his life, and while he does honestly find it boring and tries to push it off on Pepper when he can, however it never really bothered him that much if he couldn't escape it.
failbender: (outburst)

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
For all he was rash and hotheaded, he was also observant. It had saved his life more than once. Zuko had noticed Strider and he'd noticed him noticing everything. When he eventually caught him staring at him, he glared right back.

"What are you looking at?"

This guy again. With his stupid staring. And his stupid face.

Didn't you want to talk to this kid again, Aragorn? Yes you did. Totally cool guy, wonderful conversationalist; Zuko was a delight.

Not.

Or at least he wasn't when he'd taken a dislike to someone, irrational though that dislike might be.

"For someone that likes people to stay out of your business, you're doing an awful lot of watching everyone else's."

The boy was sometimes rude and rash and his temper typically ran hot, but he wasn't stupid. And now he was curious. Why was the man so intent on people-watching? Why had he been acting so strange in the park? Was he untrustworthy? He looked untrustworthy.

He crossed his arms sullenly as he stood there. He'd gotten off lightly in terms of his outfit. They'd put him in a simple, faded orange jumpsuit with chains wrapped around his body.
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arrogantalloy: (A: 048 That could work)

[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-10-17 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, magic doesn't exist, so I'm going to say yes, I need a. Well I can fly without a suit, but it would be in a plane. But the suit is more of a thrill."

Tony explains casually, because after all, Tony is far too practical and science-minded to think magic is anything more than sleight of hand dealt out by weird looking rabbit owners.
failbender: (arms crossed)

Re: Nico di Angelo / open

[personal profile] failbender 2014-10-17 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, hey, another young guy with a ridiculously long list of ridiculous crimes, just like Zuko.

He had no idea how many might be true or twisted.

So he stood there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing his stupid orange prison uniform and the stupid chains. When the frustrated looking guy happened to glance his way, he just gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment.

He knows that feeling, buddy.

"Hey."

'Sup, moody pale kid. Meet moody scarred kid.
hiccup1puberty0: (066 uncertain)

[personal profile] hiccup1puberty0 2014-10-17 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't understand half of what you said and already I'm feeling that regret coming on."

He wasn't going to make him repeat himself. That way lay madness. There was enough he already had to wrap his head around in this place.

"And I did notice that very skilled evasive maneuver with the other question - masterful for one so young, by the way - so I'm just gonna take that as you not wanting to get into it. That's fine."

Avoidance meant it probably wasn't something the kid wanted to talk about.

"What's your name?"

He was new. Hiccup paid attention to these things - how many little kids there were in the arena. Just so he knew exactly how much to hate the Capitol.
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shenunigans: (when you walked)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-10-17 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Bubbles? I think you mean Blossom, thanks. It's like you don't even know me at all." He gives her a pointed look, as if he's genuinely offended by her suggestion.

"You mean like our grandkids like.." He points between them and pulls a face, then realises that was a fucking awkward thing to say and rolls his eyes to himself. "Nevermind." He scrutinises her duck face before he shrugs and crouches a little lower so they can both adequately fit in the shot.

"Alright short stuff, let's do this. Say cheese, motherfucker." If Clem makes a duck face, she'll be alone, he's going to blank stare down at the camera as he snaps the shot.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-10-17 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Because you're a teenage girl. An alien one, but.." He shrugs, like that should explain everything for both of them. "Who doesn't need a shitload of fucking useless shots of themselves doing mundane things like standing around and looking apathetic? It's an essential. Up there with fire, water and earth probably."

Dave's only agenda is to truly document the fact that he has a lot of friends and to sort of say a small fuck you to the people who think they're the authority on professional photography.

"Before we do this, you need to duck face. Quackbeast. Whatever. Purse your lips like you've got a beak."
shenunigans: (Are you telling me tenderness)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-10-17 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
Dave isn't under the illusion that she isn't gaining something from this in one way or another, but it's not something he feels particularly strongly about beyond thinking she's a little crazy. He doesn't want people to fight his battles for him, so if a solution presents itself he'll take it.

"It probably felt a little personal at the time, sure. You'd be the first person who killed me face to face, the other times were occupational hazards and the times before that were back home and beyond the vast reach of your beauty sleep deprived rage." Sorry, he babbles. "Point is, my feathers aren't ruffled."

He glances down at the camera. "Oh this? Please, half the photographers here are useless. They couldn't capture a precious memory if it moonwalked past them in slow motion." He snorts, then he takes a moment to consider something before he lifts the camera upward in front of them. "How 'bout it?"
reassures: (blaze ☙ all the light that you possess)

[personal profile] reassures 2014-10-17 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as they get there Nill let's go of his hand, and takes a step away, lifting her hands with a mildly apologetic smile. Next time, she'll actually ask. It widens into a near grin when she can see some of the anxiety seep out of him, even if it's only a little; most things are an improvement on the room that the main event is in, but this is definitely a much better spot. One of the prettiest she's found since she got here, actually.

The looks skyward for a moment, searching, and when she finds a particularly bright one she points to it and signs, star. Making it a small learning experience might help keep him distracted from the rest of this whole thing.
dingadong: (unsure)

[personal profile] dingadong 2014-10-17 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
Ringabel stares. "Magic not exist... no. No, my friend, magic does exist. I've seen Cure being cast. And if magic didn't exist, what would you buy in magic stores?"
shenunigans: (to torture)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-10-17 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
Dulled speed is proving to be an all-around issue here. Dave is generally much quicker on the uptake, but it's hard to salvage a selfie when you can't even see what's going on in the background. The ironic photo of himself in front of an ED-209 was so close. Alas, now it's a picture of him and Gary. Gary. That guy. Guy from the post with all the words. The dumb words. Gary is a dick. A dumb one.

Keeping in mind that the Lonestar posts are confidential and that Gary and Dave have not met as far as the Capitol knows, he's keeping himself neutral about it all. Mostly. He might be turning around slowly and arching a dangerous brow over his shades at the trespasser.

"Dude." It's on.