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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"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?”

"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.

Yeah, Sam’s not complaining at all about her arm around his waist, pinned or not. He’s not going anywhere.

At her first one, though, he wrinkles his nose at her, eyes amused. “I can’t remember if I told you I was Air Force or not, but I’m still pretty sure that was cheating.” Still, he takes a swig of water and munches a baby carrot, considering his while he chews.

“Never have I ever been an only child.”

"It may have come up before." She rests her cheek on her hand, fingers still splayed with her number of innocences.

"I had two brothers." The past tense is the key word, the reason her voice hollows out when she says it, why she struggles to so quickly smile as if it's nothing when she puts a finger down. "Never have I ever had a pet."

Definitely a cheater. And shit, he just finds it cute.

Oh. Well then. He wants to ask, because he wants to know about her, but it wars with the desire to keep this light, fun. Well, as light and fun as a game like this played when drunk can be, anyway. The decision's made for him when she moves on to her next turn, and he files the question away under 'later.'

He has to consider that one, though, and finally settles for taking a drink of water but no carrot. "They weren't really pets, but I used to volunteer at a wildlife center, helping rehabilitate raptors, so I'm doing half." Close enough, he thinks. "Never have I ever dyed my hair."

"When you said raptors, for a minute I thought dinosaurs." She grins, resting her forehead against his. They're both arm, flushed with alcohol. "Well. Not a minute. Maybe a few seconds. And now I know you're cheating, but I'm not eating a carrot because I ain't never dyed my hair myself."

She's always had a Stylist do it for her. She wore a wig when she was in her old body and now her prep team would murder her if she tried to mess up any of their canvas before they made their art.

"Never have I ever gotten a tattoo."

He chuckles a little. "Isn't the theory now that they're closer related to birds than lizards? Maybe they'd like me, too." And he refuses to admit to cheating, but the wide grin probably does it for him. Well. If she can see it, with their faces so close together. "Not even half of one?"

And then he has to drink, but he doesn't really want to move far enough away from her to make sure he isn't going to spill water all over them both, so he settles for two carrots instead. "One for my unit, one for my wingman."

It doesn't hurt as much, to mention Riley, when he's feeling floaty like this, when he's snuggled up to her warmth. It doesn't hurt as much as it used to normally, yeah, but like this, there's not even a stab.

"Never have I ever graduated from college."

"Fine, I'll take half of one." She snaps the carrot between her front teeth and swallows it whole, resting her face against his again.

Her smile flutters for a moment, first in uncertainty and then as she kisses him another time tonight. While their mouths meet, she considers how much she trusts him, how she trusts him with her lips and her weaknesses, her back in a fight.

She trusts him with shame.

"Never have I ever graduated high school."

He grins widely at her when she humors him and crunches down on the carrot. “Thank you.”

When she kisses him, he’s a little surprised at first, though he’s guessing it has something to do with that flicker of uncertainty. Then she takes her turn, and he thinks he gets it, in a way that the only decent response he can think of is to kiss her again, a gentle press of his lips against hers before he pulls back a little to take a sip of water.

“Never have I ever been to Disneyland.”

She barely even catches what he asks for a second, so relieved that he kissed her back, that he didn't ask why- what answer does she have? That he doesn't try to tell her it's alright, because every time she hears that she feels pity throbbing underneath it like a bassline.

Then she takes a carrot and crunches down on it, washes it down with water. "But not until I was an adult."

She twines her ankle around his.

"Never have I ever driven a car."

As far as he’s concerned, she doesn’t need him to tell her it’s all right. The majority of the time he’s ever heard someone say that about shit that doesn’t really have anything to do with them, it’s been tinged with condescension, like their approval was all that mattered. And besides, if she wants to tell him more than that, she will.

He smiles in victory at the response to his question, but of course, it doesn’t last. Still such a cheater, man, but he eats a carrot and takes a drink of water anyway.

“Never have I ever been carded at a bar.”

"It's not my fault I'm eternally twenty years old." She pulls a face of mock offense before she crams another carrot in there, chipmunk-style, chewing it in her cheek more than over her tongue before washing it down with water. She brushes at his forehead with her fingertips.

"Never have I ever been with a woman." She pauses. "I mean, not like there's anything wrong with that, I mean, for men or women, I'm just..."

Way inexperienced. The uncertainty that flashes across her face tells him that.

He's so not buying any of that offense, and he just keeps right on grinning at her when she eats her carrot. And even when she takes her next turn, though he sobers a little as she starts trying to amend to it.

"Hey," he says, running his hand over her hair, as if he could smooth away her uncertainty just as easily as he could put a few hairs back into place. "There's nothing about you that you gotta justify to me."

Then he quirks a small smile at her, taking a sip of water and a carrot. "Still such a cheater though. Never have I ever actually had a date to a wedding."

Well, Venus has certainly done enough celebrity weddings with some no-name on her arm (or been the arm-candy for a producer twice her age) that she can't help but eat the carrot and toss back some water.

"Never have I ever dumped someone."

