Slumber Party

[etcircenses]

Who| All adult Tributes
What| Slumber party fun times!
Where| The common room
When| during the Chilren's arena
Warnings/Notes| For those who earn tickets, please see this thread to post who they send them too.

The Tributes are told to arrive back at the Tower by 4 o'Clock. Anyone not there by 5 will in fact find themselves nudged home by their friendly, neighborhood peace keepers.

Everyone finds a set of P.J.s on their bed, and although there isn't any particular theme to them, none of them fall under normal, and all lean towards the children's side of things. Footsie P.J's, knee length plaids in bright pink, polyester frilly princess night gowns. And although the night isn't saturated in it, pink and purple are solidly the color code of the night.

Once everyone had been dressed, even if it is by force, they are all hearded down to the common room, which has been decked out. Pillows are everywhere, and large chunks of the floor have been changed into giant beds. The whole room is geared just slightly larger, to give the tributes the subtle but inescapable feeling that they are smaller. Gauzy curtains separate areas of the room by activity, but most furniture has been removed, sans a few scant pieces left for party purposes. Each Tribute is passed over a bag, blues for the boys and pinks for the girls. Within are a selections of goodies-face masques, a small personalized blanket with their face printed on it, and a check list of the activities. For every activity completed you get 5 tickets to send to any kid in the arena, and for completing them all you get a 20 point bonus.

On one huge wall, the Children's arena is broadcast across the whole wall. No matter where you may be in the room, you can see this wall, and the majority of the pillows are gathered around to watch it. An avox near the side of the wall will take any earned tickets and get them to the Tribute of choice in the arena, who will receive it with their next ticketed activity. Directly across from it is a huge table, dripping with every variety of junk food. Pizza's are piled high, and whenever the pile runs low a "delivery" avox will bring more. Chips, soda, cookies, and even more hand made variety of junk food like buckeyes and pigs in a blanket are spread across the table. And there is always an avox near by to "spike" your pop.


Pillow Fight: A padded arena for two is set up, with pillow armor and stuffed weapons.

Make Overs: A small salon is set up, full of ridiculous supplies like wigs, tattoo stencils, and rainbow make up. Nothing is neutral here. There are no stylists however, just lots of their toys for the Tributes to play with.

Fashion Show: After your make over you can walk over to the dressing room, full of things that are all over sized. Shoes, dressed, boas, all made sized up as if the Tributes were children themselves. You must walk the fashion run way to get points.

Video Games: A whole gaming area is set up. However the only game is a fighting game programmed with all the Children Tributes as characters.

Cup Cake Decorating: Just about everything is here to decorate, including decadent things such as live flowers and real gems. Everyone is told they must submit a cupcake for judging, the winner gets 20 extra tickets.

Spin the Bottle: Much like the traditional game, except the bottle is full. Take a swig of whatever is in the bottle before you drink, and it makes you feel much better about having to play spin the bottle after just one shot.

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Two participants are chosen at random throughout the party and hurried into a large closet for 7 minutes "alone," which anyone outside the closet can see on the monitors on the wall behind the closet. Which your character may or may not have seen before being rushed in.

Comments

OOC-Earned tickets.

[etcircenses]

Please post how many and who too, and approximately around when, arena wise (I.E. "After they killed so and so")

[reassures]

Sorry this is so late!

So Nico would've gotten like 15 tickets from Nill right near the start or as soon as it seemed like he needed them. Kankri got 10 a bit later. Nill couldn't handle the other activities enough to get more than that.

Brock | open

[samson]

1. EVERY ROOM, ANY ROOM.

Brock has commandeered cushions from various sections of the common room, not particularly caring that they're probably meant to stay where they are. He also doesn't really seem to care that he's dressed really stupidly, and in fact has the hood on his footie pajamas up. Maybe he thinks it will make people less likely to approach him. Whatever.

Regardless of his reasoning for the hood, his reasoning for the pillows is pretty clear: he's constructing a fort. He stacks the cushions up in one section, then dismantles it and carries them to another once people start annoying him beyond his threshold. He does not really participate in any of the activities; he's just there. Stacking cushions. Like you do.

2. SEVEN MINUTES.

In the event Brock gets selected for this, he will very irritably abandon his fort in whatever state it's in and will probably just stand in the closet looking annoyed the whole time. Hope you're into awkward small talk cramped in a tiny space.

Re: Brock | open

[celebrityskinned]

Venus is drunk when she arrives, and drunker when she runs into Brock. She's dressed like a cat in a tux, which she has to admit is actually significantly more comfortable and modest than anything else she's been put in lately. Had she been sober when she arrived, she might have stood a chance to get a lot of tickets for Ellie and Kankri, but instead she made an absolute mess of her makeover (the victimized Avox is running around with half an eyelash glued to their brow) and swallowed a plastic jewel while decorating cupcakes. All in all, this is easily in her top five least glamorous nights.

