I am the man who would fight for your honor

[etcircenses]

Who| Albert, Jet, their friends, all the Tributes, stylists, mentors, etc.
What| Albert & Jet get married!
Where| The Tiberius Ainsworth Memorial Atrium
When| Saturday, October 25th
Warnings/Notes| N/A?

With the change of the seasons, the sun seems to set at an earlier hour everyday. As such, by the time four o'clock rolls around, the sky over the mountains has taken on a deep orange hue. The evening is cloudless and promises a beautiful starry night for whoever is bold enough to stay up late enough to see it. It is truly a splendid evening, the perfect day for the joining of two hearts.



The atrium was decorated in black, silver, and gold color schemes, with tasteful bursts of metallic and random abundances of orchids in vibrant, tropical hues. The attendees were led to seats on either side of the aisle and the numerous media figures prepped themselves at the back of the atrium. A beautiful melody played and the members of the wedding party walked down the aisle.



Once the ceremony was finished and the officiant pronounced Albert & Jet legally married, the guests were instructed to throw confetti and disperse into the reception area.



The cameras are rolling, the music is playing, and it's time to kick back and celebrate. As a wedding gift, the Capitol has lifted the curfew for the night, so feel free to dance the night away!

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Dancing & Mingling

[etcircenses]

There's a string quartet performing, and they take requests! It's time to celebrate the lack of curfew and dance the night away!

Dancing with a groom; open to all!

[metalicarus]

With the ceremony over, Jet was feeling ten times more confident and ten yards over cloud nine, it was the happiest he could ever remember being. Naturally, the best way to use this happiness was doing something he loved, otherwise, he'd have to spend it schmoozing to uninvited Capitol guests and that was the last thing he wanted to do today of all days.

Instead, he could be found on the dance floor...and if someone found themselves anywhere near the dance floor, they just might then find themselves swept onto it by none other than one of the grooms.

He loved dancing and a good thing too, because he had the grace and style for it. Every movement was fluid and lovely as though he were making art with his grace. He sort of was, Albert had his music, Jet had his dancing.

As he demonstrated to Sam merely weeks ago, dancing alone was very hard without looking silly, so with no hesitation, Jet was asking just about anyone he liked to dance with him, even if they weren't so good at it themselves. After all, his own husband had two left feet and was the biggest lost cause when it came to grace, so no one could be as bad as him.

Of course, he was only human, so there were certainly times when he could be found standing off on the side for a breather as he watched others dance instead.

[silberfuchs]

Albert may have two left feet but the first dance is claimed by him anyway.

He's practiced hard, finding time to slip off for lessons during the day, determined to surprise Jet with not only his willingness to dance with him, but with his ability to actually follow through without stepping on feet. So, with a slip of his shoes on the polished wooden floor, Albert takes Jet's hand, puts his other on his partner's waist, and sweeps his out onto the dance floor with more grace than he'd even displayed when it comes to such things.

Though considering the last time they'd danced, it's not saying all that much.

Even so, he avoids stepping on the taller man's toes and succeeds in leading them to the center of the floor. It's all the leading his intent on doing, Jet being better at this, but it's enough improvement even there that he hopes Jet's at least surprised if not pleased. Albert grins happily and plants a fond kiss to his new husband's cheek as he waits for the band. "Surprised to see me on the dance floor?"

[aboveangrybees]

Despite himself, Steve found himself watching the dance floor from time to time, so it wasn't hard to notice Jet out there dancing like it was as natural as breathing. The man's quality of movement was quite lovely in it's own way. It crossed his mind at one point that he wouldn't mind drawing it - to capture the fluidity. But that was only a passing thought.

When he noticed the man off to the side, he figures it's the best time to approach him without risking being dragged to the dance floor. He wanted to congratulate both of the Grooms before the night was out.

"Congratulations, I'm happy for you both," he says it sincerely as he offers a handshake and a smile.

Not dancing with the other groom; OTA!

