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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] gardienne 2014-11-07 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"You weren't tricking me?" Eponine's surprised as well, but she shrugs at his question. "I do not know where Paris is. It is by the Seine, that leads to the sea. England is over the sea, and a place called America, but I don't know 'em."

She laughs at Thorongil's question though. "My brother is but a child, not a man! But they build a statue, of course, and my brother, he is so clever to find a hole and make a home inside it. I should like a home like that, I think."
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[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-11-07 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He opens his mouth and hesitates. It chases his smile off, but only for a second.

"LITTLE BIT," He admits. "Other things being of it relational... well, I'd be high up military too, you see. GOVERNING AND ALL SUCHLIKE." Bringing no mercy... He laughs and shrugs his shoulders like it's nothing. "I'm not fit to rule such things no more. JUST STICKING TO MY PREACH. Figure that's the way to be."

He nods to himself. "BUT YEAH. Shit was real important. MOST MOTHERFUCKING IMPORTANT. Meant a lot, once."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-11-08 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Everyone's got things they'll fight for. Things they'll die for," Joel says with a shrug. "If that's what you mean."
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-11-08 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
He quirks a slight smile at that. "I'm a good listener." Plenty of people had been more than willing to catch him up on what was what here, once he'd shown he was willing to hear them out.

"Yeah, I feel the same here. Quiet and calm's only good when you don't know there's something else looming up ahead, you know?"

It was the same way back when he was actually serving, though waiting between rescue missions or marching orders was a far cry from waiting for a death battle.
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[personal profile] korosu 2014-11-08 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Jams?" Kenny grabs a cup of something vaguely soda-like and shoves a straw in it, slurping away with how it fits into the grating of his weird bondage face thing. "What do you play, Sprite?"

He's not really the kind of guy to invent stupid nicknames for people, but if this avoids some apparent confusion, then it works. Besides, he likes Sprite. The beverage. Best of both worlds, or something.
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-11-08 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Gary may have intended his comments as jokes, but he chooses to take Nill's response as genuine. "My--?" The teen mirrors her gesture and sweeps a hand through his messily parted hair. "You like it? Thought the outfit could use a bit more color, you know?"

Because clearly the excessive bedazzling was not enough.
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[personal profile] anachronologistics 2014-11-08 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Definitely calling that one out.

"The most original nicknamer, it is you."

But whatever. There are worse nicknames. He's not actually going to say no to it.

"Tables." As if to explain himself, he mimes scratching a record on a turntable. "And I don't play them, I practically make love to them."
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[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2014-11-08 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
There's that phrase again--'in my world.' What's that supposed to mean, anyways? People keep treating different cities or whatever like whole universes, and Gary is starting to find this quite confusing. It's almost like that Lonestar guy was actually right or something. But completely different universes...that can't be true, can it? It's just too fantastic.

"Ah--one of those cranks in spandex, then." Gary aims a conspiratorial wink and nudge in Mindy's direction, but he doesn't lord that comment over her for too long. "That is weird, isn't it? Everyone's so open about powers and shit. Why is that?"
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[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-11-08 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
By way of agreement, Albert nods again, finishing off his champagne. He's quiet for a moment, white eyes scanning the crowd, debating his next words carefully.

"I think we should work together, if we come across each other in the Arena." An alliance. Not to hunt anyone down, just to ensure they don't harm each other, or perhaps even help each other with supplies or first aid. Albert would do similarly even without a formal offer, but he wants to see how Sam will react to the suggestion, and perhaps dig at the other man's opinion of him considering he can't actually say he doesn't mean to go hunting down other Tributes.
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-11-08 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine blinks when she see's his hesitance, unsure what brought it on. "I'm sorry you don't get to do that." she pauses, thinking it over. "I don't think ruling sounds like much fun, though, you probably have to do a lot of work. There'd always be people wanting you to take care of everything for them."

She smiles encouragingly, "What sort of things do you preach about?"
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[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2014-11-08 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
She squealed with delight.

"Ooo that could either mean that you've never been on a date, or you're just right crazy! Either way it's adorable!"

She scurried around him in a quick lap of skipping.

