thecapitol | Slumber Party

Slumber Party

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.

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

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.

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))

Edited 2014-11-02 13:16 (UTC)

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.

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.

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?"

Edited 2014-11-02 21:53 (UTC)

"Says the man who looks like he's made out of purple booze."

Bruce would wonder how his life got this weird, but really, what did he expect? Their lives were like really weird comic books.

He downs his shot in one go and offers the other glass to Tony. "Want to go decorate a cupcake?" Might as well get these things over with.

(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.

"Really, there was a time when that would be an accurate description of me, and you know it."

Tony eyes the glass and pulls a little face. Sure, he's getting a little less twiggy when Bruce offers him things. But really it took years with Pepper and she only solved the problem by shoving things at him causing him to grab for the item or end up having it pushed into his sternum, something these days he rather enjoys avoiding having happen to him.

"Cupcakes?" He looks in the direction of the cupcake decorating area. "I've been contemplating gelling my face on a cupcake, actually."

Admittedly he meant the Iron Man face plate more than anything else, but why be so obvious about it? And anything to get Dave some tokens.

"I thought I was already doing that."

Here's Mindy. She's wearing this and is only calmed by the fact that it was in blue and not pink and pastel.

"Please tell me you're not gonna strip anytime soon Harls. I don't think I could take it."

Seriously? Put in here with Harley? Maybe they knew nothing would come of it, why else would they do it? She was way too young to be doing this with anyone else, and why would she want to? She had more than enough of people and their weird ass relationships.

"Hun, that entrance," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to seduce someone or give them a heart attack?"

"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.

Three guesses to who Mindy was playing against Harley with.

"Arrow to the face motherfucker!" Mindy exclaimed, making sure her Ellie delivered the proper punishment.

Despite his bright cheery pajamas the Signless isn't feeling all that happy. A lot of the symbolism of this room is lost on him, not having the same associations with childhood as a human might, but he doesn't really have to understand why to feel disconcerted by it. He spots a familiar pair of wings, this time not bound down by a metal restraint, and decides that this friend from the crowning is as good a person as any to have to watch this with.

It's strange, but he almost prefers being in an arena to having to watch from the outside. At least when he's in the arena he can help people, can reassure them and share his supplies and maybe keep them alive for just one more day. Here, even with the opportunity to win tickets to send, he feels so much more powerless. It's not a good feeling.

"I hope you don't mind if I sit with you," he says, settling himself onto a cushion next to her. The scent of her cigarette is momentarily overpowering given that it's not something he's used to smelling, but he has the good graces to keep his face neutral save for the flick of an ear.

Edited 2014-11-03 02:52 (UTC)

[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!]

Nill visibly hesitates for a moment, before flicking ash from her cigarette into a plastic cup next to her. She puts it back between her lips and waves some of the smoke away, before grabbing her notepad.

is there anything you don't want me to touch?
what colors do you like?

Mindy was happy that she'd gotten used to cigarette smoke thanks to Nill anyway: it made things a lot easier in the dorm.

"Use your imagination. At this point, the only person you can piss off is my stylist, and she'll understand a slumber party. But I am partial to purple, not gonna lie."

"Yeah, you have a point," she said, still looking scornfully at her nightgown. "I guess I can shoulder this shit for the guys. It's only a stupid sleepover. Anyway, I want to at least try and give Ellie a fighting chance. She deserves it after we lost Riley, you know?"

Of course she'd be looking at her 9 people too. She grabbed a rice crispy treat and chewed thoughtfully.

"They don't usually go hand in hand," Mindy said, and batted the girl away. "Don't do that, I'm not a dog you bitch!"

Forgive the pun.

"Beats me, you know they all look the same. Virgin lips? What the fuck? Lips are lips, nothing virginal about them."

"No way, I live for beat 'em ups!" Mindy said, not content with just shooting arrows. What else could her character do?

Oh, there she goes. Colette healed herself just to get a knife in the face. Apparently Ellie meant business.

To suggest that the reaping has put Luke on edge is an understatement and there’s defiance in every stiffened line of his body. Of course, being forced by Peacekeepers into a degradingly cute onesie and gaining a few bruises in the process hasn’t helped, and when he finds himself being shoved into the darkness of the closet he’s immediately twisting around, hoping to exit as soon as possible.

Only he can’t – and something is already there with him. Or someone, he can’t quite tell yet. For an instant he feels the sharp twist of fear in his gut and backs up a half-step, instinctively reaching for a machete no longer strapped to his back. But lurkers don’t talk or smell of alcohol and cloying sweetness and Luke slowly lowers his hand, blinking back at his closet-mate. The make-up and sparkles are a bit much -- seems this is someone enjoying themselves a little too much for the occasion, or so he's inclined to think.

"Look, there might be a way to get the door open from our side." He says into the darkness, glancing away. Although he has a hunch that it isn't so simple. Few things rarely are. "I could use your eyes right now."

Nill almost never smokes indoors, but she certainly smells like cigarettes a lot more now than she used to. It's practically becoming a recreational hobby, which isn't all that healthy, but whenever someone brings it up it never seems all that important.

Nill doesn't seem entirely reassures, but she nods, setting the notepad aside again. She takes one more drag of her cigarette and then balances it on the edge of the cup, so that she's not exhaling so close to Mindy's face.

She looks her over for a moment, and then grabs some of the more paint-like makeup, dabbing her finger in a grayish purple before she starts smearing it onto Mindy's cheekbone.

This might take a little while.

Nill looks significantly less put together now than she did the last time she met with the Signless. Before her stylist had done an immaculate job of making her look good, even if the theme of that was imprisonment, and Nill had done her own hair. Now it hangs limp, not a ribbon or braid in sight, which only ever happens if she's not doing well. Which is understandable, given the circumstances. There are dark circles under her eyes too, but if anyone managed to sleep well after the kids were taken away, it would probably stranger than not having slept.

Part of the reason Nill hadn't immediately panicked when they were listing off the names of the children was because she assumed she would be going into the Arena with them. It wasn't until later that she realized it wasn't the case. The only thing she can do here is win tickets and watch. It's so much worse than being in the Arena would be.

She doesn't really notice him approaching, but she doesn't start when he takes a seat beside her. She doesn't smile, but her expression softens a little, the recognition immediate no matter how different his clothes are now. Her wings flutter a little, and Nill is quick to wave some of the smoke away. She places the cigarette between her lips so she can grab her notepad and write on it. She holds it up for him to see, and holds the cigarette in her other hand, the one further away from him.

I don't mind.
hello again.

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.

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?

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OOC-Earned tickets.

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