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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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Regardless, it's out of her hands now, and there's a little relief to be found in that. She folds her hands behind her back again, the picture of innocence. "I didn't have treats like that very often. Grubloaf, I mean. I probably could have gotten a hold of the really good kind--Teals were allowed a few of those luxuries! But something about almost being grubloaf yourself makes it a little unpalatable.
She gives a shrug, her own smile not wavering one bit. "Besides, sometimes the cheap stuff just tastes better, you know?"
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He sees a chance to change the subject and takes it.
"When you say teal, you're talking about your Alternian social caste, right?"
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"Yes, that is what I am talking about. I am also talking about my actual physical blood color on which the system is based." She has to wonder if anyone had explained that part to them--both about the blood color and the caste system. It's not like social caste structure is an anomaly in this place, nor should it be a surprise that they bleed different colors.
"Teals are... Actually, our place in the structure is a little difficult to explain. We have your typical lower, middle, and upper structure--with the addition of the seadweller nobility, but teals do not really fit in any of those. Greenbloods are considered middle class, and bluebloods are considered upper class. Teal is directly between them, too green to be blue and too blue to be green. We are either the upper end of middle class or the lower end of upper class, depending on who you ask."
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"So what did that mean for you?" he asks with polite curiosity. It's an open-ended question: Stephen is letting her talk about herself, her experiences, with no pressure from him on what she wants to share or not.
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"In the scope of what my society permitted me to do, it meant that I was destined to be a bureaucrat of some kind. The highest career that a Teal could aspire to is the League of Legislacerators--a prestigious group of legal enforcers. As soon as I was old enough to understand that, I began studying for the exam. The League was where I intended to end up."
It's too bad that her intentions didn't pan out. She's still a little wore about that, but now isn't really the time or the place to lament the death of her universe and with it, her ambitions. She moves on quickly enough.
"In the scope of what my caste meant for me personally... It means whatever I want it to mean. The only limitation that it has on the way I think is the limitations that I place on it. And I have decided to place none."
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"Both. Legislacerators in my day are something like your human lawyers--but they also function as investigators. They carry out many different functions relating to the pursuit of justice, from apprehension to interrogation to the trial itself. They are also the judge, and usually the executioner as well."
She pauses, letting that bit digest and letting her own thoughts wander for a moment. It's difficult not to think about her ancestor when talking about this stuff, and she still misses her dearly, even with as many months as have passed.
"In my ancestor's time, there was a lot less red tape. They were essentially bounty hunters charged with bringing in their culprit to face justice--dead or alive. She was brought here as well... A long time ago, though."
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He keeps what he thinks of this bounty-hunter thing to himself. On the one hand, the idea is cool. It's cool in an action-movie, fantasy-world way.
On the other...well. Hadn't he seen someone like that? Someone who decided who was guilty, who conducted interrogations, who punished with impunity? Someone who was dead now?
Stephen doesn't like being socially conscious. It makes ordinary conversations extremely uncomfortable. This time last year he would have been gushing about how cool it would be to be an alien bounty hunter. Now? Now he smiles and picks up the least controversial thread of conversation, so that neither of them gets into trouble.
"I followed the Games pretty closely while I was away."
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"This is probably going to sound terribly uncivilized of me, but... Is there actually anything else of substance to do around here? Besides watch the Games?" She hasn't really notice anything else capture the Capitol's attention, not like the Games she's participated in for the past year. There has to be some other form of culture or entertainment that she's missed. Right?