[silberfuchs]

While Jet is prone to cutting a rug, it was hard enough for Albert to manage even the one dance. He'd practiced; lord had he practiced, but the concentration required for Albert to not trip over his partner's feet (Or his own feet. Or thin air) is so great that he's currently bowed out and can be found at the perimeter of the dance floor, watching his new husband move with natural grace.

Maybe he'll try again later - it is, after all, their wedding - but for right now he's content to watch, sip at his champagne, and chat with guests if they approach. Actually right now, he's content with everything, down to the last detail. It's hard to miss the sense of bliss in his white eyes as they follow the tall blond around the dance floor.

Every so often he'll break from watching to greet someone, offering a handshake or a glass of champagne if they're older. It's more than just politeness, it's true happiness that he approaches everyone with, even the paparazzi. How could he not be happy? He's finally got all he wanted out of life, even in this surreal world they find themselves in.

"Enjoying yourself?"

[aboveangrybees]

Steve looks away from the dance floor and at Albert as the man approaches him. With this place being what it is and their circumstances what they are, it's not often you see people so genuinely happy like the man before him is. Happiness here seems to always be tainted, like people know the other shoe will drop any second, but to see it real in a man who deserves that, Steve is glad. Someone's wedding day should be their happiest.

"I am, my first time coming to one of these," he kind of gives a look around to mean the wedding itself, he's been to dance halls. Nope, this is his first wedding.

He smiles as he takes he man's offered handshake, "Congratulations, I'm happy for both of you."

[currupted]

Cyrus is here mostly because he knows he should be. This is, in its way, exactly the kind of thing he's come here to promote, right? Better integration of Tributes into society. A soft hand, instead of a Peacekeeper's baton. Celebration over discipline.

He's not opposed to the event on principle (though his previous assignment would never have required him to attend anything like this). But there are Tributes he considers deserving of the Capitol's favor, and Albert Heinrich is not one of them.

At the moment, it's easy to avoid the dance floor - the man of the hour isn't dancing, after all, and Cyrus has had yet to greet him. He smiles as Albert approaches, the quick, businesslike smile he's started to reserve specifically for Tributes - though he holds it a moment longer, because, well. It's Albert's wedding day.

"Immensely," he says in reply, taking the glass of champagne he's offered. "And you? I think half the Tower was involved in the planning for this in some way."

Not a dangerous question, if the look on Albert's face had been anything to go by.

[yourmove]

Somehow being surrounded by fantastic food, an open bar, and one of the rare events where you could almost forget about the Capitol, Alex doesn't look like he's enjoying himself. He spots one of the grooms incoming, registering an ETA of 0.20 minutes, and turning his head, then his body, he identifies the man as Heinrich, Albert. Alex accepts the glass of champagne without thinking about it, the liquid bubbling in the flute as he fixes flat brown eyes on Mr. Heinrich.

[EMOTIONAL ANALYSIS: ....CONTENT. SATISFIED. STABLE]

His own handshake is calculated to be firm but not painful. He grips with his false hand instead of leading with his flesh one, gives it exactly one squeeze to conform to expected social standards before releasing Mr. Heinrich's hand.

"Yes," Alex says, unaware he's lying. "I'm happy to say your guests are enjoying themselves. Things seem peaceful. Congratulations on your union, Mr. Heinrich."

Aang

[actually112]

Earlier in the Night

There hadn't been any completely vegetarian options at dinner, so Aang hadn't spent long eating. He ate some of the salad served as a side, and then was quick to jump up to explore.

He is utterly fascinated by this whole thing. Weddings aren't a very big thing for Air Nomads due to their philosophy of detachment and freedom of earthly tethers, so he's never been to one before. He can be found exploring, looking around at all the finery and glitz with innocent curiosity.

Not too long later, he can also be found at the dance floor, gracefully imitating the dances around him while adding a very foreign (yet very smooth) flair to them, courtesy of the Air Nomads. Occasionally, he'll walk to the edge of the dance floor where the shy people hang back, giving them a bright smile and offering his hand. "Dance with me?"