"A little arson, some breaking and entering, and of course grand theft auto. What first date is complete without a car chase? Some explosions." She sighed blissfully giving a spin as she arrived back in front of him.

"I miss those days. Now I'm stuck being a "Good girl" with these parties. I mean I get my kicks sure, but it's not like it was back home."
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-11-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think so." she says after a moment, turning his answer over in her head. When it came down to it what mattered was what was important to you, whether it was yourself or somebody else. "I guess I never thought that much about it before, people just seemed to do things."

Clementine was just along for the ride, frightened and trying to do her best and trusting the adults around her knew what they were doing, even as things got worse and worse.
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[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-08 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

A darkness passes over Thorongil's face: memories of legends, of great wheels half-glimpsed through smoke, of ruins of great devices in deep caves under the mountains...

"Among other things."

Perhaps it is not the best choice to keep the conversation going, but Thorongil has no desire to go into further detail.
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[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2014-11-08 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He can tell she's trying to reassure him. Even if the power had been something he wanted just as well, he appreciates it. It helps. "YOU KNOW THE FUCK WHAT LITTLE SISTER? You's being right. WHO ALL EVEN NEEDS A MOTHERFUCKING KINGDOM WHAT TO CARE FOR?" He laughs. Wasn't as though he liked other trolls that much anyway.

He takes the change in topic with a smile stretching wide.

"I preach for the Mirthful Messiahs and the Capricious Minstrels to rise," He says, pressing palm to palm as he does. "I PREACH FOR THE CARNIVAL, AND SALVATION OF THE CHOSEN FAMILY AND ALL WHAT BE. Preach for the unity in the faith and the miracles of life and death and all what lay in between. BEAUTY AND WONDER. We place belief in all such things, in trueness what be of the motherfucking self. IT BE WHY THE FACE BE PAINTED, TO REFLECT THE AWAKENING AND OUR TRUE SOULS UNDER THE COUNTENANCE." He gestures to his own painted face.

"We place believing in our laughing lauded and that upon the day of Minstrels rise, so to shall a paradise rise with them. WE HOLD TO THE AFTERS OF SHANGRI-LA, THE ETERNAL CARNIVAL. The pious noise is all about him in the constant. FOR SURELY, THERE IS A MAGIC ALL UP IN THIS BITCH. Even here." And he still believes that. He never won't, not as long as he exists. It's the one thing carrying him more than anything else.
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[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-11-08 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
If he was in denial about it, he was going to be in for a pretty rude shot down the line: she wondered if he had even had a chance to size up the kind of people he was going to have to deal with in the Arena. If he still treated this like a joke? He was going to be in for a pretty bad shock.

"If it helps you to fight, nothing to bitch about if that's your thing. You have to inspire fear and respect, makes your reputation." Not that she could afford to have that, of course, but so long as they knew she was someone to be feared.

"Because they don't mean anything here, not anymore, you know? Why would you keep a secret identity? Hell, HOW would you even do it, with everyone living on top of each other?"
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[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-11-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just what it sounds like. A loaf. Made from grubs. Grubloaf." That seems like a simple enough concept. The hard part is trying to explain which grubs they then to use. That is a bit touchier of a subject with humans, as far as she's been able to tell. Though it isn't like he couldn't just find out from anyone else.

"It can be made from any kind of grub, but the high-quality grubloaf is made from troll grubs. Hue is according to taste preference, et cetera, et cetera. It is really not that difficult to make."
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-11-08 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's always a reason for it," Joel says. "Stayin' alive, keepin' your family safe, that's why people do what they do."

He's under no illusions about that - the vast majority of the people he's killed haven't been evil. They just wanted the same things as him, and it was either him or them.
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[personal profile] reassures 2014-11-09 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
The corners of her lips twitch a little, before a small, mostly humorless, but slightly reflective of his tone. Well. At least he can still say stuff like that. It's usually close to a good sign. Usually.

it probably has been for a lot of people.

She hopes that statement will be neutral enough that if it can be seen on security cameras, it won't make the capitol overly suspicious of her.
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[personal profile] samson 2014-11-09 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
He almost didn't want to ask, but... well...

