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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.
molotov: (weapons)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-11-03 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Molotov is actually capable of killing him with most of her body parts. Maybe not her appendix.

"Don't they teach you people anything in those American schools?" she asks, rolling her eye good-naturedly. "Molotov was the Soviet Premier before Stalin. I think my father just thought it was a good name, a hard name, a name that meant something. Haven't you heard? Even Russia isn't Communist anymore?"

While she'll never break her father's dead heart by disclaiming the Party, it's a pretty surefire thing that Molotov herself doesn't really abide by the politics. Not that she ever did -- for her, it was about the killing, the work, not the ideology.
shenunigans: (you give ‘em an inch)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-05 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
"No. It's America, what did you expect? Plus, y'know, kind of stopped going to school when I was thirteen. It was all colouring books before then." He raises his hands in mock surrender, but he listens to what she's teaching him.

"Trust me, it's a great name. Just kind of had a feeling it might be connected." And maybe it wasn't entirely wrong of him to feel that way, but he won't deny that the American brand Paranoia is strong. "I heard it packed up and moved to Korea, but world issues stopped being an issue when there stopped being a world." He just doesn't want her to think he's naturally stupid or something.
molotov: (files.)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-11-06 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
"One of them, and Cuba. A couple of the old Bloc countries are still clinging to it, but Lenin's dream is dead, really." Molotov shrugs, like this is sad but nothing worth crying over.

"If there's no world, where do you come from? Do you just float around in space?"
shenunigans: (pic#8215704)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-13 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
He notes the sad tone, so he matches it with a vaguely comforting one. "Hey man, you never know what might come back in style. Political views change like fucking shoes with all the world drama." He offers that in what he helps is a helpful manner, but he moves on when he's asked a question.

"A meteor thing. Asteroid. Whatever." He recalls Carlos correcting whatever word he used. "Yeah, that's basically it. Me, my sister and about four trolls. All packed up like the fellowship on the way to the new universe, like Lord of the Star Wars." He gets that much out before he stops and wonders if she actually cares or if he's boring her. "So that's my life story."
molotov: (uh...)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-11-15 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, but..." Molotov's words come slow as she obviously tries to process it. She's not super invested, but now she's marginally curious, and mostly confused. "You had to come from somewhere before the asteroid. Where did you come from before that, if there's no world?"
shenunigans: (Are you telling me tenderness)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-11-25 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
Marginally curious is about as much as a sixteen year old can hope for from an incredibly hot super-spy. He will take it as vested interest and run with it.

"Earth. Earth was a thing, for a long time. It stopped being a thing in 2010." He says this factually, no hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Something to do with meteors, I'm told. Lots of fire, too. Luckily, I was abducted by aliens."
molotov: (listening)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-11-25 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm from after 2010, so that's not right," she answers, drunk enough to forget the whole thing about alternate universes and whatever. "Anyway, you can't live on an asteroid. You'd burn up to death, and what do you even eat? Do you rub those belly jewels and make wishes for food? What colors are your trolls? Do you have a purple one?"

Molotov may not know the difference between Dave's trolls and... well.
shenunigans: (33)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-12-02 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good thing we all come from different universes or I'd be in one hell of a pickle." The answer is snappy, but he doesn't seem annoyed, he's just casually reminding her of the vast levels of fucked up this all is.

"By that point I wasn't exactly mortal, so I think I got some sort of space immunity." That's totally an acquirable thing, right? He narrows his eyes when she starts to ask more questions, but it clicks pretty quickly and he's ready to go on an answering spree. "Space food. Mountains and mountains of over-processed space food. And no, I wouldn't waste my jewel wishes on food, please. How do you think I was granted immortality. I just rolled the biggest troll over and rubbed his belly all friendly like until he made me a god." That is exactly how it happened. "Yeah, there's a purple one, but he's a fucking douchebag."
molotov: (ew)

[personal profile] molotov 2014-12-06 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Molotov just squints at him, like she's trying to process this, then points at him with the hand holding her drink.

"You're lying to me."
shenunigans: (pic#8585667)

[personal profile] shenunigans 2014-12-07 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
When Molotov points, Dave is careful to keep his expression in check so that she knows he's completely serious.

"Yeah, but only like half the time. The core of all of that is completely true. It's like a fun riddle." Only it's not fun at all.