It's all it will take, we'll go down in history

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Who| Everyone in the Tribute Center (plus various Capitol citizens are in attendance)
What| A Saturnalia inspired extravaganza!
Where| A large, festive ballroom
When| Tonight!
Warnings/Notes| N/A? Let me know if this needs a warning!

Jennifer had spent weeks on the preparations for this glorious night, arranging for the food and gifts and music and dancing. Everything would be perfect, and she was certain all the attendees would have a marvelous time. And besides all that, this would be a perfect way to celebrate her husband's return to the Capitol! It had been weeks since Arturas had any time off to spend at home. Surely he'd be delighted by the fanfare and revelry.

The invitations stated that the party began promptly at 6:30, to bring an appetite, and be ready to dance. The attendees were instructed to dress in costume, to participate in the role-reversal theme of Saturnalia. Capitolites were to dress as Tributes while the Tributes were to dress in the most outlandish Capitol fashions imaginable. Jennifer herself was wearing a replica of the District 2 space costume, bedazzled and covered in crystals, for an extra glamorous kick, while her stoic husband sat at his table with his politician friends, dressed in an ice skating costume, a throwback to Arena 11. Clearly he had business to attend to, so it would be up to her to see to the party.

She made her way toward the entrance and prepared to greet everyone.

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DINING

[milieus]

[There is food beyond food at the party. Tables seem to overflow with an abundance of delicacies, opulent meats and desserts, anything imaginable. It's all here to be sampled and tasted.]

Sandy Lou Who?

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy's outfit according to Portia was "A minimalist couture" but all Sandy saw was an alien child in a shimmering pink dress.

Still the food was good as always and so long as Sandy remained camped out at a table eati ng herself into a coma she wouldn't be expected to dance. She wasn't much in the mood for dancing tonight but rather just wanted to soak up some of the warmth radiating off the capitolites who didn't seem to have a care in the world.

She was however mildly irritated to see some who were dressed as people she knew.

Where did one even find a "Pruna" costume?

Jessica Wakefield ; open

[confidentially]

Jessica looked positively radiant in her outfit, an a midnight blue bodysuit inlaid with gold and orange lights which twinkled and glittered like the night sky, or a city skyline. Anyone with a keen memory would recall it was essentially a more grown up version of the costume she'd worn eight years ago as District 3's Tribute. It seemed like a suitable outfit considering the tone of the evening. Not that she especially seemed to care. She was busy drinking every beverage in sight, punctuating her alcohol consumption with the occasional dessert. If there was one thing these Capitol parties were good for, it was the food.

[arrogantalloy]

"Was there a drinking challenge no one told me about?" Tony asks with a raised eyebrow.

Since actually meeting her after his more recent death, Tony had been noticing her about more and more, and at this moment while at the party, noticed her almost drinking herself around the globe. Something he can say he's done before and only vaguely remembered some reasons while it was not something he wanted to repeat.

He can't tease her too much, as he has a scotch in his own hand, while he was dressed in a deep blue suit with white, yellow, and pink crystals arranged on the fabric in different sizes to look as if he wrapped himself in a galaxy.

Grantaire; open

[permets_tu]

Grantaire appreciated a good party. It was true he preferred to, more often than not, pursue a good time in the more subdued company of smaller gatherings, found comfort and happiness in incendiary groups who drank and joked and spoke very finely of revolution, but it was also true that he would not turn down the occasional well plotted party. That this was a mandatory event alleviated any trouble where his own preferences might have deviated, and where he may have been shut away and wallowing in the horror of the recent Arena and his poor run of it, he is instead here.

He pushed the harrowing memories of the Arena away in favor of entertaining more flippant thoughts, such as wondering at what the little delicacy he held between his fingers was. He popped it into his mouth, making a face that communicated pleasant surprise, and reached for another. After the misery of the Arena he intended to take full advantage of the spread before him, with a vague ambition towards getting outrageously drunk as the evening progressed. There was an excellent chance of him making a scene, which he acknowledged with a sedate sense of apathy.

[confidentially]

Normally she would have avoided someone like Grantaire, since there's nothing like being in the presence of another alcoholic to really make an addict squirm. Watching him move, every little thing, it made her suddenly hyperaware of those tendencies in herself, and she was disgusted. But she had an obligation to him. She was his Mentor, he, her Tribute. And dammit, she was going to do her best to actually get on with one of her Tributes for once.

"You," Jessica said as she slinked up beside him, looking down her nose at the food in his hand. "You haven't even said hello to me yet. Come here. What's your name? You're not avoiding me, are you?"

DANCING & MINGLING

[milieus]

[The live music is in full swing, and there are people of all walks of life chattering and visiting together. Come, make a friend or two!]

Re: DANCING & MINGLING

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy never cared for the outlandish clothing the Capitolites wore. It was always so put on and fake to her, and the idea of having to carry on like some kind of frenzied peacock in it was slimy at best, abhorrent at worse. Still, after seeing someone like Korra and having a stylist like Oceana, she decided on something she liked that she thought even fit the theme of the party.

Man, if Kenny or Gary even see me in this outfit...

