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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.
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[personal profile] reallynow 2014-10-27 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Do I look subtle to you?" She thins her eyes at him. "There's a difference between being balls out stylish and trying to flagellate your crippled problems, though." She's not pissy that they went for the low blow, she doesn't care at all. Of course.

"Have you looked in the mirror? Every look you make is googoo. It just intensifies around him, like you got a magnifying glass on 'em or something. I mean, I don't blame you but--" She stops babbling for a moment to catch the quip about the eyelashes and reaches out to clip Tony around the ear for it, cackling all the while. "Fuck you, bitch. Maybe you oughta start wearing doubles, he doesn't seem to mind 'em much. Hell, I'll even lend you a pair. You have my fucking blessing." She breathes out a laugh, clearly not too heartbroken. "So, who sticks it where?"

[personal profile] iflipmyhair 2014-10-27 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Correct." Casually, Homura flipped her hair. "Its because I don't let them just do what they want. I've seen what they can do when you don't give them boundaries."
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-10-27 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've never heard of the Richard you're talking about." He admits curtly, he doesn't like not knowing things, but he's found that it happens quite a bit here and it's better to just get it out of the way.

"I wouldn't say dime a dozen." He raises a brow at the very pointed phrase. "Princes and Princesses, maybe. Lords and ladies, surely. Kings and Queens are a precious few." He spreads his hands. "If your lineage doesn't ensure you one of the few places, then sometimes arrangements have to be made." He does his very best to sound nonchalant, denying it would do him no favours.
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-10-27 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Gary recovers quickly after sputtering on his drink. "Mmm! Imagine that!" The teen devolves to nervous laughter. He does not want to talk about politics, not so soon after the whole Lonestar debacle. Must change the subject. "What am I then, huh? Talk about picky company..."
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-10-27 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
When Sigma addresses him so courteously, even if in his heart he wants to correct the term he's using. His face doesn't strain any for it, at least. He smiles good-naturedly and shakes his head, raising a hand to wave off Sigma's concerns.

"It was no trouble really. There's no need for forgiveness or titles, I assure you." God damn, he can't not say it. "Though some might say the correct title for a Prince is your Highness- but I highly doubt you'll be addressing many of them here. Not when we don't have a crown, at least." He plays all of this off as a light-hearted jab at himself and not an obsessive correction, of course.

"Yes, I did see." He admits, letting his smile fall a little. "I can promise you I'm not foolish enough to believe it for a second, but I can't say everyone has had the same idea." He's lying right back, of course, his had been accurate and he can't imagine anyone else's is much different. "It's one thing to not take a joke, it's another thing to pretend it's entirely serious."
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-10-27 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Attempting to do something fun seems like a better alternative to Gary than just awkwardly abandoning his efforts altogether. Whether or not this will actually work out is still up for debate.

"Then we can make this work," he says with a reassuring smile. "Just follow my lead, right?"

The upbeat music of earlier has long since cycled out with the more tranquil track. This doesn't give Gary much to work with for non-contact dancing, but he's determined to make up for his blunder. He can figure something out.
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-10-27 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Having seen both footage from the Arena and the discussions that took place leading up to Tom's barring from the posts, Hans had found himself very curious about the man. It would have been dangerous to approach him out of the blue himself, given that Lonestar might see it as an attempt to pass on information. However, if he's being approached, it would be uncharacteristically rude to brush someone off for no real reason. That isn't how he plays his games, after all.

"Back home we had a saying about parties only being as good as the people in them." He retorts with a raised brow, glancing from Tom's face to his list. A smile plays at his lips, but he does his best to look neutral. "Then again, I can't say I put a lot of stock in what the people back home had to say at all." This time, he does smile. It's a little less sweet than the expression he normally pulls, but he can already see it won't work on a guy like this. "Tom, is it? Your reputation proceeds you, sir."
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-10-27 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Her relief earns a short laugh from him, a sign that he feels much more at ease now. "We aren't all the same, us humans. In fact, I'd say I'm quite different because of the time I come from. I'm very far back in the past as far as most people here go. Back then, fights for lineage and crowns weren't unheard of at all." Though in the Disney world they involved a lot more witchcraft than war.

His smile grows at her offer and he holds a hand out for hers, gesturing for her to take his. "It would be an honor to fight beside you, but for now I'll simply have to ask you to take care of Starkiller. I'm sure he'll at least try to show you the same courtesy." His tone is dry, but he continues. "And I can send gifts, of course. As is my right as a mentor."
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[personal profile] hanssome 2014-10-27 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"The public is wont to change it's opinion at the drop of a hat. It's hardly surprising that something so grand as a jailbreak would take it's toll." He didn't think much of Shepard or Initiate, so he didn't care much to make observations in that regard.

