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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.
earthborn: (a red day ere the sun rises)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
'For some reason,' huh? Shepard's eyebrows ticked upward at that-- powers, whatever that meant in the specifics, was an easy generality. Look at the tribute population, after all. And it gelled with something else she'd heard; from, Orc, from Venus, and from Charles Xavier.

But people were afraid of things that they didn't understand. And when people had weaponry, particularly weapons that they could never put down, turn off, or be disarmed of, it was even scarier. Ask why the tributes respected a Peacekeeper with a holster on his hip, and the answer would have more to do with the agony of fifty-thousand volts than with any ghost of civic consideration.

"No, it sounds like the way a lot of people used to treat Biotics," she said it drily, "I mean, I say used to, but it's not like they ever really stopped. It just got less legal."

Through a mirror darkly, some things about human nature never really changed. Or maybe that was just sentient nature-- organic nature? People hate a change in the status quo, even if it's for the better.

"Looks like you and me are pretty much on the same boat, to hear you talk."
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[personal profile] metalicarus 2014-11-05 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
That sounded utterly ridiculous...which meant he was laughing pretty hard at it. The mental image was ridiculous and it kinda reminded him of cow-tipping, which only made it funnier for no apparent reason.

Still grinning, he decides to offer up the most ridiculous one he'd seen on his own list, the only one that had been completely and utterly false.

"What about one that said 'illegal romantic relations with alien royalty?' What do you make of that?"
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[personal profile] 69problems 2014-11-05 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's alright. The Signless is very well aware that observing Kankri is like observing someone's deepest darkest teenaged regrets, he just has the dubious honor of those teenaged regrets being his (after a fashion). Still, he's grateful for the change of subject. Much as Kankri has his issues he's actually become kind of fond of his younger self now that he's been able to meet and interact with him as a person instead of just as an embarrassing and untouchable vision of things past.

"I do, yes. She's my auspistice." If Dave knows trolls then he probably knows a little about troll romance, so he doesn't feel the need to offer up an explanation.
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[personal profile] privilegecheck 2014-11-05 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Kankri looks at her.

He looks at the cake.

He looks back at her.

He looks back at the cake.

After a few shocked, silent moments, he finally murmurs, "I...I don't...thank you. It's very kind of you." Then, not quite knowing what to say, he picks up a fork and has one of the small, bite-sized pieces of cake. He chews it slowly, savoring its taste, and swallows.

And then, quite abruptly and without warning even to himself, he starts crying.

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-05 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
How she could so easily make a comment about humanity and having it sucked out of her. Tess doesn't, she keeps her mouth shut on the matter and frowns instead at the sarcasm she receives back.

"And you just came on over thinking that putting him with me would make him happy." By asking all those questions, trying to nudge her into some kind of a direction that neither of them knew what to do with.

"It won't."
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[personal profile] 69problems 2014-11-05 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, well, yes. There are always the tributes who make it very clear they're perfectly happy for an excuse to cause harm, he can't deny that even though it makes him deeply unhappy every time he remembers. He almost doesn't count them within the same group as he counts the other tributes. They certainly don't count in the group of tributes that he allows himself to actively care about, anyway.

"Speaking of, if you ever need anything, I'm up in District 12 and I'm always willing to be of help."
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[personal profile] reassures 2014-11-05 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
The smile on her face is nothing but soft and gentle, and she certainly seems happy enough, even if he's sort of stunned by the whole thing. She waits a little, just to see if the cake will actually be okay - he'd said rich foods were an issue - but that's certainly not the problem that arises.

She's almost not sure what to do at first, but out of habit more than anything she had grabbed napkins as well, and she slides hers toward him, keeping her hands extended across the table top, in case he felt like he needed to hold on to something.

Situations like this are a little difficult. You can't very well write something and expect someone to respond while crying. And she almost never touches without permission. So Nill stays where she is, mildly concerned but patient, and she never once reaches for the notepad. She just hopes he's okay.
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[personal profile] 69problems 2014-11-05 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Very strange," he agrees, trying his very best not to be too pleased by how obvious it is that Gary's trying to cover up his own discomfort. He won't say 'I told you so', it's not quite to that level of things yet, but he's privately thinking it.

"This isn't the strangest, though. You weren't here for Kevin's crowning but it was held at a carnival and the only food they had to eat was cupcakes and hotdogs. I almost prefer this."
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[personal profile] privilegecheck 2014-11-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
When he catches the motion of her pushing the napkins over in the corner of his eye, Kankri all at once feels acutely embarrassed. He ends up grabbing two at once off the top of the stack, pressing the paper over his eyes to hastily blot out the evidence of his emotional outburst. When he lowers it again his eyes are still puffy and he's still doing a little bit of the piteous sniffling, but he has himself mostly under control again, at least.