"How exactly do you temporarily remove somebody's tongue?"
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[personal profile] samson 2014-11-09 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
For his part, Brock is trying to get to know everybody. If not speak to them on a personal level, than at least know their names so he can keep an ear out for rumors and gossip. Even if he hates the stuff, there's always some truth to it.

"Eight. So, I get Jolie..." he says, trailing off and gesturing at his own outfit, prison orange with an irresponsible amount of chain. Jolie might hate him. Or like him? It's hard to tell.
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-09 08:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Things don't generally get so dark so fast in Degrassi. But if there were ever a way to learn from a fuck up I think I might have hit the nail on the head." Someone dying usually lights a fire under your ass, anyway.

He can't help shifting a little when Albert raises a brow, like he should feel bad for think Eponine is crazy or for thinking he might know what's best for her. He really doesn't. He just has a hard time letting anyone leave his life when he came to form any sort of attachment to them.

"She's related to me, she's used to being frustrated. And a lot of other things, too." Life was pretty dark. "Figure it's better than letting her chase her own tail for who knows how long."
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-09 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it's character growth coming on here, but Dave isn't too hesitant about approaching the situation when it seems like Davesprite gives him the go ahead. He's too used to impractical and uncomfortable clothing to let someone endure it for so long.

"Didn't anyone tell you beauty is pain?" He asks, shifting around Davesprite so he can start to fiddle with the straps as discreetly as possible. Some of it looks hopelessly hard to open, but he's finding keeping his hands on a task is making this whole horrible situation easier to work through.

"You get out." He says plainly. "No more Arenas. You get a themed party, exhibit A. A crown. You become a mentor of your district, so you just kind of strut around and advise people on how not to die. There's probably a whole lot of insufferable PR involved too." He flicks open a belt, but there's more to go. "It's kind of defined by resting on your laurels."
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[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-09 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Peasant couture is still peasant, y'know, by definition. It's literally the defining trait there." He says dryly, raising a brow at her description of her taste levels. He's not surprised, really, but it's worth a show of bemusement.

"Gotta keep things entertaining somehow, right. What else is a mentor good for other than getting involved in all the petty little fights people living in close quarters are liable to stumble their sorry asses in? What shitty works of art, right?" Is he being defensive or stupid? Sometimes even he doesn't know.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-11-09 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm happy with the way things are," Alex's voice comes out somehow flatter than normal. "You've already made the important steps by working on your needs."

The words sounds hollow, unconvincing, and not just in that neutral, we're-strangers way, either.

He stands there, his hulking chassis towering over his wife as he struggles to say more. Act. This isn't to the point and easy like it should be, like it was he accesses databases and checks up on the upgrades after he wakes up from sedation. They didn't factor in extended social contact, especially with closer relationships like wives, and he realizes that this is a chink in the suppression. They'll have to work on that, he thinks. He can make suggestions before they put him under after the Crowning. There's this vague, barely formed sense that Clara is still waiting for something as she looks up, her eyes searching his face and again, she looks a mixture of sad, agitated.

What Alex does know is he has a job to do. While he isn't authorized to carry out sentencing or even arrests, they haven't blacklisted him on other services - the "fluff" ones, the ones that in reality people like Raymond Sellars only thought had worth as PR snapshots. Remembering how to wave. Helping cats from trees and little old ladies across the street. A man's handshake with the flesh hand God gave him (also brought "popped" against Alex's graphene armor).

He defaults to that. Clara may require physical contact and while he can't offer her sexual pleasure, he can at least offer his hand. His hand comes out, rigid, and because he was still thinking of handshakes, he goes with the hand they supposedly saved. He takes her hand in his, his grip still stiff but at least warm even though he doesn't tangle his fingers in hers: he holds Clara's manicured hand like he was about to shake it, but doesn't.

"Don't worry. The Capitol takes good care of me," Alex assumes that sounds encouraging. His eyes drift over to her glass eye, glittering in the warm glow of the backyard. "You're a Victor now - they'll do the same to you if you have any requests."
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[personal profile] korosu 2014-11-09 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I could call you Fresca instead." Which is even better than Sprite, in his opinion. But Kenny grins when Davesprite clarifies what he does. He's never gotten to touch those kinds of things, so mad respect for someone who can.

"Cooool. So you have that stuff here?"