She's passed the point where being drunk is fun, and she's at the point where she's realized that she's eaten nothing but seven cupcakes today and that she's got a headache. She's near the point of conking out, too, which means that there's a siren's call coming from all the pillow forts. Her body's warm and her world is woozy and she can almost convince herself that this huge guy with a mullet is making a nest for her rather than just stacking up cushions like pillars of salt.

She groans and crawls into his pillow fort on hands and knees. "Meow?"

Given her current alcohol-addled state, that seems like a perfectly appropriate way to greet someone and not stupid or childish at all.

2

[belongsontv]

"I was hoping the next time we had a chance to speak would be in a less formal setting, but this is a bit much." Milla states simply in turn as she tries not to laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation. She's gladly leaning back against the wall of the closet to give both of them some space. She casually brushes her hands across her rainbow pajama's trying to be vaguely presentable.

Roland Deschain | open

[ka_sera_sera]

As has become traditional for this place, the clothing they've dressed him in is at once ridiculous and cruel. But there are perhaps a handful of people with the knowledge to guess why Roland very nearly flinched when he saw what was laid out on the bed for him. Only one of those people has ever been in Panem, far as he knows, and she is... well. She isn't here, so if he refuses to acknowledge how the implications of the outfit pain him, no one else is going to.

All these references - as most of the themes of this place tend to be - are lost on Roland, but of course he understands that this whole thing is meant to rub in just how little control Roland has in any of this. Because of course, they must participate in activities probably meant to embarrass and shame them, and do it for the sake of their friends.

Catch Roland as he's frowning down at his little list, or as he tosses the stupid little blue bag aside, not particularly caring where it lands, and sets off to inspect the nearest 'activity' with a grim expression. He does not glance toward the wall displaying the arena, but he is listening.


((ooc: any activity or none of them is fine with me, your choice))

[69problems]

Signless has been doing his best to keep clear of Roland since their talk at the crowning. It's hard when he's grown so used to the idea of the other man being someone he can go to if he needs support and someone to listen, and it's especially difficult now with his two quadrantmates in the arena. He needs a distraction and he knows he can't ask for one.

As it turns out, he doesn't have to. Some time during the party he finds himself being grabbed and steered across the room. For a long, terrifying moment he thinks he must have done something wrong and they've come to drag him back to a cell, please, no, and then a door shuts and he finds himself chest to chest with the one person he was actively trying to avoid.

"...Ah."

Bruce Banner | Open

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce is quickly getting used to the indignities of the Capitol, so he put on the pajamas without too much complaint (although they got a roll of the eyes).

When he gets to the 'slumber party' itself (someone kill him please), he reads the activity list with a frown, doing his best to tune out the sounds of the arena and child slaughter. All the activities are demeaning and nauseating, but he had expected nothing less. It's the only method they have of helping the kids, and the Capitol was going to make it as unpleasant as possible.

He gets an Avox to get him a bottle of scotch, and he pours out two shots. At least one for himself, and one for whoever else needs it. He's going to need a little help if he's going to handle this crap.

OOC: he can be encountered at any activity, or at none of them with shot glasses to share.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony, in his own "fabulous fleece" isn't that far from Bruce when he spots him, and comes over with his blue bag that was handed to him over his shoulder. Stopping next to Bruce and pulls at the other mans jammie top and smirks.

"Bears. Cute."

Really it looks like a grown man in footsie pajamas with grapes and wine glasses is about to laugh at a man in bear pajamas. Both of their lives have taken a really interesting turn.

[reassures]

Nill's been purposely avoiding drinking very much since she arrived in the Capitol - she had a drink at the crowning, and one at the wedding, and that's about it. But sometimes giving in to vices is understandable, if not a healthy response, and she eyes Bruce's shot glasses from a ways away for a bit before finally giving up on the cupcake decorating and wandering over.

There's already a message written on a page of the notepad that she holds up for him to see when she stops a few feet away. She gestures towards the glasses.

may I?

[belongsontv]

"Care for a little company, dear?" Milla questions as she approaches in her bright pajama's. She's more than a little tired by this point from jumping around from various places in the party. Demeaning or not, she'd rather not watch the proceedings knowing she did nothing.

She's been trying to either win tickets for a child or two or get to know other adults she hasn't met yet. By this point she wouldn't mind sedate company and a drink.

Tony Stark || OTA

[arrogantalloy]

In General

Tony, in his own "fabulous fleece" is presently standing with his back to the enormous screen, which is really the only way he canavoid seeing anything, but he sure can still hear it.