"I'm very sorry. I miss my friends." Wow, that explains precisely nothing, good job Kankri Vantas. "I'm- all the other trolls here are from a very different place than where I came from. I've been the only one from my home for a long time. And- in the last arena, one of my friends was here, and then he didn't come back after." He sniffs loudly, taking a deep breath to stay in control of himself. "And I didn't think anyone else would find- that kind of thing, you know- to be relevant. There haven't been any wiggling day parties that I know of since I came here. ...I apologize, I know I'm not making sense here."

At a loss for words, he has another bite of cake.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
"No. It's America, what did you expect? Plus, y'know, kind of stopped going to school when I was thirteen. It was all colouring books before then." He raises his hands in mock surrender, but he listens to what she's teaching him.

"Trust me, it's a great name. Just kind of had a feeling it might be connected." And maybe it wasn't entirely wrong of him to feel that way, but he won't deny that the American brand Paranoia is strong. "I heard it packed up and moved to Korea, but world issues stopped being an issue when there stopped being a world." He just doesn't want her to think he's naturally stupid or something.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Trust me, I don't condone it either. If I didn't get it before it all went dramatically horrible, I do now." He offers that willingly, without sounding terribly much like he's martyring himself, he hopes.

He shakes his head at the offer, even if he appreciates it. His expression looks a little apprehensive at the idea of it, tired even. "Maybe later I'll take you up on it. I'm not really up for it right now. Not for a while anyway." There's only so many times he can deal with being insulted from head to toe, he gets it enough from himself.

"I mean, if you want to talk to her I won't stop you. I kind of pointed my sister at her." He admits, drawing his arms in to fold them loosely over his chest. "She's a psychiatrist. Handling this sort of stuff is her shtick. Kind of seems like Eponine could use it."
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I dunno, you could be a fall tree. With your auburn foliage all lit for the stage." He offers, but he sort of trails off as Davesprite's wings strain pitifully. "That looks like it'd cramp." He points out, as a subtle offer to attempt removing the binds if it isn't going to cramp his style.

"Everyone is pretty much shit out of luck at this point." He retorts. "Dying a couple of times is just the icing on the turd cake, you've also gotta strut around the Arena flexing and acting like tough shit until someone inevitably takes you out. We're up against assassins, apocalypse survivors and ninja turtles, yo." God, this sounds depressing. "Food isn't always shit, though. You get your own room. Personal Stylist to invade your privacy. And just between you and me, the bitches are well and truly fine." He nods along with his own points, but his shoulders fall just slightly. "But it still fucking sucks."
shenunigans: (I think he’s about to flip)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"You know it." He likes to think of himself as pretty damn stylish, so he isn't bothered by being teased.

"Yeeeeah, no. One, I'm two young for her and two, I'm not her type. We have an agreement, that's why she removed most of my hair for her fashion regime or whatever." He shrugs, running a hand over the side of his head. "She's gonna make me a suit so I can stop wearing peasant clothes like the rest of you."
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[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2014-11-05 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods. Stands suddenly, so that he didn't know he was going to do it until he's looking down at the top of Signless' head. "I- I'll be around. Alright?"

It's the closest he can get to telling Signless to call if he needs him, but of course that's something he shouldn't be trying to tell him anyway. Shit. He needs a place to think, but after glancing around the place Roland knows that isn't something he's going to get tonight.

He stands there a moment more, maybe waiting for Signless' response, maybe about to say something of his own. His grip tightens on the back of his chair. Then he leaves, and he thinks his long avoided stylist is going to catch him soon. He's lost his enthusiasm for the chase.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Beautiful." He almost sighs that out. "Careful there, stud. Social media is my jam. Before everything, I used to run a whole fuckton of blogs and webcomics. People would stop me in the streets, paw at me for updates. I had so many outlets for my artistic genius, but that shit takes time to cultivate." He is, of course, laying it on pretty thick. But it's true. Back in the day he ran several webcomics and satire blogs that did pretty well, it almost makes him sincerely sad to remember it all. It's a little too melancholy for him.

"Yeah, meteors. Spurred by that game I played with all my friends. Still not really sure if it happened or it was a construct, but to me the Earth and the universe that contained it is fairy dust." He doesn't really expect Loki to sincerely believe him, but he's been surprised by him before.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Allspicy." He repeats, and doesn't necessarily mean to butcher it so badly. There is a certain level of earnestness apparent, covered up by his general deadpan attitude. "Where does that fit in with the mwahrail stuff? And with who? It's one of the ones that needs a threesome, right? Not like kismetfish and.." There's a long pause. "The other one. That I should know. Don't tell her I don't know- matesprite. Nailed it."
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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-11-05 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're young, you're supposed to make those mistakes." As if that's supposed to be comforting and not condescending. It is the truth, though, as Albert sees it.

