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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-11-01 07:57 pm

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.

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-15 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Tess is far from being in the mood for half of the ridiculousness that they're being pushed into at this gig but it isn't like they're being given much of a choice on what to do and where they can go. She sends him another look as she hears him semi-apologizing and she says nothing as they enter the little area.

Her hood is pushed back as he moves past her to find one of the seats, making her way for the table of assorted make up. It all looks like unfamiliar territory; when's the last time she's touched mascara for herself or applied lipstick? And what about all the steps necessary for that perfect coverage with primer and concealer and foundation and setting powder?

It makes her head hurt, sometimes.

"We'll see how I feel once I'm done with you," she makes the off-handed reply, hands on her hips as she makes a face down at the choices.

Now where to start and with what? What do her stylists start with usually? Gee, it would be real nice if she started paying attention to that sort of thing
69problems: monosketch (xtra | In this world you tried)

[personal profile] 69problems 2014-11-15 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Cautiously he sets a hand on Roland's chest, letting the other slide up to curl against the back of his neck. This time the uncertainty is less so because Roland is someone he's new to and more because everything else about them is so uncertain. Maybe he ought to try charting it out later. It never really worked for Karkat, but there's no harm in making an attempt.

"I'll show you."

He leans up, hesitates, and then closes the distance between their mouths. The kiss is soft, warm, and he hopes it communicates at least some of the things it's been so hard to get across with words. He does care for Roland. He does want to be close like they were before, more than anything, and if he had his way they would be. It's terrible having to avoid him and bury all that care under a mask of indifference because he can't express it in all the different ways he wants to. This is the one option left and he'll take it over nothing.
Edited 2014-11-15 03:18 (UTC)
burningdaylight: (go on...)

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2014-11-15 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Why do I get the feelin' I'm gonna regret askin' you that?"

It’s not a very promising response she has given him but he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, really, from someone who manages to look more fed up with the entire ordeal than he feels. He rests a hands over his thigh, glancing up at her expectantly. “Look -- iunno. Jus' draw a few lines on me, or somethin', an’ maybe we can call it a day."

Wishful thinking, probably.
gunshiptotheface: (in the battery)

[personal profile] gunshiptotheface 2014-11-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
The noise registered to Garrus, a click, so subtle that it was almost unheard over the rustle of fabric and heavy breathing. It didn't go unnoticed that the only thing separating them was thin material and he certainly felt next to naked without his gloves and visor. It was strangely intimate, even if kissing was awkward, it wasn't something that turians did, but he couldn't say he wasn't willing to try.

He pulled her close, flush against him for a moment, a soft rumble coming through his chest, before pulling back to catch his breath. Part of him hoped he wasn't going to go into anaphylactic shock from this.

She was still close, his hands still on her, and part of him just wanted to kiss her again, despite knowing that part of him screamed that it was a really bad idea.
ka_sera_sera: (old general listening intent stare)

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2014-11-15 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Roland's hand stops its hovering, settling over one of Signless' shoulders. He leaves it there as he draws back, thinking on that kiss. Because it'd been a message as well as a demonstration. Kiss him like that, then? It isn't affection that's the issue, Signless had said.

It feels a little like the old days, trying to make sense of other cultures and customs mid-negotiation, knowing any misstep could cost him. And wouldn't Cuthbert laugh, if he knew Roland was thinking of it that way. He can hear that laugh, almost, and the teasing rebuke that'd follow - not the Cuthbert he'd known again here in Panem but the true one, the one who'd understood him as well as they ever had one another. How he'd laugh at the situation Roland's gotten himself into.

Distraction. He's only distracting himself with this. Face it, Roland.

He faces it. He takes a risk. Instead of copying that other kiss exactly, when he leans forward his lips press against the skin over Signless' brow. They hold there a moment before he draws back, assessing Signless' expression. It wasn't a sexual kiss, that, but perhaps close. Perhaps close enough. His right hand curls over Signless' shoulder and his left hovers, unsure of how to touch before he knows how Signless is going to react.
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[personal profile] fiercestwarrior 2014-11-15 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I break rules when it is necessary. At this moment it isn't."

She hated being locked up with him, but she would hate even more to have the peacekeepers descend on her over a petty squabble with Loki. Like she'd said, he wasn't worth it.
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[personal profile] tookthewheel 2014-11-16 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He had assumed by other guy she was talking about Steve but it looks like he was mistaken. There's only one other person who comes to mind. "You were talking about the other man named Bucky?"