"They can be easily pleased, as well. But I know for a fact that sweetness gets very boring for them quickly." He forces his tone to be airy, but he lowers it as he becomes more stern with himself. "I can use it. This. All of it. The Capitol is the last place to lose favour for something as innocent as attempted murder, I should think."
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[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-10-27 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sigma covers his face with his hand, a shy smile spreading on his lips. "Oh my god. I thought they were interchangeable. That is so embarrassing," he laughs nervously, a blush on his cheeks. It was made worse by the fact that he had got it right the first time he had addressed Hans - apparently, Sigma had spent too much time playing anachronistic American games and not enough time studying the European monarchy. At least he was capable of laughing at himself; when he had arrived, he had been in too deep of a depression to do such a thing and would have hidden from his shame.

"Forgive me, we do not have royalty where I came from. But, those who spent decades of their lives in study were given titles as a way of signifying respect. Strangers, here, continue to refer to me as 'Doctor,' and so I find it appropriate to show royalty the respect they deserve, as well." Sigma does not mean to talk down to Hans. Did they have non-medical Doctors and PhDs where he came from? It was difficult to gauge what sort of world or timeline others came from. If Hans were a modern Prince, this would be made even more embarrassing. "But if you are certain..."

Sigma is quick to put his trust in someone so charismatic- someone so unlike himself- and he nods at once. "I concur," Sigma agrees. "You cannot help the unfortunate assumptions others will blindly believe. Speaking of which..." A genuine and thankful smile spreads on his face. He had seen Hans' response to Eponine's speech. "...I must thank you for the patience you have shown my daughter. I am relieved that you saw her temper for what it was: adolescent whim." From what Sigma could tell, Hans had listened to him, and was not disturbed by Eponine's violence against him. Children made mistakes.
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[personal profile] samson 2014-10-27 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock knew they were being watched, and even if this girl made it pretty clear that nobody cared what kind of seditious crap they bitched about, he still wanted to be cautious. Openly disagreeing with crazy bullshit laws was one thing, but openly feigning obedience seemed to cross some kind of line.

"What's your name, anyway?" he said, maybe to change the subject.
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[personal profile] beastlybeauty 2014-10-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, more luck with some than others. For some people, they're just glad to see a friendly face when everything else seems uncertain and frightening." Unlike many other high-level Capitolites, Justine is ready to acknowledge the fear that would be associated with the games. Of course, she can't really do that somewhere public like the network, but in a conversation? Sure. "Others seem convinced that I'll plant a bomb in them when they're not looking."

She gives a soft chuckle. It's bright without being piercing, the kind that's not out of place in fancy parties and high society. "Your father sounds very interesting. Although, I hope you're not offended if I say I hope to never meet him."

That's a lie. She wouldn't care if he came to participate in the games or not. But saying stuff like that isn't a way to make friends, and she wants to make as many friends as possible.
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[personal profile] fintastic 2014-10-27 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am certainly charmed, if that makes any difference!" She laughs though, somewhere between joking and serious. This girl reminds her a little bit of Vriska in a weird way; not wholly, but enough that she feels a little pang of longing. Vriska would do well here, and she'd make a good ally, but Feferi can't wish this place on any of her friends in good conscience.

"You're in Sollux's and Dave's district, aren't you?"

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-10-27 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
One last glance is directed at him slightly over her shoulder as she heads forward. It's mostly to see if he'll stay behind or if he'll follow. Tess will be fine with either of what he decides, used to the silent companionship that they have.
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[personal profile] unjoined 2014-10-27 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He's almost scrawny but so wound up that she feels like she needs to keep her distance, give him the space. Not yet enough to make her leave, of course. If anything she's more invested.

"I never really expected them to get justice all that much in the first place but," she trails off to glance around again and suddenly it does feel different. The Tributes are still lauded around, dressed up like criminals with their 'crimes' there for everyone to see.

His words, the point, start to sink in.

"I'd thought it would be worse if they pretended to be friendly with us. But maybe not. You think they're trying to say something?"
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[personal profile] unjoined 2014-10-27 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Korra does look when she's told but, she can't help it, the focus being on Shepard's features makes her pull back a bit. She's learned that people just look different here and that's something she'll have to get used to.

But there are special cases. You wouldn't believe how often glowing means trouble back home.