He digs through his blue pulling out the list and the face masque while ignoring the blanket for now. He reads the instructions of the face masque then with an eyeroll he drops it back in the bag, fully aware that's going to be on his face later, then looks at the check list.

Okay, he's never actually been to a 'slumber party', it's not really a rich kid thing, and especially not a boarding school kid thing, but he's seen enough movies growing up to know that for the most part this is the typical set up. There's only one thing that seems to confuse him, causing him to lift his head and look around for it.

"Kids decorate cupcakes at these things? Seems a little too cupcake wars to me."

Tony knows all too well that his curiosity will have him trying out everything here, with the bonus of at least trying to help Dave at the same time.

Pillow Fight

Tony stands in in his corner all pillow padded up and looking at his stuffed weapon.

"This, is almost familiar."

He almost wants to check how padded his chest is, but doesn't really feel like giving anyone a target to aim for. After all, game or not, Tony doesn't like to lose.

Make Over

Tony drops down on some pillows next to the equipment and just looks around at anyone near.

"I'm going to say this now, I look best in red and gold."

Video Games

Tony eyes the screen as it lists the characters, really with the kids already in the arena killing each other this just feels a bit more of a pantomime of a game so Tony's less freaked out that he's about to play Super Smash Tributes than he is more concerned with picking the character he wants.

"If you're thinking of playing Dave, you have another thing coming."

Cupcake Decorating

What you're seeing right now is a man who is using a lot of focus to make an Iron Man cupcake with a lot of edible glitter gels, and ice blue crystals for the eyes of the face place.

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Tony's never really been one to enjoy being randomly stuffed into things. Even now as he looks at the other person he just gives them a nod, presently unaware of the cameras inside.

"So. How about those cupcakes?"

make over

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland looks up briefly at the words and then goes back to studying the equipment. He goes about it cautiously, as if any little piece might explode if he touches it the wrong way. Hell, in Panem, it well might.

Some of this doesn't need to explode to be worth handling cautiously, though. Like the monstrosity Roland holds up now. There's what looks like a hairnet hanging from its bottom so it's probably meant to be a wig. Maybe. It's got machines nearly-hidden throughout that make the red tendrils of hair move just a little around the golden sculpture of a bird sitting in its middle, wings outstretched. As Roland watches, one of the tendrils of hair wraps itself slowly around the sculpture's neck. "You mean something like this?"

Roland holds it toward him with an expression of deep doubt. Go on. You be the first one to start putting all this shit on.

Nill | open!

[reassures]

(a.) pillow fight.

It's one of the last things she was really expecting to do with her evening, but after finding out that the tickets they won from these events could help the kids in the Arena, how could Nill refuse?

Pillow fights are kind of a foreign thing for her, the sort of cliche that she's seen pop up in movies before, and even those don't really compare to the setup that they've been given for the sleepover. But there Nill is, decked out in padded armor, holding a pillow sword in one hand while she waits for someone who seems willing to do pillow battle with her.

The whole thing feels surreal.

(b.) make overs.

The makeovers are one of the few events of the evening that Nill doesn't seem to have an issue with. Occasionally throughout the night she can be found over in the makeup section, either willing to do someone else's makeup or busily doing her own. One project that she keeps coming back to as the evening goes on, either during a lull in which nothing too horrific is happening or when she can no longer bear to look, she sits at the station and uses eyeshadow and mascara, liquid and pencil eyeliner, and carefully works on a vines on her arm, starting at her fingertips and steadily moving further up as the evening drags on.

(c.) cup cake decorating.

Cup cake decorating is by far the easiest thing of the evening for her, and though Nill doesn't for a second in the evening seem anything that looks even remotely happy, the cupcake decorating is probably the thing that puts her the most at ease (when she's not smoking). Much like what she had done with the makeup, all of the cupcakes that she decorates have very pretty flower designs, each one either a different type or different color, and she occasionally uses some of the rhinestones as dew drops. They're definitely not professional grade, but they're still fairly impressive. The cupcakes are probably the only station that she doesn't smoke at.

(d.) spin the bottle.

She doesn't want to do this. She really, really doesn't want to do this, but getting through it at least once will get her another five tickets, which could mean saving someone's life. So Nill sits in the spin the bottle circle, back rigid, and watches as the bottle spins. Maybe, if she just sits there, it'll be enough - she won't need to spin it, and she can just leave with her tickets in a few minutes. She really hopes so.

(e.) everything else.

It doesn't matter much what else Nill does with her night, because no matter what she might occupy herself with she always wanders back to the cushions in front of the Giant Wall of Child Death, curling up in a pile of them off to the side, where she's easily out of the way of anyone else watching, but still perfectly capable of seeing as well. She goes back to that spot like clockwork every ten or twenty minutes, and she lights a new cigarette every time, and she watches as the children on the screen try to stay alive for at least a minute longer, try to move just a little bit faster.

