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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.
elfstone: (never knew daylight could be so violent)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-15 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He decides, after a moment's consideration, to heed her advice and accept that he will not receive an explanation today.

But something else catches his attention.

"...tell me of this orc," he says, leaning forward again and, resting an elbow on the table, takes hold of his chin thoughtfully. Thorongil is not about to immediately jump to conclusions, but if there is are orcs here -- a true orc, not one of those little trolls, those trollings -- he would know.
capitolprivilege: (and who will take the credit?)

[personal profile] capitolprivilege 2014-11-15 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
He accepts it without looking at it, slipping it into his pocket. (Later, he'll open it up, unable to stop his own trainwreck syndrome -- he'll open it up and see the words, and immediately snap it shut, and for the cameras it will look like he was simply disgusted by what was written there -- later, it will remind him of a whole knot of complicated feelings he has tried to ignore instead of unravel -- later, he will tear it up and drop it in an incinerator. Later.)

For now, he puts away it all: the paper, the notebook, the pen, and he smiles back at Terezi. "I'll see what I can do," he says. "It's very kind of you to take the time to share your culture with me like this."
sizeofyourbaggage: (let's do this then)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-11-15 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sam takes another sip of his wine before he responds, mulling over the offer. Really, he doesn't even have to think about it - his plan for the arena so far is pretty much just to protect the people he cares about as best as he can, survive as well as possible, and maybe try to make himself at least decently entertaining. He won't be attacking anyone who doesn't go after him first.

But it's still his first formal offer of an alliance, and he should at least consider it a little. Even if it's only actually a moment or two before he nods.

"Yeah, I think we should. I don't know what they're going to throw at us, but like I said, I was pararescue. I can do a hell of a lot with a first aid kit." And with a knife, but it's the other part that Sam wants to make a point of mentioning. He doesn't really think Albert's proposing they work together to take out other Tributes, but he wants to make that as clear as he can, without actually saying it.
sizeofyourbaggage: (almost smirk)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-11-15 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"See, that. That's the perfect attitude to have, I'm going to adopt it." Not that he hadn't already decided to pretty much not react to what the Capitol threw at him - unless it was in his or someone else's best interest, he's still figuring out this whole being entertaining and getting sponsers thing - but still.

He could do a lot worse than following her lead.

Sam grins a little at that comment. "Yeah, well, the Capitol didn't get my resume. I save that for the people who're worth showing it to."

Honestly, he doesn't think the Capitol gives a shit. From what he's seen on other people's columns, he's assuming they're just trying to get a rise out of them.
pythianjudgment: ([i] bring down the law)

[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-11-15 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Terezi has to fight to keep her serious expression because the scent of him gesturing frantically in what she assumes to be disbelief is really hilarious. She goes a step further to mimic his gestures and wave her hand in front of her own face. Obviously, she doesn't see it.

"Yes, that is what that means. I am blind. I have been for several of your human years. So peeking through or around my blindfold is not a thing that could have happened."

She taps her foot impatiently, still frowning. "Are there any other insensitive accusations that you would like to make?"
gardienne: (resolved)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-15 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine's expression darkens somewhat. " Orc was the best thing to ever come to me. He were so kind always to me. He called me his princess. He gave me a dog, Bisoux. I should have liked a cat, but Orc, he were a stupid boy also. He gives me dogs instead." She smiles sadly.

"I should do anything to have him back. He died trying to help me, you know? We were breaking into prison to rescue my Mama - this is why I have a brand, yes? But he were executed. And I were so wicked to him."
korosu: (unhooded - toga 2)

[personal profile] korosu 2014-11-16 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Not if it's the face of someone who can tell me where to get booze at this party."

Neither does his!
currupted: (I've run out of Bastille lyrics)

[personal profile] currupted 2014-11-16 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can't it?" Still mild, still pleasant enough, but a little quicker. A little colder. He steps up a little closer, making more certain that they won't be overheard. (Though from a distance it look almost intimate-- the way he ducks his softly blinking head to speak to her, the pointed way he fills her space.)

"You told me you'd warn me before you involved me in any storytelling, Molotov."
pythianjudgment: ([g] crazy in profile)

[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-11-16 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's very kind of you not to run away screaming," Terezi retorts back with a teasing grin. There's a part of her that knows he might not read the note, but there's also a part of her that hopes he does. That same part of her also hopes that she's not making a mistake in hoping that he's still favorable towards them.

Regardless, it's out of her hands now, and there's a little relief to be found in that. She folds her hands behind her back again, the picture of innocence. "I didn't have treats like that very often. Grubloaf, I mean. I probably could have gotten a hold of the really good kind--Teals were allowed a few of those luxuries! But something about almost being grubloaf yourself makes it a little unpalatable.