And THAT felt weird too. Being sociable again after wanting so long to stay out of that kind of shit, to be her own girl, stay in that mentor place. Braniac and Eva's death had meant to serve as a warning to them all, and Mindy had made sure that her own tributes heeded that enough. The resistance were likely licking their wounds, so she'd have to play it safe now. That meant going to these parties, listening and finding out scraps of information where she could and being as non threatening as she could.

The training area was a different place altogether for her to let herself free, but for now, this was the side she knew the Capitol needed to see. She had eaten a little and accepted some of the pitied dances, only to have her dance partners find that, thanks to Villa's instruction, Mindy knew quite how to keep up with the dance and compensate for her lack of size. It amused her to no end, seeing some of the female Capitolites annoyed at the attention Mindy garnered from their dates at her skill.

Like any of this is real, she thought to herself, drinking some punch and standing off to the side for the time being.

Eponine open

[gardienne]

This was one of those parties that Eponine was more than convinced she'd be unwelcome at, and one that even her stylist and prep team didn't think she'd be wanted at, especially after her latest outburst. But they had also considered it good for her to go, to show willing that she could play along and do as was expected, instead of disrupting everything.

So she was there, dressed to the nines in a nude bodysuit, with a light framework dress over the top, with her hair neatly twisted up. She was past self-consciousness in what she wore, and she looked eagerly for her friends, the better to spend a torturous night with, than alone.

Re: Eponine open

[revvinguptheharley]

"Psssst."

A hiss of a whisper from behind her and who to Eponine's wondering eyes should appear but a Festively dressed Harley Quinn beaming with cheer.

"Mistletoe~" She purred pointing upwards with a wicked smirk on her painted lips.

Thankfully there was no actual mistletoe.

Re: Eponine open

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Interesting." She'd had grievances with Eponine in the past, but clearly, that felt like a lifetime ago. She'd punched Eponine, been spat at the girl, and in the end, Mindy found that she couldn't even be bothered to hold a grudge. The Capitol was great at making their awfulness at the forefront of her suffering. "What kinda look were you going for with that? You're gonna put someone's eye out."

Mindy liked to think her

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"Interesting." She'd had grievances with Eponine in the past, but clearly, that felt like a lifetime ago. She'd punched Eponine, been spat at the girl, and in the end, Mindy found that she couldn't even be bothered to hold a grudge. The Capitol was great at making their awfulness at the forefront of her suffering. "What kinda look were you going for with that? You're gonna put someone's eye out."

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[permets_tu]

Grantaire found her with no great difficulty. A bemused smile played over his lips as he drew closer and though he was growing more accustomed to the outrageous styles that enjoyed popularity in the Capitol seeing her dressed thus was a sight to behold. His own outfit did not deviate too greatly from what he was accustomed to, the trousers a bit more snug, the shirt the same, a waistcoat that matched in color to her strange dress, and provided welcome familiarity in the wake of the ridiculous skin suits of the Arena.

"Exotic bird, or fairy," he said pleasantly as he drew close enough to brush his hand over a bared shoulder. "I know not which to liken you with. The answer lies with you, I reckon. Do you feel more avian this evening, or is it sly and beguiling?"

Harley the space elf

[revvinguptheharley]

Despite knowing full well the theme was supposed to be outer space, Harley could not let the amount of time between now and Christmas go unrepresented in her outfit.

Clad Festively and yet skimpily at the same time Harley pranced along the dance floor seizing hold of some unfortunate victim and shouting "Conga Line!!!"

Wiggling her hips and kicking out her feet the giddy girl would claim to anyone who asked she was a martian celebrating "Space Hanukah"

Whatever had happened in the last few weeks to cheer her up? It was clearly working.

Calendius Rey

[perfectus]

To say Calendius is a good mixer wouldn't quite cover it. He's charming as hell, and he seems to know it. What's more, being dressed up like an alabaster statue and covered in white and silver glittering body paint doesn't seem to perturb him at all. In fact, if anything, he wears it (the limited yardage that it is) with pride.

He's all smiles perfect teeth as he moves through the crowd, kissing acquaintances on both cheeks as he meets them. It's as if there is no place he would ever rather be than listing to whatever vapid chit chat and gossip is the talk of the evening and actively contributing to it. If his investment seems a little bit disconcerting, it's probably because you just don't see the wonder of small talk. It's an art, and one that requires careful practice and cultivation.

[milieus]

Jennifer, meanwhile, is mingling with a crowd all her own, subtly eying Cal from across the room. He's difficult to ignore, demanding attention like he's the only person of note in the room. He's utterly impossible, and very unprofessional to boot. Still, it was hard to deny his magnetism.

Sharply, she averted her gaze again and turned her back to him, so as to ignore him utterly.

open!

[reallynow]

Not one to let her rep as a stylist slide, Jolie has pulled out all the stops this evening. Her dress is a subtle homage to space shit while her wig is shades of purple pulled into a messy bun with ringlets framing her face and full of sparkles and glitter to represent stars.

