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OCEANA / oliver gunn ([personal profile] fuckingcool) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2015-01-06 12:58 pm

[OPEN] ain't no party like a D̴̡̀R̶̵̶A̷̵̡̛͜G̷͟ ̀҉̸̀͢Q͝҉͟͏U҉͘͟͜͡Ȩ͜҉͞E̷͢Ņ ̷̷̕Ṕ̷̧̛͞A̷͟R̸̛̕Ţ̀́Y̵̴

Who| Oceana Gunn and all you party people
What| Oceana's throwing the craziest party of the year to celebrate the end of the Arena, and you're invited. Feel free to mingle, post open starters, and tag around to your heart's content!
Where| Her bachelor(ette) pad in the Capitol
When| Post-Arena, pre-Crowning
Warnings/Notes| Uhhh. Drugs, alcohol, sex, language, etc are all possibilities within!



It's high time that someone threw a really great party in this town.

Oceana's been laying low, working on costumes for the upcoming Crowning and watching her babies kick ass in the Arena, but after a while she gets an itch. An itch to invite hundreds of strangers to her penthouse apartment, dress up in her most sickening clothes, and let the booze pour. So that's exactly what she does. Invitations are sent out, crates of liquor are ordered, food is catered in, and the lights are dimmed way down low.

Her apartment is spacious, minimally decorated because it looks fucking cool and she's barely around anyway, and full of dark corners. The living room has a huge table full of finger foods along one wall, a champagne fountain, and a full bar with virtually endless liquor. The music is loud as hell, and the drag queen has even gone to the trouble of paying people to come early and dance, so that the dance floor is never empty.

The hostess herself will be mingling all evening; the glass of vodka in her hand is never empty, and always garnished with at least six olives. She may not be the classiest bitch in the capitol, but it's apparent by looking around that she knows how to throw a killer soirée.
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-26 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Jason fixes Stephen with a bit of a perplexed look, as if he can't quite imagine what it's like to enjoy having a Tribute around. The idea seems entirely foreign to him.

"You know we're not supposed to get attached to them, Stevie. That's practically the first rule in the Escort's Handbook." Not a written one, but a rule of law nonetheless. Jason feels no sympathy for Stephen's plight now, thinking that by weak constitution Stephen got himself into the trouble of grief.

"Oh? The one with the teeth and the Peacekeeping badge? Why?"
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this can be arranged

[personal profile] a_minute_younger 2015-01-26 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Gary gets the distinct impression that he's just been rejected, but that would be unpleasant, so he decides that it must have been an illusion from the music. He glances over and cups a hand to his ear for emphasis.

"What?" Two can play at this shouting game. "A mink? You know tribbles are in right now, don't you?"
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-26 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Jason smirks, amused by Oceana's rundown of her cadre. He'll give Oceana that, she has a quick wit and good observation skills.

"Psiioniic looks like a bumblebee. By the way, he's hoarding tribbles. You might want to do something about that before they breed and infest." Jason frowns for a moment, recalling his altercation with the troll in the lobby over the furry creatures. "If I were you I'd be pretty straightforward about keeping people's hands off the merchandise with Rogers. Then again, I've been told I got a reputation for raising my voice."
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-26 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Charming," he says, covering whether he's actually disgusted or not by tossing back a little more water. "You're cleaning up a mess, too? You have to wonder if they just handed out these positions like candy to the nearest person who wanted to get close to the 'celebrities'."

He makes air-quotes at that last bit. "We're too soft on them in general. Back when I worked in Ten we were allowed to whip them if they acted up. Never had to, because the threat alone worked wonders. Then again, we were also working with actual children."
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-26 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, Jolie. Nevermind your Tributes, don't do that to the viewers." The image of Jack Sparrow in drag - scraggly beard and all - does bring a wicked sort of smirk to Jason's lips.

"I don't know, I think we should make all of them wrestle gilded tigers, personally." Some Capitol citizens think that Mentors are just District or offworld people who have proven themselves worthy of the Capitol; others, like Jason, thinks being uncivilized runs in the blood. The Capitol might be safer if fewer people put their trust in people who've killed and betrayed their way to join the club. Still, he doesn't sound totally serious. "Don't jinx it. I'm already funneling all my paycheck to my idiot brother and my mother so she can get herself a new fainting couch."
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[personal profile] sergius 2015-01-26 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's back in District One." There's a strange melancholy in Sergius' voice, an emotion that really has no place at all at such a festive little get together. Realizing this, he shakes his head, adding quickly. "We're not like, fucking or anything. But Val's my man, you know? He's my soul mate."

That too sounded a little, you know, intense for the occasion, but he's not about to apologize or backtrack. It's the honest truth. There's no one he'd rather be with than him. "Maybe you've seen him before. He's uh, tall-ish. Dark hair. A victor from District One. Kind of an asshole. Has the air of an asshole about him."
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[personal profile] capitolprivilege 2015-01-27 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Stephen waves that off with a hand. He knows, he knows.

"Yeah. Just--try not to get near him if you can help it. When he came here, there was some very serious cultural misunderstanding, and while a lot of the big things have been worked through, I'm always just a little bit afraid that something's going to set him off."

He shakes his head.
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-27 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, with a story like that I'm going to want to hear details." Jason folds his arms, as if settling in without sitting to hear this tale. "This sounds less like a cultural misunderstanding and more like an event."

And then his voice drops a bit. "Set him off, what, has he bitten someone?"
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[personal profile] sergius 2015-01-29 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
In all fairness, there's actually nothing Sergius would rather do than sleep with Val, but that's another matter for another day. Now all he does is give a little shrug, a little quirk of his lips as he stares into the abyss that is his cocktail. "Yeah, that's him. You call him a catch I call him... well, yeah, he's a catch but he's also a dick."