She managed to bring in at least four packs of cigarettes as well as a lighter - she probably won't get through all of them at the sleepover, but judging by the plastic cup nearby with a growing pile of cigarette butts and ash in it, she's certainly going to put a good effort forth to not breathe and fresh air for the better part of the evening. But she's got plenty, and would be happy enough to share. All are welcome to join her in watching the Arena, as well as trying to get her to not watch it. The extent to which she does probably isn't that good for her. The nightgown she was given by the Capitol isn't too bad this time around - wanting to stick with the more childish scheme of the Arena, instead of giving her something with an open back they actually had something tailored so it would have slits in the back she can easily fit her wings through. How kind of them.

Make over

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Juice me up," Mindy said, gesturing to her face. "After Oceana and Harley's usual insanity, I think I'm pretty much used to this."

Whether she liked it or not was another story.

bilbo & frodo | open

[somethingprecious]

[Bilbo]

[Being forced into whatever this was (he is told it is sleepwear, but he can't understand why someone would wear breakfast food on their person while they sleep), Bilbo was highly displeased. The clothes were baggy and obviously not anywhere close to his size and so he had to roll up the sleeves and pant legs, but without anything to clip them back they tended to unravel themselves at the worst times and only added to Bilbo's overall frustration. He didn't want to attend this party and watch children kill themselves - the very thought of it made him ill and the promise of food and drink only worsened that feeling.

But he was here, unfortunately, and feeling very out of place in these clothes among all these Big Folk. A few familiar faces stand out to him, but he chooses to keep himself close to Frodo. As kind as some have been so far he hesitates to call anyone a friend just yet.]

[Frodo]

[ dressed in much the same way, in ridiculous clothing that is much too big for him, frodo's still too pale and too thin and practically plastered to his uncle's side-- especially with their first taste of the cruelty of the capitol. who does this sort of thing to children? and how could they make people watch it and participate like this? it makes him sick to think of it-- it's as bad as the dark lord, in truth.

still, he's there, so he can't help but search for those he knows, wide blue gaze flickering over strangers. he doesn't stray far from bilbo, though, and they're doubtless an odd pair-- child-small, themselves, though clearly adults, and probably very clearly distressed. ]

[ooc; you can request for bilbo or frodo or both! we're down for all of the scenarios so feel free to throw any our way!]

both, both is good

[69problems]

[It's how obviously distressed they both are that makes the Signless gravitate toward them. They're new, he knows, and it occurs to him that this is likely the first arena they've seen happen in realtime. What an introduction.

He knows he can't ask 'are you okay'; the answer to that is obvious. So instead he says:]

I'm so sorry that you have to watch this. Would you like a distraction?

[Maybe it's rude to skip past formalities, but they can get to those in a little. They can be part of the distraction. He knows from experience that when outright leaving isn't an option, often the next best thing is aggressively occupying oneself with something else.]

Molotov | OTA

[molotov]

[A.] Molotov is pretty huffy about this whole evening. She doesn't really care about any of the kids in particular, but no one can deny that it's fairly upsetting to the peace of Tribute Tower, since so many others do care. But more than that, she's upset about being made to do more things, and wear more things. Stupid things, things that rankle her personal sense of style. Even her long, braided pigtails have little purple flowers adorning their ends.

It all adds up to one really pissy Molotov, sitting in a pile of cushions in a corner with her Molo-blanket on her knees, moodily eating a slice of pizza and pointedly not watching the Arena broadcast -- she's not interested, and she doesn't feel like encouraging the Capitol on this line anyway. She occasionally takes a sip of soda through a crazy straw and glances around at the activities.

[B.] Of all the possible games here, the only one that managed to catch Molotov's eye was the table for decorating cupcakes. She's never been able to cook or bake, but she can't deny loving the occasional cupcake, the prettier the better. This just gives her the opportunity to do it better.

Legs crossed under herself in her chair, fluffy little slippers on her feet, Molotov bites her tongue with concentration as she carefully crafts a skull, complete with an onyx heart for the left eye, out of fondant. The base of her cupcake already bears shimmering gold dust and a border of small rubies. Several other cupcakes surround her, a variety of pretty things like huge roses and lilies topping them. She seems to lean toward reds and blacks and whites as her frosting bases, with accents of gold and hearts.

Ayyyyyy

[samson]

Brock has misplaced his own Brock-blanket (Branket?), or perhaps more accurately, shoved it behind some furniture where nobody can find it because it is a) dumb, and b) embarrassing. He doesn't seem to mind the stupid onesie he's been outfitted in, though, but then again, Brock is used to wearing stupid things. One might argue he does it willingly.

