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[fuckingcool]

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.

Comments

[reallynow]

It could probably be considered some form of betrayal to do work for the other teams, but Jolie has established a habit of freelancing through the tower. It does give her jollies having people on other teams wearing her particular style, even if it doesn't always have Jolie emblazoned in diamante across the back of it. In a subtle way, it evens out the playing field and in a less subtle way it's sort of like staking a claim in everything worth her attention.

Liking him personally has very little to do with it in the long run.

Her hands twitch out of a desire to start making adjustments on the spot, but she refrains and laughs politely. That's a hot bed of issues she won't share an opinion on, so she moves along with the conversation when he asks a question.

"I think I'm getting a sixth sense for measurement at this rate, I've had to clock that many body types in the past two years." Definitely more range than various skinny kids. "If you don't mind me personally getting handsy with you, I'm in my workroom most of the nine to five. If not, you can endure my assistant clicking her tongue at you."

[whatisay]

"Well, god knows I'm at the Tribute Center often enough these days. The way my mother goes on about it, you'd think I'd moved out." Not that he can or would; at this point it almost feels like a battle of wills, him unwilling to yield and leave the land he grew up on just to get away from the feeling of being constantly suffocated on a motherly love that's actually poison.

"I'll drop by at maybe noon this Tuesday, if that isn't when you take your lunch break. Usually I have the Tributes out of my hands and into either the gym or Stig's workroom by that hour." He glances over Jolie's shoulder at Calendius Rey, flashing that smile at some other partygoer. "I know I'm not going to be making bodybuilders out of any of them, but it would help if they could all run a lap around the building without collapsing."

[OOC: would you actually be up to threading something like that out, especially after the Caroline texts heat up?]

[reallynow]

"I've pretty much taken up residence in the suites, to be honest. Cheaper than paying a damn light bill for the few hours I'd be there." She gives her shoulders a shrug. "But the only people I have to bitch at me are my plants, and I murdered them long ago." Her smirk is a little more subdued, as if she isn't sure whether to feel bad for not having people out of the tower waiting up for her or be glad for it.

"It's pre-crowning, honey. I don't take lunch breaks, I get micro sleeps in between gluing diamante to everything." But then she waves dismissively. "Come whenever, I'll love the distraction. Just don't expect anything done before the shindig, I gotta prioritise my clowns." She casts a glance over her shoulder at his line of vision, scoffing and shaking her head. "I'd be thankful for mine doing their own work outs if they didn't stink like old rags." She crinkles her nose. "Don't ever come early morning, you'll regret it. Lunch is just fine."

[ooc: I'd love to!! How pissed is he gonna be?]

[whatisay]

Jason laughs at the plant comment, and despite the tone of envy, it's possibly the most honest sound he's made all evening.

"I forget that Stylists work on a different schedule than Escorts. We don't have the rush before the Crowning, but we have to work around the clock during the Arena itself. You never know when one of our charges is going to get themselves near-killed at three in the morning." He gives her a polite nod. "I'll be seeing you soon, then. Enjoy the party."

And with that, he's off to try his limited charm on someone else.

[OOC: Capital-V Very.]