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

[reassures]

Her chest is starting to ache, but Nill can't be sure if that's because of how much this hurts to watch or if it's because she's technically never smoked this much before. Not at this age, anyway. It's dull an insistent, like a headache you can't figure out the cause of.

After a few more faces go by Nill pulls her knees up, resting her notepad on them. It's not quite curling in on herself, but it's the closest she's come to it for this entire thing. Her eyebrows shoot up when the Initiate shows up, eyes wide as she watches. He could make it. He might actually make it. Even they think he'll make it.

Until the glass tube, anyway, and Terezi is stunned and the Initiate yells something at her, she doesn't know what, it didn't register in Nill's ears because right that second is when the acid falls and he starts screaming.

[celebrityskinned]

"Yeah. Got callouses on my hands learning it, too. Gave me new respect for cavemen. We had a caveman here, you know. And a zombie..." She dissolves into mumbling a bit, then realizes she's starting crying. She wipes her cheeks and looks at her hand like she can't quite believe that water got there.

"Sorry, I guess I'm an emotional drunk." I've got a lot of dead friends. Including the caveman. She squeezes her small hand over Brock's massive one helping her stay sitting. "You probably wanted to have a halfway decent time tonight."

[ka_sera_sera]

He shrugs, finishing the rest of the bird's outline and beginning to fill it in. His expression now might be a little disgusted - confidence is for matters that truly need it, not these displays of ridiculousness the tribute's gaolers like to put them through.

"Saying I've got to summon up my confidence for this gives it too much credit. I may not've done this 'sleep over' they're trying to mock up here as the rest of you have, but I'll manage it well enough." He puts the final few strokes to the bird stencil and removes it, sitting back to judge his work.

Once judged acceptable, he glances toward all the assorted cases of eye shadow and then back at the man's eyes. "You'll be wanting glitter, won't you? Seems pretty popular with these people."

[worldsaway]

"It is a difficult visage to encapsulate with decorations." He defends, but he looks critically at her cupcake as if he's acknowledging her point. "Perhaps this is what Asgard looks like. More so as it is seen when you are flying away quickly." Yes, that's right.

He places the cupcake down and reaches for the sprinkles in various colours, passing it to her as if it were some important baton in a relay race. "And this shall be the bridge?" He asks, hovering a little in curiosity.

[worldsaway]

"No? But it is a fine beard." He justifies, giving it a scratch before he tilts his head back down and fixes a grin on Loki. He's almost surprised that he hasn't smacked him away at this point, like it's almost too good to be true.

It's a little too easy to believe it's all fun and games when they're here and not in the confines of an Arena, he supposes. His smile softens some, but he quirks a brow. "I fear you may implode if you so much as rest lips on me, brother."

[samson]

Ha ha oh boy, now she's crying... which is super awkward... and Brock makes a little bit of a face like maybe he would like to chew off his own hand to escape. Emotions that aren't on the anger spectrum make him deeply uncomfortable, but, you know, she's drunk. He will give her a pass for that, and tries to keep his OH GOD WHY facial spasms in check.

He is still deeply uncomfortable, though. "Uh... no, it's..."

Fine, is what he means, it's fine, but he just sort of trails off, because. Emotions. Awkward. It's terrible.

"I don't think it's really possible to have a decent time in this situation, so... don't worry about it."

[tricksandmischief]

"Why is that?" Loki chuckles. "Are you that dangerous to the touch? Is there some secret weapon within you that I should know about?"

He tilts his head and studies Thor with mock seriousness. "Perhaps I should test that..."

[molotov]

"Uh-huh," she answers, carefully isolating red sprinkles on a paper plate and then beginning to place them on one of the cupcakes. "We make a rainbow across these three, and then Earth and Asgard are joined."

She smiles at him and pats his shoulder. "You work on that end, we'll meet in the middle."

[celebrityskinned]

"I'm still sorry. Sorry." Something about alcohol makes her say that a lot. Maybe it's because 'alcohol' and 'apologize' have a lot of letters in common or something. That makes sense to her. Totally She dries her eyes and sighs.

Nothing is getting solved tonight, and even getting white girl-wasted isn't enough to drown out how fucked up this whole party for kiddie death matches is.

"I'm just going to invade your pillow fort and sleep and get out of your way. Thanks." She pats his hand, then crawls on hands and knees to the softest pile. "You've been a pal."

Even if even she can see the paralyzing 'oh god tears' expression on his face.

[worldsaway]

"A shield is a very fitting term." Thor sounds vaguely impressed, even. So much so that he's raising his drink as if to toast Sam for that astute observation. "He has quite a burden to bear, I'm sure. As we all do, in a sense." That got heavy fast and Thor falls silent, taking a swig as he considers it.

Of course, it doesn't last long, not with enthusiasm still buzzing between them. "We are not so bad after all, then?" They are a bit of a clique, after all. "Perhaps once we witness your prowess in the Arena we may consider allowing you to join our ranks." He says like the Avengers is a formal establishment and he has any real say over who goes where.

[worldsaway]

Thor rumbles in confirmation as he begins to mimic what she's doing, he's taking more care this time. He's taking it slower and he's being more delicate, but it's difficult with hands his size. Like a bear doing arts and craft, really.

"Did you do things like this when you were young?" He raises a brow at her, still interested in knowing more about her story.

[worldsaway]

"Dangerous to your ego, perhaps." Says Thor, the last person to talk about ego. He thinks Loki may have surpassed him in that regard by an impressive amount, though.

"Not long ago you'd have seen this closet burn before you showed me affection." He can't help being at least a little suspicious and just a little challenging.