That doesn't mean he's not going to point out how dumb everybody else looks, though.

"You look ridiculous," Brock says by way of greeting, then gestures vaguely at the pillows she's all curled up on. "I need one of those. Move."

Thor - OTA

[worldsaway]

There's been a notable air of agitation surrounding Thor's person since the reaping. Really, it's probably spanned before then, but it's particularly intense at this moment in time. It was only a matter of time until they began to use the children against them, it had taken all of his strength not to lash out. Really, the only thing keeping him held back is the fact that he knows damn well that they're seeking rebellion by prodding the soft spots of their captors.

His dour expression doesn't suit his outfit whatsoever, as is to be expected. The knee length pants look as if they're too short for him and they are ridiculous when paired with his comfortable slippers with his hair pulled back into a ponytail. It seems as if he's not been granted a shirt for the occasion, as if he's just That Guy At The Party who manages to lose his top a few minutes in.

Still, with the ability to assist children, he won't very well stand idly by. Thor will involve himself in Cake-Making, though it quickly becomes apparent that he will try to eat at least some of them.

He makes his way toward the Pillow Fight and there are no holds barred as he bops the feathered weapons against his opponents in an attempt to mow them down.

The Make-Over Station is approached curiously, though he doesn't seem particularly interested. He will pick up a colourful hairclip and slip it into his hair, moving closer to the mirror to inspect how it alters his visage.

Since there's drink involved, he happily situates himself down for Spin the Bottle. Once the intent of the game is clear, he's perplexed but no less determined to remain within the circle and "win" the game somehow.

Last of all, once he's summoned for Seven Minutes in Heaven, he will greet his supposed partner with a faint and polite smile, bowing his head ever so slightly at them. There's no reason to make this unpleasant, provided he isn't met with someone he finds unpleasant.

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif actually does her best to keep a distance between her and Thor, because while she is willing to accept that he has a lot to figure out at the moment, she does not feel a particular need to put herself through the experience of spending a night with him when he looks like that without being allowed to touch him. That would have been well and good before he went and kissed her, but things are different now, there is no getting around that.

So of course she is rounded up and stuffed into a rather small enclosed space only to find Thor looming over her in all his not very dressed glory.

Damn, he really should have his hair back like that more often, which is an absurd thought to be having at a time like this but there it is.

"Thor."

This isn't awkward at all...

Tess - Open

[oopsright]

( Any room, your picking. )

There'd been no way Tess would've agreed to this. The style of PJs she'd been pushed into dressing in, the full one-piece footsie PJs...not her thing. It was more for a kid, not a grown woman of her age. Tess was there with the hood up and arms folded over her chest/hands planted on her hips (your choice, depending on the room), standing in one of the rooms with the wings on the back spread out with her stance.

This was sickening, the younger tributes all off in an arena while the adults were being forced to dress in silly sleepwear only kids would wear, playing games to help them.

"Fucking unbelievable."

( Seven Minutes. )

What had been the point in trying to swat and shrug off the hands urging her forward to a closet, pushing her in. None. Tess looks sour in her ridiculous dragon onesie, the hood shoved down to her shoulders as she glares at the door, or more like fixes whoever else is thrown in there with her with the annoyed look.

She is not impressed, not one bit.

common room, if that's cool -- I'm good with anything, really

[burningdaylight]

Luke knows well how one’s survival can often depend on how one carries oneself and the emotions one projects in a situation – and does not project – as much as on resourcefulness, supplies, and weapons skills. But between the maddening frustration of watching helplessly as Clem and Beth and the others were dragged away and being coerced by Peacekeepers both to the Tower and into his onesie, he just doesn’t have the patience to look anything but defiant and thoroughly pissed. The trail of crusting blood from the corner of his mouth and spotting his neck adds to it, though the same can't be said about the sparkles caught on the stubble shading his jaw and upper lip. How they got there is beyond him.

He happens to catch Tess’ remark and glances sideways at her, strangely relieved to find someone else who isn’t of a mind to play along. Perhaps he should be, though, he muses. For Clem's sake. For Beth's sake. “Couldn't a said it better myself.” He says lowly.

[fiercestwarrior]

One has to be grateful for the small things in the Capitol, and so Sif is glad that the pajamas she has been outfitted with are at least covering even if they are ridiculous. Footie pajamas in black and white with eyes and ears on the hood make Sif a rather grumpy panda indeed as she makes her way to the slumber party area.

At least they are allowed the opportunity to do something, even if it is undignified. If it means that she can help the children in any way then she will willingly undergo just about any sort of treatment.

Pillow fight
Don't expect any mercy from Sif, she is as fierce in play as she is out on the real battlefield so anyone going up against her can expect a solid (if soft and puffy) beating.