Later in the Night

Aang should have been in bed hours ago, but he'd been so curious about the wedding that he'd stayed up. He's feeling it now.

The boy, previously so exuberant, is now hanging back, curled up on one of the dining chairs, trying to hide his yawning and beginning to doze. He periodically jerks awake, blinking sleepily, struggling to stay awake to the end of the reception.

That's not going to happen.

Re: Aang

[hit_girl_mindy]

Whoa. Straight to the point.

She liked that.

"Sure, why not?" She said, grinning. "Didn't think you'd know how. Wanna lead or should I?"

Later in the night

[burnedbrighter]

There he was again, that boy that Zuko was so attached to.

And yet somehow Zuko was out of sight, and the boy was tired so Azula saw her moment to strike...in a manner of speaking.

"You have alot of energy so it stands to reason you require alot of sleep as well." She slid into the seat next to him expertly balancing a glass of wine between her fingers. Her dress was a lush and shiny thing in a dark crimson that matched the drink in her glass. She had been polished, exfoliated and manicured to the highest degree for this occasion.

She may not have actually known either of the grooms but this was a big event and her duties as Mentor never took rest.

A

[iflipmyhair]

What.

"Are you sure? I'm not a good dancer."

Later

[silberfuchs]

Leaning against the bar with a glass of wine in his hand, Albert had been surveying the dance floor after his first and only few dances with his new husband. He loves Jet more than anything, but dancing is just not a skill Albert was destined to have, which leaves him content to simply watch the more graceful put aside any worries for awhile. The young boy with the blue arrows certainly seems to be enjoying himself, gliding all around the dance area with the fluid grace of a martial artist more than a dancer, but he's entertaining to watch nonetheless. It only takes Albert a moment to put what he knows from Zuko and the arena footage together and realize this is the boy that the prince had claimed protection over.

And hours later, with some of the guests more raucous with drink and the younger ones shuffling off to bed, that's what makes Albert approach Aang with a smile and an aim of keeping him from dropping right out of his chair. "It's alright if you want to go to bed, we won't be offended."

[smarterthanthem]

"Uh..." well, Clementine's a little surprised to be asked after that article got published, suggesting that there was some romance going on between her and Aang, which was ridiculous, obviously. She hardly knew Aang! He was nice and all but she didn't even think of him like that, Clem couldn't even see where they'd got the idea except that they were both around the same age.

She hopes it's not an emerging pattern considering at those interviews all the tributes had to go to they'd asked her if she thought he was cute.

"I don't know how." Which was a completely honest fact, especially the sort of dancing she thinks they're supposed to do at weddings.

Dancing: OTA, but especially to Clementine

[hit_girl_mindy]

So it was a wedding. With guys, apparently.

It was more the WEDDING part that threw her off, because really, in a place like this? It always seemed like the nuttiest thing to do. Nevertheless, this was going to be a big deal, and well, caring enough to want to actually DO this, was a big deal. Mindy added her present with the others, accepted there would be no alcohol for her today (not that she wanted any), and was looking specifically for Clementine. She had requested a cool looking dress and given Oceana Clementine's specifications, so when Clementine came she expected to see the girl looking spectacular.

Of course, this also meant Mindy's hair would be in ribbons. Horrors.

But she DID make a promise, so she'd keep it. In the meantime, she was watching the dancing, glad she'd been seeing Milla for some lessons. She was at least able to manage that now, and would accept if approached. She had decided to go dressed a little more smoldering than just elegance, for once. Her request.

Kenny | OTA

[korosu]

This wedding has been pretty weird so far, and Kenny already knew deep in his heart of hearts when the stylist dressed him up that he would be bored out of his fucking mind. The only reason he decided to come, really, since it was open to anyone, was because of the notion that curfew would not be in effect tonight. And that was pretty awesome. Perhaps he might take advantage of that later, since it had proven to be a good opportunity for slipping away.

