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

[milieus]

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.

Comments

[confidentially]

Jessica takes it eagerly, a charming little smile on her face. See? She could go through the motions still, play along at the game. There was no reason to give in to the alarm her Tributes and friends seemed to recognize. "Fun, hm? Tell me, Mister Stark, what does a guy like you do for fun in the Capitol? Me, I'm all out of ideas. This place seems positively boring lately."

[arrogantalloy]

"Me? I leave donuts in suspicious places and see how many people even notice."

He's done it enough times to know that plain donuts get noticed for being placed on a park bench than one with icing and sprinkles, that's for sure.

"Failing that I try to get reactions out of Bruce and Steve. Or build match stick towers."

His eyebrows knit as he admits to the last part. Out loud that sounds really lame and boring.

[confidentially]

If Jessica were a polite sort of woman, she might have smile and nodded. But she isn't, so instead she laughs out loud, sharp and biting. "That sounds super stimulating. I'm surprised they aren't writing articles about you in all the gossip rags."

[arrogantalloy]

"Because here I'm less interesting that I am back home." He looks dramatically contemplative for a moment, playing up to her laughter. "Could have something to do with my being dressed in public here."

[confidentially]

She tosses her head back, laughing. She actually is amused now, no more having to fake it all the way. "If nudity's your angle, I don't see why you wouldn't work it. I mean, the Capitol is like totally mad for a bold fashion statement."

[arrogantalloy]

"Was, my angle. Got a little old and well. Responsible to keep it up, apparently it made me look like a bad role model, and my new hobby meant I had to cut it out. Which really was a good thing because that whole part of my life was getting a bit boring anyway."

He's rambling, he knows that. He also knows he didn't have to vaguely justify why he doesn't keep ending up nude on YouTube anymore. He wants to blame the fact she game him something more of an honest laugh.

"And here, I'm not sure if naked is really a bold statement. Unless I was on a Zebra, I guess that would do it."

[confidentially]

"Zebras are so two seasons ago," Jessica snickers. "You need an elephant. Go big or go home, my friend."