He shakes his head, then looks back to Oceana. "Three years we've lived together. One here, two back in D1, and now blamo, I'm on my own. It's fucking bizarre being back here without him."
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[personal profile] capitolprivilege 2015-01-29 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"He ate people his first Arena," says Stephen, matching Jason's undertone. "Killed other Tributes and ate them. The thing you have to understand is, his mind works in terms of efficiency and productivity. He thinks like a business. That's how he thinks of everything. So he thought it was efficient to eat other Tributes."
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-01-30 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it is efficient," Jason says, although his face contorts in disgust, as if this just proves further to him that Tributes aren't like Capitol Citizens. Those are the sorts of stories you hear about the Districts, the urban legends that the reporters of Panem aren't supposed to let reach the people nestled in the good city. "Disgusting, but efficient. He hasn't started putting garnish in the beds of any of his suitemates, has he?"

Jason laughs at his own joke, as if it's funny.
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-01-31 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Say what you want, plenty of people find a butch queen compelling. Plus I have at least one or two pretty ones." She's thinking of Brock in some spaghetti strapped monstrosity with permed to death hair and it's killing her.

"Maybe. Nobody likes damaged goods, though. Why do you think he hit rock bottom once he was down a leg?" She shakes her head, a severe expression on her face as she condemns someone for taking part in a rebellion that she had a hand in.

"You've gotta save something for yourself. How else are you going to drink to forget?" A little concern crosses her face, even if she's aware that he's a douche. His family has been riding the sympathy pony for a while, but Jason smacks of someone stuck in a self fulfilling prophecy. She doesn't want to give him pity or charity, but her eyes fall to that suit and she can't help meddling.

"You should give me a break from petulant baby tributes sometime and let me sew you something. How much would that piss off Seven's stylists?"
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-01-31 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't want to hear it, don't make yourself a target." She gives Oceana a withering look, because she should know better than to come for her. However, it would be boring if she never tried and she never had a good reason to take her down with one hit.

"I know you do." She retorts, leaning her head back on Oceana's when she cuddles up. "I love you too, jerk." Couldn't say it without the accoutrement of course. "How's all your shit been lately? All your babies behaving?"
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-02-01 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I say, should've put a wire in that spare leg of his. Recorded all his seditious conversations with Earp. But no one listens to my bright ideas."

He keeps a snarl off his face, but it lurks inside his chest, cohabiting with his lungs and his heart that keeps stubbornly beating at its elevated pace. It's an instinctive reaction to pity, to want to spit it back in Jolie's face, to insist that he can manage on his own and that the ship he's running isn't a slipshod skivvy that he's keeping held together with both hands. Instead he just looks dimly stunned for a moment.

On the other hand, it's a free outfit, the most humiliating part of the fall of his family is the fact that he can't necessarily turn those down. One of his Tributes has already commented on him wearing the same suit jacket three times in a week.

"I don't think Stig would notice, honestly." Jason leans in and stage-whispers. "He's actually blind to decent fashion. Just doesn't see it. His head trauma means that it doesn't stick in his brain."

And then, with the anger redirected at Stig and not at Jolie, he answers the actual request. "I'd appreciate that, if you have the spare materials."
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-01 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
For the majority of her life, Jolie has had the luxury of speaking her mind when she wants to. Her family isn't as old money as the Reagans and she doesn't have the political connections of a Blackwood, but she's been cultured to believe that she doesn't have to exercise much tact for anyone on or below her level. Given the way he was yelling earlier, it may not have been the best idea to make an offer like that, but she's not the type to pull him aside later and tell him he looks stupid.

Either way, in her eyes, she's coming off successful. If he turns her down, he continues to look like shit by her standards and if he says yes then she's presented with yet another opportunity to do her part as a Stylist and do something nice for a guy who could probably use a hug and a psych more than a suit.

A sly smile returns to her lips when the small moment of dread for an unpleasant reaction passes. "It'll be like the Emperor's new clothes all over again, then." She chuckles, keeping her smile in check when he acts agreeable. "It'd be my pleasure. You know I like it when I can get pretty people in my clothes." She pulls a face, dramatized for emphasis. "Pick up line not intended, of course."
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-01 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I dunno what to expect anymore. Everyone is bitching, my only problem is that I'm only just getting ladies into my stupid sausage fest and that they need to stop bringing people in from the past. Caught some fucker trying to set himself on fire with a toaster, I swear to god."

She snorts. "Was it that bad, huh? Good thing you of all people don't need to touch up her roots."
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[personal profile] whatisay 2015-02-01 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Like I say. I appreciate it."

Jason smirks and looks flattered for a moment. He knows he's pretty, thanks to the Compson fortune before his parents and siblings pissed it away. Nosejob at sixteen, invisible braces through his adolescence, and most importantly, he was raised to carry himself in a way that marks him as one of the elite. Confidence, arrogance, superiority can hide all sorts of parts of someone's face or body that might otherwise cast them out of the echelons of handsome men. He runs his hand through his hair.

"Besides, I may have more luck getting my charges something to eat if I'm not running to Sponsor meetings wearing...this." He gestures to the suit, the loose thread at the corner of his cuff, the awkward stitch along the knee, and he actually does look ashamed and angry at the entire world, the entire universe, for just a moment. Humiliated that his financial status is so obvious. His face is slightly reddened.

"Do you do sizing, measurement, the entire thing or do I just pop by, see your assistant for ten minutes and then see a full suit in a week?"

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