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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.
fight_like_a_girl: (pin up girl)

[personal profile] fight_like_a_girl 2014-10-14 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Steph only vaguely recognizes her from both around the tribute building and the party, but nods at her question. She's not particularly in the mood for company, but she can hardly be rude to someone who's in the same boat as the rest of them. She'd be hard pressed to believe that any of them are really enjoying this charade.

"It's yours if you want it." She shrugs, attempts a smile, but mostly fails. The sooner they can get out of here and into sensible clothes the better. "I don't have anyone to save it for, in any case."

Because even the familiar faces here aren't from her world, so her pool of people to be friendly with is pretty low at the moment.
earthborn: (know yourself)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-15 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm...sorry?" She really didn't know how to take that. Is that regret? "You know, most people are happy not to have their friends or family pulled into this mess."
fight_like_a_girl: (bitch please)

[personal profile] fight_like_a_girl 2014-10-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
That is most certainly not what she meant. But people have been misjudging her for years, she really shouldn't be surprised that it would happen here too.

"If you're implying that I'd rather have my own family here than be alone, you're sorely mistaken." It's obvious to her eye at least that a lot of the other tributes have formed alliances and friendships among themselves, and that a great deal of them are from the same worlds. It's been both disheartening and comforting that everyone she's recognized are not from her own; Her people might be safe, but that still means those here, who where them in every sense of the word, where not.

All she'd done was offer the space to a stranger who had asked, and some how her words where being turned against her.
earthborn: (disingenuous assertions)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-15 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry," Not Shepard's smoothest start, "Let's try this again."

She stuck out her hand, quite as if she wasn't dressed in a silk handkerchief and too much heel, as if both of them were in comfortable BDUs. It was a quick, abrupt gesture, square at the edges, as if it had been the product of drills.

"I'm Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy. You?"
fight_like_a_girl: (to reason with)

[personal profile] fight_like_a_girl 2014-11-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
She hesitates at first, but there's no reason for hostilities to continue. Steph sighs but takes her hand regardless.

"Captain Stephanie Rogers, US Army." Or something like that. With Shield down for the count, she was kind of unattached at the moment. Though it didn't matter here anyway.
earthborn: (has confidence in her men)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-04 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's disturbingly easy to shake Steph's hand. They both have a calm, firm, professional way about it. Army? That explained it; a military woman. It was good to feel like she was on solid ground, for once.

"Rogers. Any relation to a 'Steve'?" Jane couldn't stop herself, really. The smirk probably gave her away, "I'm kidding, sorry. How are you doing with acclimatizing to all this?"