Seriously though, fucking Freebird? Really...? That was the romantic song they'd picked to walk down the aisle? Whatever floats their boat, he guessed, but he had to fight from rolling his eyes as he sat there. Now that very same string cover band is performing at the reception, too. Some of the renditions are amusing, some downright terrible, but it isn't until "Comfortably Numb" comes on that Kenny finally gives in and drops his head onto the table with a suffering groan.

"Are you fucking kidding me..."

Maybe it fits, with all the 'Game' shit that's going to happen. Maybe these two dudes he's never even met are going to brutally maul each other out on the battlefield or something. Or maybe they're not part of that whole thing at all, and that's why they're able to tie the knot. Or they're numb to all of it. Who the Hell knows. But a mopey song about turning into a junkie isn't really appropriate for a wedding after-party. This is already depressing. A stuffy outfit, and he can't even have any booze, just shitty juice. Something's gotta give.

So, after walking up to the performers and requesting this little ditty--unfortunately failing to interrupt their mangling of Pink Floyd, but whatever--this blond kid in his blue suit will be wandering up to random people and smoothly asking, "Hey, wanna dance?" For once, his face is entirely uncovered. It is a miracle.

Re: Kenny | OTA

[celebrityskinned]

Venus isn't a novice to performing, and as such she hasn't taken any of the common tactics like writing her lyrics on her napkin or on the inside of her wrist. That doesn't, however, mean she isn't nervous about the short set she has to perform in a few minutes, once the band finishes slumping and mewling their way through inappropriate classic rock songs. She could very well lose the melodies, or her voice could crack, or it could be revealed that she's not actually that good at singing anyway and Albert was just being kind in inviting her to do it. It's not that she fears humiliation; it's that she doesn't want to ruin what has, so far, been a joyous occasion.

Dressed in a silver mini, she wanders the dance floor. She's absentmindedly trying to remember all the words to "It's So Easy" in her head when Kenny talks to her. She doesn't fully catch it at first.

"Huh?" She blinks, then the rest of her brain catches up. The kid's too young for her, but who's to say they can't have a little innocent fun? She's never seen him before, either, but he isn't dressed like a Capitol citizen. "Sure. Hey, that color looks way cute on you."

OTA

[beastlybeauty]

Justine likes to stick to her all-white ensemble, but that would be rude at a wedding, even if there isn't any bridge. Instead, she's dressed in red today with a pair of star-shaped diamond earrings and a diamond necklace.. Finally, she's bandage-free.

And she is taking full advantage of it. For most of the night, she's on the dance floor, gracefully sweeping from partner to partner, making them feel like the only one in the world before she flutters to the next.

And now, she holds out her arm to the one next to her, giving them her widest, most charming smile. "Let's dance."

Later on, she can be found having tired herself, sitting down to the side, sipping her champagne and smiling at the dancers.

OTA for dancing & mingling

[oopsright]

Weddings, Tess can't ever remember being part of one. Not before the outbreak and certainly not during. She'd heard stories around the quarantine zone of how some couples who would loot houses before finding the Boston zone, find rings in jewelry boxes and they would slip them on each other's fingers and declare themselves married. If they were really dedicated they would try to find a church that wasn't populated with Infected and speak some vows inside for a more proper and holy feel for tradition.

She'd met Jet very briefly when she had first arrived. She hadn't known much of anything about him on a personal level, only that he'd been a bit of a smart ass and that they hadn't gotten along that well with how she'd rudely bumped into him.

Tess is happy for him and his groom, as happy as anyone can be for a pair of strangers who have pursued and found happiness in such a place as this, the Capitol and their sick games.

Another thing Tess is happy for - the curfew being lifted for the night. She's dressed in something more elegant this time thanks to her stylists, with her hair pinned up and free of those ridiculous LED lights from the last event. Tess keeps to herself and watches everyone else dance and mingle, a glass of champagne in hand and blackberries floating within.


option b.
She figures she's been a wallflower for far too long this evening, moving through the mingling crowds to find someone to enjoy a few moments with her. Still with her glass of blackberry champagne in hand, Tess approaches the unsuspecting party guest from the side and casually stands next to them.