After a moment of thinking about that, he shakes his head. "My first serious girlfriend, it ended when I joined the military. She told me I might as well have broken up with her when signed up to leave, but I don't think that counts."

...he's going to try to cheat again anyway, though. "Never have I ever had someone get me flowers."

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She narrows her eyes, as if daring him to stick to his guns on not counting that as dumping someone, then retreats into a smile once more. "Oh, man, you want me to stuff myself on carrots. I'm only taking one, though."

She pauses.

"Never have I ever wanted to be an astronaut."

He raises both his eyebrows in response, because no way, that so did not count. But he falls back into a smile as well when she accuses him of wanting her to stuff herself. "You caught me."

But he gives her that one, chomping down on another baby carrot. "It was never a serious career choice for me, but I'm pretty sure I did at some point. Never have I ever gone camping." He pauses, then amends, "For fun, anyway."

"Me neither. I mean, I got lost in the woods once when I was a kid and the park ranger had to find me, but that doesn't count."

She curls a bit closer, arm wrapping up his back, nose almost touching his. She can feel his breath tracing little sworls around her upper lip.

"Never have I ever had to pay for my own drinks at a bar."

His eyes slide shut, almost without him realizing, when she curls in closer to him. It’s not because he doesn’t want to focus on her - it’s because he does, and it’s easier to breathe her in, to let himself relax into the warmth of her arms, when he’s not trying too hard to see something that’s right in front of him. “See, that would’ve been the part where I wanted to be a park ranger when I grew up, if it was me.”

He has to eat a carrot at that next one, but it’s almost absent. “Never have I ever dated two people at once.”

"Wow, you must think I'm a ho." She smiles, but her eyes don't open. She stays comfortably where she is, her fingers gently drumming over the back of his neck as if she were playing each vertebrae there like a note on a xylophone. "But no."

No carrot.

"Never have I ever dated two people period. Or at least, more than one date and then politely not returning their calls."

He chuckles a little at that. “Hey, maybe I wasn’t angling for anything. Not all of us are cheaters.”

He really wasn’t, though. He was just looking for stuff about himself, things he wanted to give her that straddled the line of personal without going into territory that was too heavy, when all he wanted to do was lay here and float a little with her.

Of course, he forgets that a little, when he has to hesitate a little at her next one. “I’m gonna have to let you decide this one for me. Couldn’t date much while I was in the military, not anything serious, and after I got out - I wasn’t in any kind of shape, to be able to give anything to a relationship. I tried a couple of times, still not sure how much of a success that was.”

His tone is quiet, and he honestly isn’t sure, how much any of that counts. He’d been a mess, and then he’d been so focused on putting himself back together that there hadn’t been much room, to try to figure out things like relationship status.

"I'm going to make you eat a carrot, because even trying's more than me." She takes the carrot for him and pokes it at his lips, less pressing it in than just outlining his features with it. "I had a therapist say that I probably shouldn't try to even have a relationship until I got my life sorted out, so...I know how that goes."

Once she's got the carrot in his mouth, she lowers her hand and finds his, giving it a squeeze.

"Never have I ever had a driver's license."

Despite the subject - and the fact that she’s making him eat a carrot - he can’t help but smile when she traces the carrot around his lips. Before she can move her hand, he shifts forward a little, to press the barest hint of a kiss against her fingertips.

He’s distracted enough that he’s still chewing his last carrot when she moves onto her next go, so he settles for washing it down with a swig of water. Sam takes a moment to consider, but really, he’s still back on that previous one. Instead of continuing, he takes another drink of water. “Mine said pretty much the same thing, you know. There’s times I still don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to consider my life sorted out.”

Then he smiles a little, makes his tone gently teasing, to give her a way out if she doesn’t actually want to answer the question. “How’s it working out for you?”

"Not driving? That's working out great for me, because I can get chauffered everywhere." She wrinkles her nose at him, knowing full well that that isn't what he asked, and she takes another drink of water. The alcohol's wearing off her a little bit, but she isn't going to admit it when lying down with Sam is so comfortable.

"But for relationships, well..." She saddens, almost as if she were standing in a sunbeam that a cloud has crossed over. "I wasn't smart enough for my last one, but I can't untangle what about the fallout was a shitty breakup and what about it was, you know. Getting arrested and interrogated for three weeks."

She shudders slightly and honestly.

He makes a face back at her, even though he’s chuckling a little. He’d left the question open not to be answered, after all, he’s not going to hold it against her if she doesn’t. “Seeing as the last time I drove a friend of mine wrecked my car, getting chauffeured around does sound pretty damn good.”

It’s wearing off a little for him, too, but he’s not really in any hurry to move.

He goes a little more serious when she actually does answer the question, though. Yeah, that would definitely complicated things. He’s guessing she’s talking about what she’d told him a little of while they were in the blind spot, but he doesn’t ask for more. “Shit, that… sounds like crappy timing all around.” Kind of an understatement there, yeah. “What do you mean, you weren’t smart enough?”

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