Make overs
Sif makes her way over to the sparkling beauty supplies with no small amount of hesitation, unsure what to do with it all. She'll give it a go though, drawing Asgardian designs on her skin for no particular reason. You know you want to come play with her hair.

Fashion Runway
Yep, she's walking it, having found something that looks like a very sparkly (and naturally too big) business suit. The whole ensemble is a rather offensive shade of orange.

Cup cake Decorating
Sif doubts that she has a chance of winning, but she will lavishly decorate a few cupcakes with all sorts of things, figuring that the more ridiculous she makes it look the more appreciated it will be by the judges.

Spin the Bottle
Sif has no idea how to play this game, but since there is drinking involved she is certainly willing to learn and thus goes to take a seat and figure out how it's done.

Seven minutes in heaven
Sif will be polite if perhaps a touch distant to whoever ends up locked up in a closet with her. She has no wish to make it an unpleasant experience for anyone but she'll certainly not be handing out kisses.

[tricksandmischief]

Despite wanting to put on a certain face around here, Loki looked decidedly grumpy as he made his way around the party - quite against his will. He begrudgingly was wearing an odd goat-like pink and white outfit and he was especially put out when he was shoved into a closet with Sif.

He attempted to keep the glaring to a minimum but the entire night wasn't pleasant and this was just the icing on a horrible cake.

Loki Laufeyson - Open!

[tricksandmischief]

Loki had not been long to this world and this was quite the introductory party. He had been strongly encouraged to come when he had been initially reluctant and had eventually got into his goat-like pink and white pyjamas. He did not look too happy about all of this. Although he knew the mask was slipping, he couldn't help it. This was ridiculous - and he didn't care about the cause it was for either. He wasn't about to help anybody at the moment, especially strangers. Even children.

And so he was here but keeping out of the way for the most part, whenever he could. He did look around at first but he will only participate if somebody else drags him to an activity.

[ooc: Which means, go ahead and drag him anywhere you want to!]

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Oh. It's you.

Bruce has his scotch, but no amount of alcohol will make him anything but sour when seeing that man. So he does the mature thing.

When they actually find themselves close together (and that wasn't an intended thing, since Bruce would very much like to avoid Loki), Bruce's expression doesn't change. It's still calm, carefully composed.

But he splashes the drink in the Asgardian's face anyway.

"You looked too sober," he says dryly. "Enjoy."

Steve Rogers OTA

[aboveangrybees]

Steve's only real problem with the pajamas they lay out are how ill fitted they are. The top is a size too small and he knows that one wrong move will make the buttons across his chest pop off. In addition to the pajamas and disfiguring brand on his cheek, his hands are bandaged up from how he's spent his time between the reaping and now working through his frustrations by busting his knuckles against punching bags.

Those feelings quickly get checked when he learns there's a way to help the kids. It's small, but it's something more than he's had a chance to do in the last day. Tickets can buy a chance and he's willing to do nearly anything to help Clem and Dave, even Aang, right now.

The Video Games are easily the most difficult for him, so he gets it out of the way first. Dave has been showing him how to play, but he knows his skills are still poor enough that he'll get whatever sprite he picks killed. So, he picks the young Loki.

He's quick to move on to the Cupcake Decorating, where he take the chance to practice decorating some cupcakes and get a handle of the materials available to him. Eventually, he settles into taking his sweet time on decorating one cupcake that slowly begins to transform into a work of art.

The Make Over station reminds him of a child's version of the dressing rooms the girls got back in his USO days. He pokes around at the make up, even toys with a wig for a moment and putting it on just to see what he'd look like with long flowing pink hair.

Steve moves on to the Pillow Fight area soon enough, the feather boa (red, white, and blue) from the fashion show still shamelessly around his shoulders. He takes up a plush shield and plays as hard as the person he's against seems to want. Though, he's more than willing to not hold back.

The buttons on his shirt finally busted off during the pillow fight, leaving his shirt hanging open for the rest of the event. So, when his turn for Seven Minutes in Heaven come around, his partner will get quite the view. He knows the situation can be an awkward one, so he's sure to be polite and offer a friendly smile. "Seems they don't make closets my size," is his wry greeting, seeing as his build doesn't leave much room, even as he tries to offer it.

After all that and his short stint of playing spin the bottle, Steve moves to find a comfortable place to curl up with the paper and pencil he managed to get in with him, sketching and paying attention to the screens only when the kids he's most invested in are on screen, unwilling watch any more suffering than he has to. There's plenty of space and pillows around him, obviously having picked an area for people to join him.

[famousest]

Though Steve is doubtless absorbed in his cupcake-decorating, at some point, he might notice a very small, slight figure in oversized food-themed pajamas up on his toes to peer at what the blond is doing.

