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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.

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-05 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"When have I ever stared at his ass and sighed? Don't get us mixed up here."

Tess has never had the chance to do that. If she ever had the opportunity to stare at him and sigh, the only thing she'd stare at would be the back of his head and sigh in self-loathing for what she'd done and for what she had let happen to herself.

For what she had put him through by pointing out that he'd had to feel some kind of an obligation to her from their years of being partnered up.

The one chance she'd had at staring at him and sighing was back in Boston, when he had finally turned away to make his escape before the military could burst in and catch him and Ellie. That was not a good sighing either.

There's no happy sighing here, ever.

"I never agreed to a coffee date." Or did she?
earthborn: (now is the time to fight)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't pine, I go after what I want."

Joel and Tess were two of a kind: stubborn, bitchy, idiots. They belonged together, and it made Shepard smirk to hear the shadow of uncertainty in the tail of that last bit. She could snap out an order, but was she sure?

It was like flushing pirates out of cover; you just had to have the right balance of bribe, bluff, and threat.

"Oh, well then you probably should tell him you don't want any. Don't wanna mix anything up."

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-05 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't fucking pine either." She's a bit snappy on that but it's true - or well...

Tess shuts herself up by finishing her drink, annoyed glare fixed on Shepard over the rim of her glass. She's the same way, she goes after what she wants, but this is Joel. That's messy territory, so messy that Tess isn't even sure she wants to step foot into it.

Although she did toe the edge of it by demanding that he dance with her earlier.

"Are you really that invested on trying to get us to fuck around?" Really Shepard. Really. "We went to a coffee shop once or twice - no big deal. It doesn't mean anything."
earthborn: (batton your hatches)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it's either that or she goes back to instructing thirteen year olds on how to hamstring each other, Tess. Look around you, this isn't the kind of place where the idyllic flavor goes more than skin deep.

But Shepard doesn't say anything to that-- is there anything to say? She just folds her arms and raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Really, Tess? Really? Are you sure?

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-05 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"It didn't -!" Tess begins to argue, for only god knows what and why, and cuts herself short when she realizes how stupid it would make her sound and look. "Forget it, I'm fucking done here."

Tess is going to throw her arms up and go wash her hands of this entire conversation - not really but - because now she understands what Joel was getting at in the very start, the scrutiny, the cameras, the investments.

What's the point in trying to argue and deny this, whatever this is supposed to be that they're talking about.

She's done only because it feels like, to her, that Shepard wants her to admit to something she's unsure of and wants to avoid thinking about; the rejection would hurt, it would burn deep, and Tess wants to avoid that with him. It's a fear of hers, fucking up the decade long bond she's formed with him over getting too close or wanting a little bit of contact, but Tess had done a fantastic job of that already back in Boston and she hadn't even kissed the asshole.

No, she just went and died on him.