She gives a shrug, her own smile not wavering one bit. "Besides, sometimes the cheap stuff just tastes better, you know?"
Edited 2014-11-16 15:27 (UTC)
molotov: (skull)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-11-16 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There's the briefest of pauses, and Molotov looks both taken aback and perhaps slightly angry. The stories started before she could possibly have done anything, what did he expect?

"The Arena is sorely lacking in phones, or I would have rung you up," she says, now cold, and steps away from him. "Maybe that's something you should take into account, Minister. It's terrible that you've been drug through the mud by the press, but I had nothing to do with that story. I never got the chance to speak my piece about it -- because your people trapped me in a death arena -- but you'll just have to deal with it now. Tom matters more than you do."

The last statement is so matter-of-fact, so hard, and yet she just takes a sip from her drink, like she didn't say it at all.
silberfuchs: (umm)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-11-16 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably for the best." He goes back to his wine, distinctly uncomfortable but still somehow open, willing to share and speak about some of the worst aspects of his life just out of sympathy. It's a new feeling for him, to be so candid about his cybernetics, but there's something at least a little freeing about it even insofar as it makes him cringe.

"I am curious though. Alex is your husband, isn't he? Shouldn't he be..." supporting you? Telling you this? Albert trails off, certain he's crossed some kind of line with the question.
silberfuchs: (extra tease)

[personal profile] silberfuchs 2014-11-16 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
If the grin that briefly flits over Albert's face is any indication, Sam's passed some sort of test. Albert too has no intention of hurting anyone. He doesn't even have any intention of winning, not after what Carlos told him regarding how to get to District 13. Or at least how to make it easier. Sam's answer, the way he answered, is heartening to Albert as a sign they're most definitely on the same page.

"Good. Excellent. My first aid training is limited to the standard basic field training, so your skills definitely surpass mine by a wide margin, I'm sure. In return, I can keep us protected. Jet as well." He thinks it goes without saying that Jet would be with them, provided they do all meet up after the initial Cornucopia, but its better to say it than assume and be wrong.
unconchonable: (starbucks gift card? fuck off)

[personal profile] unconchonable 2014-11-16 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
He watches her for a good few moments, his eyebrow quirked with nonchalantness. It isn't that he's unaware of what Terezi is capable of, no, he knows full well. He's just of the opinion he's capable of far more.

It was him and Vriska who topped FLARP, not little Ms. Redglare over here. He isn't concerned, not even slightly.

"Oh that." He says finally, and while he is embarrassed about the Dave thing (kinda), hindsight being one humiliating mistress, the bit about Fraysong - who he assumes is that worthless Indigo - leaves him pretty amused. So he'll naturally focus on that, and dismiss the Dave thing altogether.

"Look, he had it comin'--Fray I mean. What happened was between him and me, so stay outta it." He turns to face her fully, staring her down like she's an annoying speck of scum that won't come off his shoe no matter how hard he scrubs, "I'll only say this once, so listen - I know you're blind, but you ain't deaf: I'll do whatewer the fuck I want, to whoewer the fuck I want."

His voice is cold as ice as he speaks, his eyes narrowing a fair degree, "If you wish to stop me, then you can try, but I don't take handicaps into consideration when I fuckin' obliterate landdwellers who don't know their proper place."
pythianjudgment: (pic#7427729)

[personal profile] pythianjudgment 2014-11-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I can't imagine how it wouldn't be. I am sure that they just want to make people uncomfortable. Like usual." Like you, she almost says, but that's probably not a helpful thing to point out.

"You can pretend you're mad at me, if it helps you pull that trigger. Or you can actually be mad at me. I can't imagine how you're not already." Not after she slit Cecil's throat in the arena. Not after he didn't come back--At least not to Terezi's knowledge. She hasn't found him in D3, unless his services were relocated.

At the very least, he's not under Penny's brutal direction anymore.
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[personal profile] atoner 2014-11-17 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Those are some of the names the recognizes, of course. Captain America, SHIELD. Spider-Man's new to her, but Thor's also told her about another universe. Another her. She figures it might be interesting to find out a little more about that.

"That got rid of books? What kind of place were you living in?" because the only places she knew of that got rid of books on masse were...well. Totalitarian dictatorships.

atoner: (HOLOLENA)

[personal profile] atoner 2014-11-17 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
The compliment gets kind of a raised eyebrow, but she continues to drink her beer. It's only 5%, and she knows better than to let her senses get dulled in any way. Besides, she's sort of famous for her ability to snap out of tipsiness in a heartbeat. Too many fights breaking out in bars and parties. It's kind of a necessity.

"I drink beer. I prefer it over vodka - you know, that's just a stereotype," she replies with a smirk. The only other Russian stereotype that applies to Natasha? She can drink most people under the table. "Explosive is an interesting way to describe the sex you have, Stark. Really not the one I'd use."
Edited 2014-11-17 04:03 (UTC)
justoutrunyou: (I'm not impressed)

[personal profile] justoutrunyou 2014-11-17 02:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Sandy searched for the right words to describe it.

