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thecapitol2014-10-10 08:11 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-10 08:11 pm
Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- black tom cassidy,
- cassandra marko,
- clara murphy,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- jet link,
- molotov cocktease,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- ✘ alex murphy,
- ✘ aragorn,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ bro strider,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ clementine,
- ✘ cyrus reagan,
- ✘ dale "barbie" barbara,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ davesprite,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ homura akemi,
- ✘ joel,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ justine 'locusta' florbelle,
- ✘ kankri vantas,
- ✘ kenny mccormick,
- ✘ korra,
- ✘ lyle norg,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nasir,
- ✘ natasha romanoff (mcu),
- ✘ nico di angelo,
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ oswald mandus,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ raphael,
- ✘ ringabel,
- ✘ ruffnut thorston,
- ✘ sif,
- ✘ skye,
- ✘ sollux captor,
- ✘ stephanie rogers,
- ✘ stephen reagan,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ thor odinson,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo,
- ✘ zuko
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.
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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He puts a hand on her shoulder, smiling a little. It's much softer than it was before. "Is it really so bad to like him romantically? Consider the situation we're in. Isn't it better to find what happiness you can, while you can?"
"Initiate's a good guy, and I know you can plainly tell. So what's the problem?"
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She's not entirely sure what his angle is here, but as soon as he starts talking about liking Kurloz romantically, Terezi is giving him a flustered look. "It's not like that! That's the problem! He's my ashmate. You can't just throw people into all the quadrants at once, there are rules to this! Four quadrants! Five people! One for red, one for pale, two for ashen, and one for black! And they all have to be different people!"
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And in that case, communication is the key to any successful relationship, any kind of successful relationship too. "For Humans, we don't always know if someone is a friend or more. It could perhaps be the same thing here?"
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"No, it's not. You don't understand. It can't be like that." She puts emphasis on that word, like she can force the understanding through if she's just assertive enough.
"He's my ashmate. I'm auspisticing between him and Signless. They need this, and I can't be anything but their auspistice. If I abandon this quadrant before they're ready, I would be letting them both down and all the progress they've made might crash and burn. I can't do that. And I can't be in more than one quadrant. It's... abnormal. It's like the opposite of cheating, but in a bad way. It's the most wishy-washy, desperate, and weird bullshit, and. It just doesn't work like that." And he'll hate it. He'll hate her for it. He'll think she was lying to him or leading him on or any number of other things, and she can't stand the thought of that.
"I'm his ashmate," she says again, though she sounds a little less forceful about it. "That's it."
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Carefully, he reaches his hand from her shoulder to the top of her head, careful to avoid her horns. He places his palm down gently in what he hopes will be taken in a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry to have pushed."
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Her attention shifts a little to the side as she sniffs back in Kurloz's direction. Just once, and then she's focused back on Albert again.
"You should be worrying about your own dumb romance," she mutters, ducking a little at the hand on the top of her head.
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"I won't push, but if you want to talk you can talk to me. You may be a god but I'm over a hund-" No, wait. "Over fifty sweeps old. Maybe not ancient by Troll standards, but I have seen my share."
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The talk of his age is more interesting, anyway. Fifty sweeps is... not actually that long for a tealblood, but it's a decent length of time nonetheless. It's long enough to be an age of note among trolls. She does a little math in her head, and furrows her brow at the result.
"I didn't know that humans could live that long."
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Especially considering all that was really left was his brain. Everything else was replaced with mechanics and weaponry. Not exactly something he likes to talk about, but the sting of it has worn off in the last decade. He is what he is - or rather, he was what he was. There's no point in fussing about it anymore really.
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She leans a little closer, snuffing a bit at the older man's chest. He still smells human. "Did you die?" A perfectly innocent question. "One of my friends was put into a robot after she died."
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Albert's eyes train back up on Terezi. "She was made into a cyborg as well? Was it something she wanted?"
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"I think it was, at the time. Though the guy who made her body for her added some stuff she was unhappy about. She kicked his ass for it afterwards." It seems like that might be all the explanation that Albert gets, until Terezi scrunches her mouth to one side and 'hmm's like she had forgotten something. She goes on to add: "But she was a ghost when they transferred her into the robot. Soulbot. Whatever weird word they called it. She died in the same incident that blinded me, so... It was a pretty long time ago."
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"That's not something he should have changed. Frankly, I'm glad your friend fought back."
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"I'm glad, too." It didn't stop her from kinda sorta dating the guy, which was creepy and weird, but hey. Aradia could handle herself. She certainly knew how to kick Vriska's ass when she deserved it.
"The guy was kind of an ass. Very elitist, very entitled. He treated a lot of my other friends pretty terribly."
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"I would motion to say that Eridan is worse, though. Equius can be a creep and a bully, but Eridan could easily hold up the status quo for our entire race. He is a certifiable asshole."
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It's not exactly something he wants to know about, or at least not talk about here. Instead he puts an arm around Terezi's shoulders in a half-hug, knowing this entire latter half of the conversation is merely a cover for her embarrassment and confusion concerning Initiate.
He should let her get back, if that's what she wants. No judgement included.
"I should go find Jet. Who knows what kind of things he's getting into."
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The half-hug is a little strange. She's not quite sure what to do with it. Does she stand still? Does she hug him back? Ultimately, she decides to hug him back. It's a brief, almost hurried moment of her arms wrapped around his torso from the side--and then she's pulling back to shove him off in a direction away form her.
"Go kiss your boyfriend. We can talk about all of my dumb friends some other time."
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He glances meaningfully over at Initiate before looking at her once again. She may be blind, but somehow she still always knows what he's gesturing, even subtle ones. Maybe she's latently psychic, who knows. "You know where I live, if you need me."
With that little but genuine joke, Albert takes his leave to find his fiance and be privately glad his love life is no longer so complicated.