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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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"I can't survive here without a moirail to keep me stable, but I've lost so many that taking that risk again is daunting."
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He studies Signless a moment. "I think you're the same. I also think if you love the Initiate you're going to do this with him eventually. May as well do it now, and call your third if you start to see trouble. Can you do that without... ah, 'flipping quadrants'?"
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Slowly, he nods.
"Maybe. And maybe we won't run into any trouble at all, even if there are still issues we need closure on. There's something about us that fits together and has since the day we met. It's--"
It's the same way you and I fit together, actually. Oh, no. Oh no, no no no, for fuck's sake. It's undeniable, though. So many of their interactions have been overwhelming pale no matter what context he tries to put them in. They're having a feelings jam right the fuck now and the only reason it doesn't look like one is they're not curled up together in a pile of something.
Fuck. Why is he always surprised when this kind of thing sneaks up on him? He should be used to getting smacked in the face with unexpected pale feelings at this point.
He presses his face into his hands and makes a low, frustrated whining noise. Then, after a moment's thought, he emerges just long enough to finish off his drink before retreating behind his hands again.
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"Yes," he says, glaring at Roland from between his fingers. He has to say something. He has to address this now; if he doesn't it will just come out at the worst possible moment and make more trouble. Granted now is not exactly opportune, but it might be the best chance he gets.
"When you're like me and have a bad habit of not even realizing you've fallen for someone until you've already been courting them for over a perigee, yes, it is."
Slowly he lowers his hands, instead twisting them together on the table in front of him.
"The way I feel for him is very similar to the way I feel for you, but you and I have been doing things a troll would consider extremely pale-romantic for far longer. Not that I ever assumed you meant it romantically, I know that for humans pale affection is considered more something done between friends."
It's a flimsy excuse at best. He still should have said something so that Roland knew the full implications of his actions before deciding to take them. Bluh.
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He'll have to be careful here, probably. Roland's expression hardens, just a little. Of course he couldn't deal with someone from a totally unknown culture without making these sorts of missteps, why had he thought he could? Nevermind. Fix this first, if he's stepped between two he never should have. Think on the rest after.
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"I'm not sure. I've never been secretive about the fact that my quadrants aren't reserved for just one person at a time; he must know. All I can really do is be open with him about it and hope -- and anyway it's a strange case with you because I feel a fairly even mix of pale and red feelings. If I flip one way it's not even an issue, my red quadrant is completely free."
His expression tightens just a little as he says it. He'd had a matesprit for so long, even if she was a matesprit-moirail-kismesis-auspistice, that the empty space where she used to be is deeply jarring every time he stumbles into it.
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His tone is purely businesslike, and continues to be so. It wasn't a suggestion, nor even an order - simply a statement of something that is going to become fact. "But for now I'd better understand more about these quadrants. Red and pale."
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He worries his lip at Roland's question. "Alright. I'll try to translate them to human concepts as best I can. Pale romance is what we've been doing, mostly -- a palemate, a moirail, is someone that you turn to for comfort and emotional support. You talk to them about your troubles and you help them with their own. They're not someone you kiss and they're not someone you pail -- have sex with. Humans tend to hear 'romance' and assume, but that's what the red quadrant is for, positive mating fondness. Someone that you're red for, your matesprit, that's the person you want to kiss and be physically intimate with."
It occurs to him suddenly that it's been an inexcusably long time since what happened between them before the jailbreak and he still hasn't addressed it. Fuck, he's just not on his quadrant game lately.
"I never assumed what we did meant anything binding, I promise you. I know many humans see physical intimacy as some kind of contract or obligation and I promise you that's not the case here. I don't expect anything of you."
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No. Don't place the blame on him. Frame it differently. "If we need to stop doing whatever we have been, it may mean cutting off contact completely." He takes a moment to run his hand across his mouth. The idea is a painful one. "I don't know that I could be your friend without trying to help you."
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"Aside from him and Terezi you're practically all I have left."
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It isn't as if he can't do it, Roland realizes, hearing the normal, mild tone of his voice. It's almost like when he taught Eddie and Susannah, aside from the fact that he would not give this man gunslinger training even if Signless somehow was suited to it. Almost like teaching, ignoring the other man's pain like that, save for the very important fact that he's teaching nothing. Then again, once those old lessons had ended he'd been content to watch Eddie and Susannah comfort each other, hadn't he?
"I'm being selfish," he says, voice quick and flat. "I can do it. May need some practice."
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"I'm explaining this all wrong. You don't need to close yourself off from me completely. You don't need to stop caring. You just... you can't be the first person I go to anymore. The difference between a moirail and a friend isn't closeness. It's like..." He casts around for a way to explain it that will make sense, that will explain a difference that he's beginning to realize isn't one humans really conceptualize.
"It's like dating your best friend, to put it in human terms. A moirail is someone you are dedicated to, someone you consider as close as a lover, someone who you allow to see the very deepest most vulnerable parts of you. A friend can still care for you, can still look after you, but a moirail carries the brunt of that work. A friend supports you and keeps you sane and gathers up your broken pieces until your moirail can come and start to truly fix them back together. Does that make sense?"
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Think. What's the main point here? Focus on that. The reason they'd started this talk in the first place, Signless' budding relationship with the Initiate. Helping him with that may be a little more painful than he anticipated, but there's no changing that. Not a few gunslingers of the past, exploring distant lands and peoples, had much the same problems. The thought does help. A little bit.
"You'd better speak to the Initiate. Until then-" Roland's two-fingered right hand waves in no particular direction, moving with enough speed and force to push this whole conversation into some out of the way corner, 'till it's time to pick it back up and unpack it once more. Then his elbow goes on the table, head in his hand, gaze aimed down at the table. "I think I'll have to learn by doing."
He catches himself, straightens to look Signless in the eyes. "I'll not leave you. Not in this place. Alright?"
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"I know. I'm sorry that this is so difficult, it isn't as though we need more complications here. If it helps, you can still distract me, and you can still just be with me, quietly, like we sometimes do. That isn't really something one does in pale romance. And I can tell you if something that you do oversteps a boundary." He breathes out, and the rest of the tension leaves him.
"We'll figure out a way to make this work."
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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.