"That's very impressive for a cake," Frodo offers, friendly--if still faintly shy--and tilts his head up to smile faintly. "Not the sort of thing I'd expect to see from a Man." But then, his experience with Men is rather limited, and mostly consists of warriors of one type or another.

Nick | OTA

[fuckitall]

1. General

While most of the others are in their own get ups, Nick's onesie is especially embarrassing for him. He would've liked something like this if it hadn't already been twenty years too late for him.

Earlier, a peacekeeper had been rather handsy with Nick as he had put up a fight that left him a bruise on his cheek. Nick had tried to tell himself that he needed to deal with this place somehow in order to get through it (provided that all this crazy shit ends at all) but Panem continuously proves itself to be one surprise after another.

He can't stand the idea of kids out there being pitted against one another to fight and can safely assume Luke's mind going through something similar. For Nick himself, he needs a distraction - and it helps him to know that the distractions can potentially help Clementine. Granted all of this is for the amusement for everyone but the Tributes, but he can put that in the back of his mind for now.

2. Pillow Fight

This takes him back - although the mood is anything but jovial for Nick. He doesn't even go for the pillow armor because who the fuck would use that anyway? He's all about offense right now, mostly because he's in that zone where he doesn't really care about anything other than getting his anger out.

"I'm pretty pissed off so if I hit you too hard, it's nothin' personal."

Not with the Tributes anyway.

3. Videogames

A small part of Nick is willing to admit that he misses playing videogames a lot. An even bigger part of him feels guilty for not putting the controller down the moment he sees the character roster.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles loud enough for the other person to hear. His cursor hovers over Clementine's profile as he wonders if he should even go through with this at all, "Where do they find the time to do all this crap?"

4. Cup Cake Decorating

Nick steps back to look at his finished work. He's no pastry decorator, let alone an artist, but he had put his feelings into this one.

Now this...this is fucking art.

4. Spin the Bottle

This is probably the easiest way for him to get tickets all evening. Although he has had some awkward memories playing the game before, he's willing to go through with it again if it means helping Clementine.

That and the fact that it's full of booze (or who knows what) helps. It's an almost win-win situation.

5. Seven Minutes in Heaven

"Dammit!" This is not like spin the bottle for him at all. He had done this once before at a party and it was the longest seven agonizing minutes of his life that he will never have back. No amount of knocking or pulling the knob seems to help so he just goes to one corner of the closet - the darkest one to hide the red on his face - and leans against the wall.

"Maybe if we just wait a bit, they'll let us out and give us the tickets."

He doesn't even believe himself there.

Pillow fight!

[oopsright]

Fortunately for Nick...Tess is now well into the evening and she's probably just as pissed off as he is. She too ignores the pillow armor, gripping her pillow tight as she's standing there in her almost matching onesie to his, hood down.

She's also had a couple of shots to top it off.

"Glad we agreed to that. Ladies first, go on." Tess nods to him, inching her pillow up.

Shepard | Open | Pick-A-Prompt

[earthborn]

Say something about the Capitol, they really know how to make the sudden arrival of a set of pink flannel jammies into something ominous. Shepard knows only one thing about tonight, and that is, without any doubts, she is going to get as drunk as quickly as she can, and then endeavor to remain in that state for the duration.

Consequences be damned.

Video Games, now there's something right up her alley. Be prepared, ye halfhearted gamesters, for the kind of woman who wouldn't let a terminally ill cancer patient win a game of monopoly even if meant she had to overturn the board to 'win'. She's going to work her way down the roster, kicking everyone's ass, and you can bet she's got reflexes like a snake.

At least, that is, until some unlucky avox gets the job of shoving her into Spin the Bottle. Two swigs and she's more than happy to play along-- actually, they should probably stop her. Or, alternately make it worse. She doesn't even get all the way through one round before being herded off to something a little less...uh... interesting.

Of course, her Cup Cake Decorating entry is going to win. It's an artfully swirled tower of icing balanced precariously atop the usual puck of cake and paper. It's the tallest, and the tallest is the winner, clearly. But you better not stare too long or she'l pull you in with a, "Hey, if you got time to gawk you can get over here and help me reinforce this thing."

It's...a lot of toothpicks, almost more than icing, eventually.

The poor Avox is back to drag her away for Seven Minutes in Heaven-- maybe public indecency isn't going to work out, but there's not much Shepard can do to turn being locked in a closet into a clever way to force an Avox to keep bringing her drinks. And, not to mince words, but she's had a few, and she's feeling no pain. Why don't you get your government mandated seven minutes over with, huh? It's gonna call for a drink, afterward.

