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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.
elfstone: (a revelation in the light of day)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-07 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Thorongil stares at her, clearly surprised. Elephant, yes, that was something like what those who lived in the North called them, though hobbits thought them merely creatures of legend.

"Well! It seems our worlds have more in common than I thought. Is Paris in the South, then? And how may a man live in the belly of such a creature?"
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[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-07 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"You weren't tricking me?" Eponine's surprised as well, but she shrugs at his question. "I do not know where Paris is. It is by the Seine, that leads to the sea. England is over the sea, and a place called America, but I don't know 'em."

She laughs at Thorongil's question though. "My brother is but a child, not a man! But they build a statue, of course, and my brother, he is so clever to find a hole and make a home inside it. I should like a home like that, I think."
elfstone: (you are the nighttime fear)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-11 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Thorongil has many thoughts about this. It is clear that Eponine and her brother have no parents, or at least none worth speaking of, and that helps begin to explain her jail time. His face is impassive as he takes in the information, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, rubbing the short, rough stubble that is almost a beard with one hand.

Living inside a statue of an elephant makes rather more sense. That's that mystery solved, at least. The question of where she is from is not so easily answered.

"I was not," he replies, raising an eyebrow. "I am truly surprised to hear that you know of them -- especially since the places you name are unknown to me. It is possible that we are of the same world but from different places, or even brought from different times. I have met men from my future."
gardienne: (poking fun)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-12 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am more clever than I look, you know?" She said. "I know lots of things. Lots and lots of things, Sir." She laughs. "But that is by the by, no? There are lots of people here from the future. You know? Dave is from a place where his big brother is his son and his sister is his mother."

She might have got that a little bit mixed up.
elfstone: (you are the silence in between)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-13 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Give him a second.

He stares at Eponine in utter confusion.

"Forgive me," he finally says, trying to piece this together. "Perhaps you are more clever than me. I do not understand how a brother can be one's son, or a sister one's mother."
gardienne: (disbelief)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine shrugs. "I don't know. It's just what Dave says. Truly, I don't understand what he means. But here is Rose and Bro, and here is Dave. I think there are some things you must just nod at and say, 'okay' to than try to work it all out. I have done that so much from coming here. They have things that seem magic to me, but no. Even with my Orc. He tells me of such things always, and Howard behind them. It's strange, though."

She is quite good at just accepting things without enquiring about how they work. She doesn't care how they do it as long as they do do it.
elfstone: (never knew daylight could be so violent)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-11-15 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
He decides, after a moment's consideration, to heed her advice and accept that he will not receive an explanation today.

But something else catches his attention.

"...tell me of this orc," he says, leaning forward again and, resting an elbow on the table, takes hold of his chin thoughtfully. Thorongil is not about to immediately jump to conclusions, but if there is are orcs here -- a true orc, not one of those little trolls, those trollings -- he would know.
gardienne: (resolved)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-11-15 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine's expression darkens somewhat. " Orc was the best thing to ever come to me. He were so kind always to me. He called me his princess. He gave me a dog, Bisoux. I should have liked a cat, but Orc, he were a stupid boy also. He gives me dogs instead." She smiles sadly.

"I should do anything to have him back. He died trying to help me, you know? We were breaking into prison to rescue my Mama - this is why I have a brand, yes? But he were executed. And I were so wicked to him."
elfstone: (you are the hole in my head)

[personal profile] elfstone 2014-12-30 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
A boy named Orc, then. Thorongil's frown turns sadder, kinder. "I am sorry for your loss," he says to her, and means it. "Too often, the deaths of those we care for bring with them regrets." He would ask about the rescue, but instinct tells Thorongil that a prison break is not safe to discuss. Not here. "It worsens the grief we already feel."
gardienne: (frown)

[personal profile] gardienne 2014-12-31 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't matter. We all lose everyone here. It is the nature of the Games. It's what they want us to feel." Eponine shrugs, and uncurls herself , chains jangling as she moves.

"It ain't a happy topic for a first meeting, Sir, and for a party and all. There are better places to talk of such things, and better times, and I shall meet you in them, if you like. But for now - well, I am hungry, and I shall fill up whilst I can, before they reduce me to wasting away once more."
elfstone: (a revelation in the light of day)

[personal profile] elfstone 2015-01-03 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then do not let me keep you from cup and plate," he says, and his expression lightens. It's not a smile, but it is no longer grave or grim. "I am sure we will meet again."