"Shouldn't you be out there with the rest of them?" Tess nods off to the dancing pairs on the dance floor.

[aintyourdad]

Joel would not go to the wedding of a perfect stranger. Not unless he had a gun pointed to his head, which he assumes is the case tonight, and usually around the Capitol. Everything happens under duress. Maybe the couple here are really in love with each other, or maybe it's just a sham. He assumes most relationships here are shams, but it's not his business either way.

He's dressed up again, but for once, he can't really complain. He's at a wedding, after all, and the dress code for a wedding is "tuxedo", and that's what he's wearing. Simple, cut to fit his form perfectly, his beard neatly trimmed and basically looking as cleaned-up as he ever does.

He's not comfortable, by any means, but who ever really is in a tux?

It takes him a moment or two to realize that's Tess in that gold number, looking, well. Even better than she did at the Crowning, because the absurdities are gone, replaced with... gold.

She looks stunning, and he can't look away.

"You gonna make me dance again tonight?" he asks by way of greeting.

Terezi / OTA

[pythianjudgment]

After coating nearly every surface of the wadding with flower petals, Terezi is in a reasonably good mood for the reception. Still dressed in her flower girl outfit, she managed to scrape together a number of the flower petals after the wedding, and she's more than happy to toss them haphazardly over one party goer or another.

Albert was right. Throwing flowers everywhere and on everyone was certainly the best part of the ceremony for her, and she doesn't really want to stop.

But she's happy for Albert and Jet both, and eventually she stops harassing the party guests. There's a dance floor that she's eager to be on, and willing to pull almost anyone with her.

[earthborn]

Shepard could use a little color, anyways. Besides, she's pretty tolerant of projectiles, even when they're something so unexciting as a shower of flowerpetals stuck in her hair, her pearls, and the deeply skeptical expression on her face.

This is a no fun zone, Terezi Pyrope. There is no fun allowed.

"Really."

mingling ota, definitely not dancing

[mortuaria]

It's harder to slip away and hide from people when you're being actively monitored, and even harder when you can't fade into shadows and disappear. Which is how Nico's escort managed to harass him and herd him into attending, despite all his best efforts to run. You're district-mates! they'd said. Practically comrades! they'd said. He wants to stab them, but he's pretty sure that would be frowned upon and lead to broken bones he'd rather avoid at this juncture.

Every time he tries to sneak out of the reception hall one of the Capitol natives herding his district swoops in on him and steers him back into the party.

But the minute he can at least get away to a quiet alcove, he takes his chance. This many weeks out of the arena his appetite is starting to return again, so he takes a plate with him. At least the food is good.

Steve Rogers OTA

[aboveangrybees]

This just happens to be Steve's first wedding. He's seen the aftermath, parties in the neighborhood or cars with cans tied to the bumper, but never been to one. Hard to go to one when you don't know any one getting hitched. With it being a new experience and liking the grooms, so he couldn't see a reason to refuse. Even brought Stark as his date.

He's dressed in a nice tux, though he feels a bit disheveled with the buttons popped, but his stylist insisted quite vehemently that it was necessary. It wasn't worth the argument to get her to put the buttons back on.

Dancing isn't on his agenda, not really. At times, Steve can be found watching people dance with an almost distant look, but it never lingers long. Still, he's his normal pleasant and cordial self as he makes his way around, greeting both new and old alike with a small smile.

"Having a nice time?"

He's likely to decline and invitation to dance, but feel free to ask.

Not quite mingling

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna had tried to get out of this, she didn't want to go to stupid weddings with stupid people who thought that stupid weddings in this place was a good idea. And despite all impressions to the contrary Pruna wasn't actually out to make people miserable, not most people anyways. There were a few notable exceptions. But still she thought that having a person who tortured you at your wedding would not be nice.

Not that she cared. But still, she did her best to stay out of sight, sticking to the shadows, what she did best.