It occurs to him he hasn't seen the older man in a while, not really since leaving the arena. Perhaps not an unusual occurrence as the other Bucky seemed disconcerted by his presence (the feeling wasn't a one way street by any means) but something he now has to think about. It's a concern for another time though.

"A boy named Aang." Bucky doesn't hesitate, thinking that maybe if Shepard wasn't giving her points to anyone else she might be willing to send them to him. "What is it supposed to be?"

He's talking about the cupcake now.
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-11-16 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it's going to get me a ticket to give to a kid in there." He gestures to the enormous screen. "Then it includes lipstick."

Tony had made promises, not allowed so no one knew them. But Tony had made silent promises to both Steve and Bruce that he would try and keep those kids alive as long as possible. And if it means looking like a real weirdo, well... He's looked worse.

"To you're credit yo avoid being high maintenance pretty well." Then he glances at the lipstick. "And as part of that statement you aren't going to make me look like Pennywise, are you? Because there is no actually Tim Curry look I can actually pull off."
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[personal profile] arrogantalloy 2014-11-16 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"This... Really isn't close to your area of expertise is it?"

Tony has been with and around women for pretty much most of his life in one way or another, so make up didn't confuse or scare him, and weirdly he retained a lot of knowledge about various devices. He's sure one day it'll come in handy. Maybe even today.

"Well if you're going to put birds on my face it should probably be a more striking colour, don't you think?"

He puts the stencil to his left cheekbone before adding.

"Aim for a primary colour or black. Birds can be black."
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-11-17 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? Remind me to save you some cookies the next time I get around to making a batch." He'd already promised Initiate some, anyway, and after this - Sam's definitely making good on that.

That's really not what Sam's expecting, but he takes it in stride. It's far from the weirdest quirk that someone's sprung on him.

"Okay," he replies easily. "Is it cool if I ask - is it taking stuff from people in general, or literally being handed stuff? Cause I can put it on the ground, if it makes a difference."
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[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2014-11-17 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Sam takes the glass, but doesn't knock it back quite yet.

"Then he'd have to carry my ass out of here, that'd be a change up," he jokes. "I'll make sure I pace myself. What're you drinking to?"

Sam's mostly drinking to have something to keep his attention from straying to the screen on display, but he still wants to ask.

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-17 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
She must look ridiculous next to him with the differences in their height, him being shirtless with clouds of some sort on his feet while she's dressed up in her dragon onesie, tail and wings and all. Tess plants her hands on her hips and juts her jaw to the side as she looks at the hair clip thoughtfully and then down to those clouds.

God - how can anyone take this seriously? Or him?

"All depends on how you sweep your hair back before you pin it up. What do I know though, I'm no stylist." Here Tess tilts her head, brow raised at his slippers and his pants, arms relaxing at her sides.

Isn't that curious...

"Your affiliation with storms?"
celebrityskinned: (Basic - Three Quarters)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-11-17 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
It matters because it means she isn't illegally getting shitfaced, obviously!

"I'm not beating myself up." She flops her cheek onto her fist, resting there, closing her eyes. "I'm going to let the hangover do that for me."

Soon enough that feels uncomfortable, and there she is laying her head on Brock's thigh. It's completely unsexual, like the way a dog would put their muzzle on their owner's knee.

"What's your life story, Brock? You got a nice voice. I'm just going to close my eyes and listen to you."

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-17 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Somehow I don't think that's how it's gonna work here." Tess tries to sound contrite - tries. "Your face is like an open canvas or some shit like that, I intend to take full advantage of it."

A concealer pen is plucked up and shaken as she turns to him. "I might be in the mood to paint a water scape, who knows. Hold still," she instructs as steps in closer, knee brushing his as she uncaps the pen, leaning forward to dot it over any blemishes or bruising or scarring he might have.

"You might want to close your eyes for this."

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-11-17 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I was thinking more along the lines of Dr. Frank-N-Furter. Pennywise is definitely not my thing." But apparently men in drag was? Who knew. "Let's try to avoid the extreme clown look, yeah?"

Tess pulls down the box of make up to get more on his level since he's sprawling comfortably on those pillows. "You might want to sit up though," she suggests and then raises her brows. "And pucker up."

She doesn't comment on that...compliment. Was it a compliment? Whatever it was, Tess stays kneeling in front of him and waits.