Arenas have become a time of increasing loneliness for Jolie, so the chance to get out and mingle with some of the returning tributes was something she was all too eager for. She's sipping cocktails and mingling, but every so often she's inclined to grab someone, anyone, by the arm and lead them toward the dance floor eagerly. "Ever been outdanced by a man in heels before?" She punctuates the question with a flirty quirk of her eyebrow, but she'll let go if the partner doth protest too much.

By the end of the night, her ass has found a chair and one leg is thrown over the other so that she can bob her heeled foot up and down as she works at a sweet scented e-cig. As ever, she is all class.

[libertin]

Courfeyrac does not protest too much to a dance, even if though it is a bit odd for him to be dragged to the floor to dance with another man. Even if the man is in a dress, and the dress looks rather flattering. Something in his pride stands in the way of him fully accepting the situation, but he likes dancing well enough, and with his facial features restored and his beard shaved away, he too looks quite fetching and ready to enjoy the evening. What harm is there in a dance? What harm is there in a little fun?

"I must admit," he says, chuckling under his breath as he allows Jolie to pull him to the floor, "I've not been in a situation such as this before. It must take considerable practice to learn to dance like this in an outfit like that. I admire your dedication to your fashion."

He would have ended the statement with a 'sir' or a 'miss', but truth be told, he cannot tell which one he is to use.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony's seen her sway around the dance floor most of the night and if he was in more of a dancing mood he would have certainly made himself available for her, but his mind is still enough caught up on the fact there's an arena happening that he's not apart of that it has killed some of his more jovial nature.

So he finds her at the end of the night, a martini in his own hand as he sits down next to her in his own galaxy themed suit of a deep blue with white, yellow, and pink crystals arranged on the fabric to look as if he wrapped himself in a galaxy.

"You know, I think you wore your heels down out there."

He comments before sipping from his glass.

GAMES VIEWING

[milieus]

[Of course, the Hunger Games are still airing, so there's an entire side room of the party devoted to watching the Games. Tired of dancing? Why not take a break to watch the show?]

Azula's a gift to us all in her opinion.

[burnedbrighter]

Azula was lounging in the viewing area taking a break from mixing and mingling to cast a watchful eye over her remaining tributes.

Sam in particular was making a great showing for himself as he went out of his way to try and help other tributes. It was endearing in a frustrating sort of way. Shepard on the other hand was burning through the battle field exactly as Azula had suspected she would once it was apparent the powers were turned on.

Her dress seemed to consist of a thousand red and gold bows which shimmered in the light and rustled when she walked. She enjoyed the way the curves of each ribbon moved with her own and regretted the sound they made as it had grown irritating after the first hour.

And so she remained stationary for the time being with a glass of wine, casually scanning around her to see who else was thinking of their tributes when they should be enjoying the decadence of capitol life.

Re: Azula's a gift to us all in her opinion.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy, of course, WOULD run into Azula right now. Granted, Mindy would have to admit the woman looked stunning in her dress. That aside, she was looking at her own tributes, fingers crossed. Of course the hole spectacle was a pain and a half, but if there anyone besides her tributes, it was at least Kenny or Clem.

There was wine, but Mindy had opted for some club soda for now, wiping her brow. Dancing up a storm definitely was enough of a workout.

"So," she said, looking Azula up and down, "been awhile. What you been up to?"

Torin | Open

[bravelyplucked]

Torin can't say the Games are pleasant viewing, but they're important viewing. Keeping tabs on his Tributes is his job, after all, and when he feels he's made the appropriate rounds and the appropriate small talk at the rest of the party, he'll park himself here to keep an eye on things...not that he can do anything about it through arranging for bonuses with the sponsors. It's making these Games particularly grating for him.

At least he's old enough and stubborn enough that he won the constant battle of back-and-forth with his stylists, and he's there in one of his usual trademark white suits. He's got that minor victory. Better than nothing.

hello from D2's former escort!

[milieus]

Jennifer spotted the old familiar face near one of the viewing screens and has slowly made her way to him with his candle gift in hand. It seems like it's been ages since she's seen him, and needless to say she's pleased at his appearance at her party. Gently, she clears her throat, then gracefully extends his present to him. "It's such a treat to see you, Torin. I do hope you're enjoying the festivities."

[carnagecarnival]

He doesn't normally die so early in the longer arenas. Injured, sure, he's been injured plenty, but his deaths always come late, dragged out to the ending weeks. Not this time. This time was a piercing skull and sickening absence of weight opon his head putting a churn in his guts, finally coming to a close with a sudden snap of doors.

Half of him thinks he can remember it happening. Another half of him doesn't. That's all unnerving up of its own.

But then comes the Core. The little ball of machinery stealing his voice and letting echo through the space port. He doesn't know if he's watching this all as it happens or hours too late from his revival, but he watches with a dull but growing horror.

His mouth opens mute, his eyes watch wide, and his claws dig into the fabric upon his folded knees. He's knelt before the television like watching an avenging god bring down wrath, as Nill picks up the orb.

GIFT EXCHANGE

[milieus]

[Jennifer has had personalized gifts for everyone in attendance: Special candles carved in their likeness! It's a very thoughtful gift, isn't it? Of course, other guests are welcome and encouraged to exchange gifts as well.]