At Dave saying he's pointed a psychiatrist at Eponine, Albert's eyebrows are briefly visible over his visor. "Did you now? Well, I hope it does her some good instead of being simply an exercise in frustration for your sister."

He's going to guess it will be the latter. Eponine needs more than someone looking at her owlishly and asking her questions about how things make her feel. It's also entirely possible that Albert has very outmoded ideas of psychotherapy.
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-11-05 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it!" This is a genuine demand. If Gary doesn't worry about being here, why should others worry about it in his stead? He changes that subject quickly. "There are day-long arenas? What's the--oh. Gimmie a sec."

He's reached the corner. The practical thing to do here would be to simply stop dancing and talk to Clara like a normal person, but Gary opts instead to take the turn going backwards, disappear around the garden center, and wait until he makes the return circuit to continue this conversation.
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[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-11-05 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The offer does not escape him; of course it doesn't. And really, if it didn't feel like the leather was cutting through the feathers he would probably refuse. His lips purse at the corner, and he tips his head slightly in the direction of his wings.

"Dude..." Yes, please. No style is worth this much shit. "It's like the avian equivalent of wearing the wicked witch of the west's pointed stilettos. These boots were not made for walking and whoever thought they were can kiss my feathery ass."

He glances away, not waiting for Dave to make the first move to remove them. On one hand, it would be hella awesome if he could stretch them out. On the other hand, he doesn't really want to cramp Dave's style either. "What happens when you win?" As if to emphasize his point, he gestures with his head to the Victor's table.
a_minute_younger: (I like where this is going)

[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-11-05 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Having regained his composure somewhat, Gary is more than happy to do his part in returning the gesture--gasping, running his fingers over his cheek where he imagined the blown kiss landed, clasping his hands to his chest with a look of utter rapture. "Gary Epps, professional stud. Self-proclaimed." A beat. "Honey, the only time I look before I leap is when I'm skydiving. That's the second date."
earthborn: (they multiply as they are seized)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's laying an awful lot of weight on the back of a coffee date, don't you think?"

Happiness wasn't some fairy-tale state, where you achieved it and then stayed there forever. You couldn't find 'happy', not too hot, not too cold, just right, and then move in. It was transient, you took it when you could, where you could, because it was always, always going to go away.

She'd learned that one the hard way-- to take and hold it, but not grasp. In her own way, Jane was trying to help.

"I could just be the kind of person who really hates the 'staring at his ass and sighing' portion of proceedings."
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-11-05 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Talk the talk, walk the walk!" Gary is so ready for this. He's confident enough that he even waits until the very last second--the moment after Terezi yells for them to start--to slip up the bottom half of his improvised blindfold so he can see again. It's at that moment that he realizes something is very wrong here, because Terezi is moving a lot faster and more confidently than someone wearing a blindfold reasonably should. She is making headway.

Gary wastes no time in being shocked, opting instead to close the distance as quickly as possible. The only reason he can fathom for this most unexpected turn of events is that Terezi is somehow also cheating. This is a tremendous injustice! There has to be some kind of...code, or something, for how cheating works, and Gary is absolutely certain that Terezi's just broken it. He can't let her get away with this.

Thankfully the child is a natural at obstacle courses, having grown up free-running the haphazard streets and buildings of his city home; even without his powers and the funhouse's bouncy props, Gary moves through his path just as naturally as walking and several times as fast. Terezi is a worthy opponent, surely, and Gary will compliment her ability once he's done being mad at her, but he'll overtake her at some point along the way and easily maintain it.

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"When have I ever stared at his ass and sighed? Don't get us mixed up here."

Tess has never had the chance to do that. If she ever had the opportunity to stare at him and sigh, the only thing she'd stare at would be the back of his head and sigh in self-loathing for what she'd done and for what she had let happen to herself.

For what she had put him through by pointing out that he'd had to feel some kind of an obligation to her from their years of being partnered up.

The one chance she'd had at staring at him and sighing was back in Boston, when he had finally turned away to make his escape before the military could burst in and catch him and Ellie. That was not a good sighing either.

There's no happy sighing here, ever.

"I never agreed to a coffee date." Or did she?
capitolprivilege: (now you're upset because you finally)

[personal profile] capitolprivilege 2014-11-05 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"You mean the things you stole," he shoots back, but he's already beating a retreat, backing away. No, Stephen has had enough: the Initiate has room for maybe one final one-liner before Stephen escapes into the crowd.
earthborn: (now is the time to fight)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't pine, I go after what I want."

Joel and Tess were two of a kind: stubborn, bitchy, idiots. They belonged together, and it made Shepard smirk to hear the shadow of uncertainty in the tail of that last bit. She could snap out an order, but was she sure?

It was like flushing pirates out of cover; you just had to have the right balance of bribe, bluff, and threat.

"Oh, well then you probably should tell him you don't want any. Don't wanna mix anything up."