Uncertainly, she remembers some of the features of who she'd seen at the table and winces. Not a lot of it had made sense. "Uhh. Or metals are on them or a part of them ...and I guess you're not a scientific genius?"
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[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-10-27 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mindy had experienced first hand what the punishment was for not at least seeming innocent enough. The guy look tough enough to take whatever the bastards threw at him, but what kind of mentor would she be to tell him to do whatever he wanted? No, she'd toe the line, because they had their eyes on her. It didn't pay to be stupid anymore.

"Mindy Macready," she said, "mentor for District 9."
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[personal profile] unjoined 2014-10-27 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dye? Like with fabrics?" She almost laughs when she pictures it, trying to imagine people putting berry and leaf juices into their hair. Yikes.

Though come to think of it. "One guy had invented something that made a girl's hair red but other than that, not really. Also, eye colors depend on where you're from. Stuff like that."
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[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-10-27 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"No kidding?" This truly mystified her. "The way I've heard the gossip about me, I'm this violent little brat who doesn't have an ounce of charm in my twisted little body. I think they're aiming to confuse 'charm' with 'cute,' which is fucking stupid. I haven't ever been cute. If they want that, they can go to Clementine, and ask her if being cute wins an arena."

Not that she faulted Clem. She was still a string contender.

She nodded. "I don't know Sollux well enough, but Dave and I hang sometimes."
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[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I am not," Yeah, red-glowing eyes are probably not a great sign, no matter where you're from. And yet, here Shepard is, being remarkably simple. Takes all sorts, "The only way you get to sit at table, this time around, is a degree in something wild, or massive surgical alterations. Metals are part of me is putting it mildly."

It's probably for the best that no one has informed Shepard about the phenomenon of metalbending. She wouldn't be pleased.

"So, I'm not dressed in a sack, but I do have to talk to natives all through dinner, so... Not the best trade-off"
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[personal profile] elfstone 2014-10-27 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
To have an arm made of metal, of artifice, makes Thorongil's own left arm twinge in sympathy. He cannot help but imagine it, and wishes he had not.

"Truly, I can see its use," says Thorongil. "An arm is a hard thing to go without, especially for a warrior or a man who lives by the strength of his body. Yet for my part I would rather have but one and learn to fight anew."

He's a little old-fashioned, Bucky. He means no offense by it; metal arms are just too damn weird for him.
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[personal profile] elfstone 2014-10-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Her crimes, Thorongil suspects, were at least partially due to poverty. How much of it she was driven to and how much was voluntary remains to be seen, but he does pity her her suffering.

Yet he does not ask further, nor express any kind of sentiment. There is nothing he can do to ease what happened in the past, and pitying her now seems like only bringing up bad memories. He will take what information she offers and ask for no more.

"I suppose you would call it the countryside, for I spent little time in cities. But I traveled far -- farther than you, I reckon, for I walked through woods and over mountains, across rivers and into deserts. I wandered so far south that the very stars were strange and followed different courses than they did in the North, passing from desert into jungle."
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[personal profile] elfstone 2014-10-27 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would you have me keep my eyes closed for the rest of the evening, for your comfort? I suppose if we were in your land, I could be ordered to do it: but we are not, and this is a public party. I have invaded no privacy."

He shrugs.
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[personal profile] gardienne 2014-10-27 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"That sounds so magical." Eponine leans forward eagerly, drinking in Thorongil's words. She can barely imagine what he's talking about: indeed, she wouldn't know at all except for the themed arenas that had seen her staggering through deserts and crawling through jungles. She forgets those times now though, eager simply to live in someone else's world for a little while.

"Will you tell me of them, Sir? Oh, how I love such stories, all danger and romance and places and faces and new smells and - oh, I wish I could have such a time. But I shall live through your views."
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[personal profile] actually112 2014-10-27 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
'Big business' isn't much of a thing in Aang's time, so when she says that, he thinks of local rich merchants or something. He notices that she seems a little uncomfortable, which doesn't bode well for the enjoyment of 'public appearances', but hey, he's sure he's had worse. "I usually just say that I'm planning on taking down the Fire Lord and then distract them with something else."

Aang knows how to talk to people, though it's not a skill he's consciously developed. He knows how to convince people that he knows what he's talking about, even if he's making it up as he goes along.

He gives her a grin in return. "Yeeeeaah. We went to one of those. Actually, we sneaked in, because we needed to see the Earth King. Sokka and I pretended to be servants and Katara and Toph pretended to be invited. And then we ended up finding out that Ba Sing Se was being controlled by the king's adviser and anyone who talked about the war was being stolen by Dai Li and brainwashed. So, you know. Interesting party."