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[personal profile] samson 2014-11-17 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, now he doesn't know if he even wants to play anymore. That just seems unfair.

"You cheat."
samson: (smirkity smirk)

[personal profile] samson 2014-11-17 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Brock's mouth curves up in something edging on a grin, and he looks over at Milla again. He can't work out exactly where the cameras are in here, but really... did it matter?

"Could be," he says smoothly, moving a little closer. Not that there's a whole lot of space to cover; it's effectively a closet. "We could just bump tomorrow up to now."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-11-17 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
Brock is an expert in beating himself up about stuff, okay, he knows what she is doing! Don't try to convince him otherwise, lady.

But oh okay, that's... a thing. That's happening. Innocent or not, that is an awkward situation to find oneself in, a girl's head on your leg, and Brock freezes a bit. "Uh," he says, very eloquently, and glances from side to side. Is anyone else seeing this shit... he's not doing anything... nobody judge him...

"I really don't want you to puke in my lap, so try not to pass out. I work for the government. Of the United States," he adds, feeling the need to clarify. You never know.
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[personal profile] belongsontv 2014-11-17 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Milla has to laugh a little again, clearly not opposed to the closeness. "It would be a starter for tomorrow as well." Usually she doesn't go for something so forward, but she hasn't kissed any one in quite awhile. Her attempts with Sasha back home were non existent and she wasn't going to pine for him forever.

If the Capitol wants a show, she can at least oblige them and kiss a handsome man as well. She smoothly reaches out to trace her fingers along his arm.
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[personal profile] burningdaylight 2014-11-17 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
Under different circumstances her unflinching, no-nonsense bluntness would have had him cracking a laugh – but today he takes it all with little more than a slightly quirked brow before he shuts his eyes, wondering just what he is subjecting himself to when this makeover is beginning to sound like some sort of painful medical procedure. Her knee touches his as she leans in and he shifts his leg a little with the smallest twinge of awareness. Though he doesn't draw it back.

He’s free of scars, at least as far as his face is concerned. But he seems to have a talent for acquiring bruises, fresh ones generally appearing before the others have the chance to fade entirely, and today is no exception. Not seeing eye-to-eye with Peacekeepers will do that. But the point of the concealer dabbing against his hot, aching skin - the edge of one cheekbone and his jaw - undoes it, little by little, while he obligingly sits still.
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[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2014-11-17 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Black it is, then. Roland puts the tin down, reaches to open the nearest black bottle, something small and sparkling, and- "Gods," he mutters, leaning back. It smells. There's a brush on the underside of the cap which he scoops some of the perfumed gunk onto, and he frowns at the stencil a moment before beginning to paint over the skin inside of it.

"Wish you luck figuring out how they get all this off. What next, since you know so much more of this than I do? Rouge? Or... painting your lips?" He pulls a face but doesn't stop focusing on the stencil, moving the brush very carefully over the inside of one wingtip. "How far do they expect us to go with this?"
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2014-11-17 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She settles in, entirely unaware of his discomfort.

"I won't puke." She mumbles something else, but she isn't even quite sure what she's saying, and it certainly isn't anything intelligible. "The government used to hire me sometimes, when I was a mercenary. They'd hire us to take the fall and then they'd clean up the mess and take credit. Paid good."
tricksandmischief: (Smug darkness)

[personal profile] tricksandmischief 2014-11-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
He paused in thought for a moment, then remarked. "It is a rather long seven minutes."
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[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Clearly she is, so Shepard offers the question no more than a halfhearted shrug as she carefully places her next strut in the unstable edifice that is the cupcake before her.

James Barnes wasn't a good man, possibly he was a fairly awful human being, but he seemed like a good friend, which was the important thing. If you listened to Rogers talk, this version of the man was no different, if a bit suggestible.

"What? Oh, uh..." What was it supposed to be? Shepard considered that question and the ramshackle tower of frosting and balsa. The best she could come up with, after some thought, was, "...Tall."

Look, she's pretty tipsy, this is as good as it gets right now.
69problems: zilleniose @ deviantart (xtra | Such selfish prayers)

[personal profile] 69problems 2014-11-18 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
It seems like that might have been the right thing to do. It's a little paler than Signless should really allow but right now it's just so nice to feel cared-for that he can't bring himself to object. Instead he tips his head forward and rests his forehead on Roland's shoulder, lets any lingering tenseness drain from him.

"Thank you," he says softly. "I know this is difficult and confusing for you and you've been so good to me regardless."

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