"Cold, dark, it rained every day and you weren't allowed out after curfew. The police ran everything and they were jerks about it. No speaking out, no hiding your face. Just follow the rules and be grateful."

She paused and added "Alot like the Capitol except without the parties or money. Especially not in the crappy neighborhood I lived in."
tookthewheel: (Shine my shoes)

[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-11-17 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
While Bucky sorts through that last shouted sentence he lifts up his bottle again, draining the sweet tasting contents with relish before setting the empty bottle on the ground. If he ever saw this drink elsewhere about the Capitol after the Crowning party he might be tempted to pick it up again.

It might be he's developing something of a sweet tooth.

"It serves its purpose for those in control." Bucky shakes his head but meets Initiate's eyes for what he says next, "Thank you." It's good to be told such.
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[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-11-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

Bucky flicks his eyes, in a way that looks casual, across the room, checking the positions of Peacekeepers all over again. They're not saying anything wrong, nothing that will get them into trouble (at least he thinks so) but he can't help it. The men in their white suits and helmets make him nervous even when they're not on high alert for troublemakers.

It's alright if he obeys, if he keeps his head down, it's alright. He knows when to obey even if he doesn't want to.

"I am not good at these events."
tookthewheel: (Ain't nothing but a tool)

[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-11-17 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
His gaze goes back to his arm. What is it but a weapon? That's why they gave it to him, so he could fight, so he could kill without issue. Bucky finds he doesn't want to share that fact though and keeps it to himself.

"Not all machines are made to be weapons."

It's about all he can think to say.
smarterthanthem: (Right you are)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-11-17 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Clementine's smile stretches into a grin when he laughs. It seems like her attempt to help worked, so she'll take that as a win. She meant what she said too, leading people seemed like a lot of bother and not really rewarding from her experience of watching others in the position. No matter what you did there was always going to be someone unhappy with it.

"That's not like any religion I ever heard of." is about all she can say to Initiate's declaration. Clementine tries to follow along as well as she can, which isn't much without a wider context for what he's talking about. A religion which involves face painting can't be bad though. "I like your face paint."

Okay so it looked a lot like what someone would wear at Halloween rather than on a daily basis but Clem certainly doesn't have any problem with that.
smarterthanthem: (sceptic)

[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-11-17 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stop con... contra..." damn it, she can't remember what the word is. "Stop saying stuff you don't mean then, Davemont." and sticks her tongue out at him in childish retaliation for him making her embarrass herself like that. Check and mate.

"Erm, egghead?" If there was some clear cut indication she was meant to know who Dave was talking about there Clementine has missed it. The idea of Joel giving a stern fatherly talk to anyone though...
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[personal profile] smarterthanthem 2014-11-17 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Could you show me how, sometime? I like these ones but I bet yours are better." it's an impulsive request but completely sincere. "I can leave the hockey though." and there's a teasing smile to accompany that comment.

Clementine snorts with restrained laughter, "The Capitol has an interesting view on what they think everything should be like." at the question she shrugs, "It was nice when I was a kid. Normal." She talks like she isn't still a kid and struggles to describe it. "Houses, cars, school. Normal. Not anymore though."
futilecycle: (Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayer)

[personal profile] futilecycle 2014-11-17 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He would be thankful she had taken him up on his offer if not for the icy chill of her drink upon him seconds later. Sigma gawks at Ruffnut, shocked that someone might do something so confrontational. Thankfully, his makeup had been sealed by his stylist, and he was not about to turn into a mess of black lines and silver paint - but he stands there frozen in surprise for a good while. Then his eyes narrow, and Sigma gives Ruffnut a cold and disapproving glare. It is not for the reason she might suspect.

"Is this... alcohol?" Her drink had trickled onto his lips and he could taste the telltale bitterness of wine. As much as he'd wanted to comment on her "dragon," this was a more pressing matter.
reassures: (shine ☙ i do adore the way you are)

WOW I never picked an icon and never noticed I am so sorry

[personal profile] reassures 2014-11-17 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't need to look to know where his gaze goes. She's been keeping an eye on the peacekeepers for the better part of the night, and even now she occasionally looks at them. Just not all at once. She stretches it out, does rotations. Makes her less obvious to everyone, fellow tributes included. But ignoring that, ignoring all the more obvious signs, something is becoming more and more clear to Nill the longer she stays here with him.

They've gotten too much of Bucky. "They" is a very nebulous concept, something that everyone probably thinks they understand regardless of whether or not they get the entirety of the situation that might be described. But "they" is something big and to be feared, and Nill has known a lot of people who have lost everything to them. Bucky is... pretty close to that, honestly. It's a little painful to watch.

Nill swallows thickly, and gestures towards an avox nearby, gesturing for two. She gives the avox a small, warm smile, and he sets down two drinks for them before wandering again. In that time Nill writes up a new message, which she passes to Bucky.

I'm better at watching them.
conversation with a mute girl isn't very easy.