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thecapitol2014-11-01 07:57 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-01 07:57 pm
Entry tags:
- commander shepard,
- harley quinn,
- molotov cocktease,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- the signless,
- ✘ azula,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ bucky barnes (mcu),
- ✘ carlos the scientist,
- ✘ loki laufeyson (mcu),
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ mindy macready,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ sif,
- ✘ steve rogers,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ tony stark,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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.
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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Tess could bring herself to watch the old footage from the archives but this...this is something she can't watch for more than a few seconds. Not when she feels helpless standing there while being able to do nothing.
"Still, we won't be helping them by standing around here."
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He couldn’t save every kid. It's impossible; some have already been lost. But no one says he couldn’t try his hardest. He blinks thoughtfully, glancing back to Tess. “Then I guess we better get started.”
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Scratch that.
"Looks like there's an area for...cupcakes?" Tess leans forward and squints. That's what the small sign reads...doesn't it?
She shoots him a questioning glance.
haha, let's do this
The easier options, subjectively speaking – video games, pillow fighting, and spin-the-bottle – are the most popular, it'd seem. He has an apologetic knit to his brow as he reaches back to scratch at the nape of his neck. "I'm tellin' you now I, uh... don't have much experience workin' with any a' that makeup stuff."
It's one of those time-consuming, sacred rituals his girlfriends would have never let him help with, not that he had ever thought to ask. He figures it's on the same level as having someone else shave his face for him. "Figure it can't be all that hard, though. I mean, it ain't rocket science."
hell yeah
Tess looks between him and the make over activity section, lips pressing together as she tilts her head and looks over his features. She's sure she could try to work something on him. Or not, she never cared for make up as a teenager and the same for after the outbreak.
"And you think 'cause I'm a woman that I'm born with a gift for it? I leave that shit to my stylist." All of this she says over her shoulder as she begins heading in that direction.
Brush on some mascara onto his lashes, add some blush to his cheeks - how hard could it be?
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“Hey — look, I didn’t mean it like that, I jus’… Hell, if I’m gettin’ my face done up then I figure I ain’t gonna be the only one between us. We’re in this together now, right?”
There might be the faintest twitch of amusement at the corners of his mouth, despite himself, as he sinks into one of the spare seats by the mascara and face-sponges and finally flips up the hood of his onesie. But it's gone in an instant. Sure, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s had make-up applied but the setting and the circumstances are so very different now, this sorry excuse for a party blatantly mocking everyone’s suffering.
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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
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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.
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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."
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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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The powder is applied (she tries to color match to his skin as best as she can and ends up a shade off) and then the blush, which in her opinion looks too silly for words that Tess can't stop herself from smirking.
As she leans back she tilts her head and wonders what could go on next. Lipstick? Mascara? Eye shadow? The guy doesn't look like he needs his brows filled. "Okay, I think...that's it for the cover up. What's your favorite color?"
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"Orange, I guess." Not even his favourite colour will be able to save him; there's no such thing as coming away from this looking anything but ridiculous, he's sure. But he's far from the only one and maybe in time - when Clementine and Beth were back and safe, or safer than they were out there - he'd laugh at the lengths he'd go for them.
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Luke, if he hasn't already, is going to regret answering that question. Tess pulls out a tube of orange lipstick, uncaps it, applies a small streak over the back of her hand on a snort.
"I'm almost afraid of handin' you a mirror after this is all done. Mouth open," she tells him, something her stylists tell her every time.
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“Pretty sure it ain’t gonna be the worst I ever looked, if I’m bein’ honest.” He says, feeling the echoes of the same reflexive clenching elsewhere in his body. A soft snort escapes him. "I guess that's sayin' a lot." He absently licks his lips again, edging them open.
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"You guess?"
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He doesn’t know her, he reminds himself; doesn’t know what she’s capable of.
And still some worn-ragged part of him is too ready to give in completely at the smallest promise of respite whether or not there was really any to be found. Was this just another game like what the Capitol is imposing on them?