By the time she's herded over to the Makeover Station, she's only really upright by mistake-- and never really makes it to the Fashion Show, unless you count a dignified and graceful flop right off the side before taking two steps. But wherever she ends up sleeping for the night, it's going to be hard to say why there are so many feather boas wrapped around her. The michilin man was meant to sell tires, Jane, not stand in as an example.

Stuck in a closet?

[gunshiptotheface]

So it might not have been his greatest idea to stand around near the seven minutes closet, but really, he just wanted a place to stand a have another few drinks to see if that would fix the fact that his adorable outfit was any more bearable after another shot.

Apparently all it got him was being shoved in a dark space and having his foot walked on and almost spilling his drink, before hitting his head off of the shelf in the process. Has he recently mentioned how much he hates the Capitol recently?

"Ow, you'd think they'd put more headroom in here."

OTA

[belongsontv]

Given the circumstances and her reaction to the children being led away, it's likely surprising to see Milla in pretty decent spirits when she's let into the slumber party. She knows it's better to appear smiling and cheery than let the Capitol know just how much this shook her. She doesn't want to give them that much ammo to use.

Though she naturally makes a face at the farce of pajamas handed to her by a poor Avox. The Mental Minx has a well of patience, but even this is a little much for her. She does relent with a sigh after a few moments of protest and slides on the rainbow pajamas. When she's properly dressed she's released into the party.

A- Cupcake Decorating

With this being one of the least demeaning things they could do- Milla gladly takes up the mantle of decorator. After finagling her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way she chooses a blank cupcake and slowly starts winding bright very neon colored frosting around the cupcake in a psychedelic stripped pattern. The pattern is more than likely to make a few people dizzy if they stare at it too long.

B- Spin The Bottle

"I feel like we're all a little too old for this, but-" She starts before shrugging, "It certainly doesn't matter now does it?" Their childish surroundings and attire is enough to shut down her protests. "Do you want to spin first darling, or shall I?"

C - Seven Minutes in Heaven

"Well, I did want to meet new people, but this wasn't quite how I imagined it." Milla muses as she arches a curious brow at her fellow tribute. Making out isn't likely to happen, but conversation is. "How have you been so far, dear? Hopefully the night hasn't been completely awful for you."

OTA + closed bit for Venus

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam's dressed in a very fluffy pair of bird patterned fleece pajamas for the night. They might not be exactly his choice, but hell, at least they're comfortable. His plan for the night is pretty much to do as many of the activities as he can, and avoid so much as looking at what's being broadcasted on that giant wall over there.

[Make Over]

He's got a couple of nieces that would be really damn jealous, of this spread here. And they'd probably know what to do with all of it a hell of a lot better than him. Still, he's got some idea, thanks to play time with them, so he starts poking through the supplies, turning to whoever else happens to be there with a smile.

"What do you think, winter or summer or rainbow?"


[Cupcake Decorating]

Cooking, Sam's a rockstar at, and he can definitely do baking, but cake decorating? That's a little beyond his skillset. Still, he drops down onto a seat and grabs a couple of cupcakes to start working on.

And maybe one or two to eat.


[Towards the End of the Sleepover]

After participating in all of the activities - and still doing his damnedest to not look at anything showing on that giant screen up there - Sam's... possibly more than a little tipsy. More than he'd planned on getting, anyway, but that's not entirely his fault. And at least it helps, with not looking at the arena broadcast.

He'd noticed throughout the night that a number of other Tributes have also been making use of the spiked drinks, and Sam's reached the the point of the night where he's thinking about tomorrow. Which means he's going around to the people he knows who look like they've had something to drink and shoving bottles of water at them.

And, well, anyone he doesn't necessarily know, but still thinks they could do with some fluid intake.


[For Venus]

And there's one of those in particular that he seeks out, specifically for her company, as well as to make sure she's had plenty of water.

"Hey, pretty lady," he greets with a grin when he spots Venus, sidling up next to her. In a mostly steady line, his balance isn't that far gone. He offers her a bottle of water. "I kept trying to catch you at spin the bottle, but I missed my chance."

[celebrityskinned]

Venus is both completely drunk and dressed like a tuxedo cat. She's way more far gone than Sam, having attempted to hold her misery down by the throat in a tub of spiked punch. She doesn't now if it's worked. Right now she feels alright, bar the headache, but those bubbles coming from misery's mouth might just be the bastard holding its breath.

She flops onto Sam's shoulder and rests her head against it. "I didn't do spin the bottle. Or Seven Minutes in Heaven." She doesn't want to kiss anyone. It's the low self-esteem talking again, the feeling that kisses are people's way of interacting with her without her using her mouth for words.

"Sam," his name comes out her nose like a sigh and a whine all at once. "I haven't eaten anything all day but cupcakes."