[tricksandmischief]

"And then I saved your life," he replied carelessly, partially implying it was nothing yet partly implying it also changed everything.

"Maybe that means I like you a little better now. Although... too much kissing may be pushing some limits. Besides, you already gave me one so that should be enough, surely."

[molotov]

Molotov's red stripe of the rainbow is neater, of course, given that her hands are much smaller, and she smirks a little when she peeks at his cupcake.

"Oh god, no." It makes her snort, just the thought. "I've never made a cupcake in my life. But decorating isn't so hard, you just have to plan it out right. It's a bit like military strategy, planning out where everyone should be positioned."

[fiercestwarrior]

Sif smiles too, she cannot quite help herself, and she feels as if the centuries fall away and she is a girl once more as she clears her throat a little and steps away from him once more to prevent herself from doing more foolish things.

He kissed her back, she felt it, and now he is smiling. She would never have thought Thor to be one to send such mixed and confusing signals.

"You did nothing I did not want you to do, if the way I responded did not tell you clearly enough. If your kiss had been unwelcome, your lips would not have reached mine, of that you can be sure."

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Yeah, he spots that head tilt, but he just grins a little. “I enlisted right out of high school,” he explains. “Then I got the basic training experience, which I’m not sure is all that different except the lack of girls after a certain point.”

Then he makes a face. “Of course there is.” Sam’s pretty much operating under the assumption that there’s a camera everywhere. It’s a good thing he’s not at all body conscious. “So what was your plan, coming in here?”

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"Mmm," he murmurs, still grinning. "Yet. I'm just taking that as a challenge, you know."

No, he’s not offended at all. He would have phrased it with less certainty, more suggestion, if he wasn’t drunk.

He makes a noise of protest when she sits up, not letting go of her until the change of position makes his arm fall off. The main reason why he was good there was because of her, so Venus getting up to get them kind of defeats the purpose. But he doesn’t want to make the Avoxes do it, either, so he doesn’t complain beside that.

...but he also doesn’t protest when she changes her mind and settles back down. “A big breakfast,” he agrees. “And we’ll clean up.” Like he doesn’t clean up everytime he cooks, anyway. “So. Ladies’ choice, huh? You first or me?”

[celebrityskinned]

"Good. Because that's how I meant it."

She makes a raspberry-ish noise with her mouth as she curls back up next to him, turning a baby carrot over in her hand. Somehow, her other arm is looped over his waist, not aggressively pinning him there but keeping him close.

"Me first. Never have I ever flown in an airplane." She gestures at him with the carrot.

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce, for all the strangeness of his life, can underestimate the strangeness of the lives of others. Even when they have little wings on their back. Is she supposed to be an angel or something? It doesn't seem very angel-like to drink and smoke, but he's not exactly a theologian.

"Go ahead. Maybe if we're lucky, you'll set off a fire alarm and we'll all get to leave early."

Perhaps a little too much to hope for, but the dark, dry sense of humor gives his voice an edge.

[reassures]

Everyone picks up vices somewhere along the way. These days Nill tends to stick to smoking when she can, but drinking is an older vice. These days she tries to only do it when it's necessary.

Being stuck in a room watching kids die makes it seem pretty necessarily.

Instead of writing anything she offers him a brief, grateful look in the way of thanks, with a little upturn of her lips at the joke, before she fishes out her pack. She has a cigarette out and lit in a matter of seconds, but instead of putting the pack and lighter away again immediately she holds them out to Bruce in offering. He's free to one if he'd like.

[youbarium]

"It's not the closet." The words are muttered, quick and under his breath, in a tone that is grudging, almost -- god damn it, Thor, this is awkward for everyone here except you.

[arrogantalloy]

"Unless you count boarding school, this would be my first sleep over too."

Tony says sounding bored, after all, who wants to spend the night with a kid who is going to ignore them over trying to realign a compression system in a V6 engine? No one, that's who.

"Besides, last I knew, most guys find putting make up on too girly."

Something Tony can easily say is that he really hasn't been most guys, despite how he acts in public. But he makes an amused huff at the glitter.

"It's popular with all socialites, go for it."

[samson]

Yeah, no, that's cool. It's not like he was totally gonna use the pillow fort for himself or anything. Nah.

Brock just mutters something useless and noncommittal like 'yeah, no problem,' mostly because it wasn't a problem, he was just talking, but also because he can't really bring himself to kick a miserable drunk girl out of his stupid cushion fort.

Instead, he just sits outside and chews on some candy cigarettes.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

“Isn’t it?” Going somewhere strange or not, it is a pretty good one, and Sam’s kind of pleased that he managed to impress Thor enough to get a toast, just by his drunken assessment of Steve.

“Nah. Steve vouches for you, of course you can’t be bad.” Then he chuckles, giving a little snort of amusement. “Oh yeah? You know, I gave Steve my resume, but I thought it was a one job kind of deal,” he says, like he hadn’t signed right up for more after that job ended. Like he wouldn’t keep right on doing it. “If I had my wings, I could really give you a show.”

[ka_sera_sera]

With that permission Roland starts looking over the eyeshadow, looking for one with both glitter and the right color. "Mm. Men don't do this in your world either?"

There's one - red's one of the colors the man wanted isn't it? A good color for this place, bright and unavoidable. And the more eye-catching this turns out to be, the less chance the two of them will be refused tickets for not doing this properly. Red glitter it is. "Somehow I don't think the gamemakers care much about what any of us are used to doing. You'll need to close your eyes for this."

He opens the case, looking over the little tool inside before swiping it through the makeup and leaning forward. "Eyes and then... cheeks, aye? Then lips. If you've never done this sleeping over either we'll have to guess and hope we don't miss anything too important."