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

[69problems]

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."

[ka_sera_sera]

He wants to reach out, to let that feeling in his chest connect to Signless with touch and warmth and words, but the feeling is the same one he's been restraining since the crowning, locking down and keeping under close watch. Both his hands now curl around Signless' upper arms, and the tension that's left the other man is still alive and well in Roland.

This feels very like the feelings jam Signless mentioned - and don't think he doesn't feel a moment of disgust here, that his well-trained mind so carefully remembers the phrase that's causing him so much damned trouble. Not responding is almost a physical effort. An important one though, and he makes it, holds himself in a couple seconds of still and pointed silence.

"Kiss me," he says, finally. "If you would. Anywhere you like."

[69problems]

Anywhere, hm? Well. His mouth is right near Roland's neck and so that seems the obvious choice. He tilts his head and brushes his lips over the vein on Roland's throat, feels his heartbeat through the relatively thin human skin.

One of his horns presses up against Roland's jaw, but they're not sharp and they're not really all that unwieldy thanks to their small size so he doesn't really foresee it being an issue. Instead he focuses on the warmth of the skin under his mouth, the feeling of being so close to someone else. He parts his lips and runs his tongue up the vein, blunt fangs brushing Roland's throat as his mouth moves but doing no more than that. He doesn't want to leave marks if he can help it -- it invites too much scrutiny and speculation.

"Good?"

[ka_sera_sera]

Part of him has noted that horn nudging against the line of his jaw, is gauging with professional curiosity how much damage it could do if it weren't so dull. That's automatic, though, absent. The lips on his throat are his focus, the man in front of him expressing his regard the only way he can.

The question gets a grunt. Not many subtle variations of mood can fit into such a sound, but far as it can, this one sounds a little impatient. Touch is the point of this, whatever and wherever Signless sees fit to give it, but one touch is much the same as another and Roland does not quite understand the question. His hands cover Signless' sides in a loose, careful grip and move down, the shape underneath the clothing a familiar one, and Roland begins to lean forward, presses his hands against Signless' hips, wanting to urge him to move until his back's nearly flush against the door behind.

[69problems]

"Ah--"

He lets himself be moved, heartbeat quickening as his back presses up against the door. If it was unclear before exactly how far Roland was assuming they'd need to go to satisfy whatever is expected of them, it isn't any longer.

Part of him thinks to protest -- his outfit is already embarrassing enough without stains and is now really the time, with their friends dying on screen just twenty feet away -- but the rest of him is distracted by those hands on his hips and how close the two of them are and how warm the closet is getting. He undoes one of the buttons at the neck of Roland's pajamas, pushing the neckline back so he can kiss at the other man's collarbone.

nsfw from here on, probably

[ka_sera_sera]

He watches the top of Signless' head, thinks of the distance that's been between the this last little while. They can close that distance now, if only physically. If only for a time. So he does.

The first thing he does is run his fingers through the dark hair currently brushing against his chest, inspects the rare unbound look of it. Then his other hand creeps up, works its way underneath the hem of that ridiculous pink shirt and begins to run a finger around one of those sensitive spots on the man's side. Right where he remembers. Going for that a bit soon, probably, but in this setting their time is a little limited. He steps a leg in between Signless' as he does it, tilting his head because if they're going to do this, he wants to get a better look at Signless' face as it's done.

[69problems]

It's a lot of sensation all at once, certainly faster than he's used to -- or maybe it's because this kind of touch has been so rare for him since he's come to Panem that what he's used to has changed. Either way he shivers and bites his lip, intent on keeping this at least somewhat private by being sure no one hears his noises.

The fun thing about Signless's hair is that it looks much the same unbound as it does tied; no matter what he does with it, it's messy and all over the place. Somehow it manages to be both spiky and curly at once in that particular way troll hair has of defying all logic. His bangs have fallen into his face as they often do. He gives his head a little shake to brush them away, leans it back against the door so he can look up and meet Roland's eyes. It's strangely electrifying in the low light.

Well. If this is what they have to do to get tickets, he needs to keep up his end of things. The hand at the back of Roland's neck presses, urges him down just enough for another kiss. This one is deep and purposeful, less a careful question and more a direct statement.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland feels that statement, feels those unspoken words and moves his lips against the other man's, speaking in return. He spends a moment there, dwelling in that feeling, and then shifts. He leans his side against the door, moves his hand from one of Signless' sides to the other, arm wrapping tight around his waist, and his left hand brushes over Signless' hip, settles on his thigh and gives a brief squeeze.

His mouth moves, nipping along Signless' jaw. A little hair gets in his mouth as he does it, which is something that's never happened to Roland before, but he's almost sure he managed it without much awkwardness, and it's worth it to find out whether Signless' preference for biting extends anywhere beyond his neck. Useful, too, in that he can pull his head back once he's gone a little ways, study Signless and try to judge where he wants things to go next, hopefully without appearing to do so.

[69problems]

As it turns out where Signless wants things to go next is irrelevant, because at this very moment someone realizes it's been seven minutes and decides it is high time to open the door. With the both of them leaning on it that means they suddenly have nothing to support them and, tangled together as they are, they wind up pitching sideways toward the ground at an alarming rate.

[ka_sera_sera]

He grasps at one of Signless' shoulders, automatically twisting himself in such a way that, hopefully, he'll take the brunt of the impact. But his instincts, for once, are hardly necessary. It's only normal ground, if a bit too hard to land on like this, and only normal faces peering down at them. Strange to be reminded where they are, what it is they'd been doing - or supposed to have been doing.

Which, it turns out, they have. Well. Alright.

He takes the tickets slowly, looks at Signless and opens his mouth. Closes it. There's nothing to say, after all. Nothing has changed. He sighs, starts pulling himself free, and forces himself to look away.

aaand this is probably just about done

[69problems]

Right. Tickets. It's small comfort to find they'd been doing what they were supposed to when they're no closer to any kind of actual resolution, but Signless will take a small victory over nothing but a bruised shoulder. He wants to say something but can't summon any words that feel right.

Probably it's best if they part ways now. He starts back over toward where the broadcast of the arena is being played, brushing his shoulder against Roland's as he walks. It's the closest to a proper goodbye he can give.