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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2015-01-20 10:58 pm

The Crowning Of The Signless

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.

Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.

The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.

But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.

Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.

The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.

Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.

Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.

The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.

Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.

Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.

A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.

Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.

If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.

The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!

[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
fuckingcool: (my tights are grey no costume)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-01-25 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, yeah, sure. You can get naked in a couple hours, as long as you let them take a few pictures. And hang that shit up nice, I'm not about to be spending an hour and a half steaming it later on." She clicks her tongue at him, as if to say, so there!

She's excited, though, that he seems to enthusiastic about the whole eye patch thing. The queen nods enthusiastically. "Fuck yes," she drawls. "I'll make you a whole goddamn eye patch wardrobe."

[personal profile] meravas 2015-01-26 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who said anything about getting naked?" Was she offering or something?

Chances are he'll toss the entire outfit on a chair in his room and forget about it even as it hits the floor.

"You will?" Holy shit. "Will it take long? How big is a wardrobe supposed to be?"
fuckingcool: (heels are a step from breaking)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-01-28 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
The queen just rolls her eyes. "Metaphorically." Or whatever. She's never sure if she's using that word correctly or not, not that she cares much. It makes her sound smart, right?

"Yeah, sure, why the fuck not? Beats wrestling you assholes into shit you don't appreciate all day long. I'll make you one in every color, formal, casual, shit, I'll make you a sweet pimped-out leather one to go with that harness."

[personal profile] meravas 2015-01-31 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"And in return?" he asks, tilting his head forward.

There had to be something she wanted.
fuckingcool: (don't need to brush my hair out)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-01 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oceana shrugs.

"Don't fuck up in the next Arena too badly. That's all I ask."

[personal profile] meravas 2015-02-03 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll do my best. Won't make a promise I can't keep, but I can try." He offers her a a grin.
fuckingcool: (birds need a nest to hang out)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-06 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's all a bitch can ask for," Oceana grins, laying a surprisingly feminine hand on his bicep. "Having fun? Enjoying yourself? Eaten any disgusting fucking insects yet?"

[personal profile] meravas 2015-02-09 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
He shifts under the touch but it isn't to try and nudge her hand off. He doesn't mind the hand where it is, actually.

"Not my thing. I stuck to the orange things instead. And the... bubbly drink. I think someone called it soda. You?"
fuckingcool: (heels are a step from breaking)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-10 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, right. The orange things. A Capitol delicacy." She rolls her eyes. Way to be specific, dude. "Personally I'm staying the fuck away from all that shit. Who knows what they managed to put bugs in. Uh-uh. I didn't spend an hour and a half beating my face just to tie a napkin around my neck and eat a fucking centipede."

[personal profile] meravas 2015-02-10 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
"It seemed safe and bug free. There wasn't any crunching. Or blood and guts." Which was a plus in his books. "You should give 'em a try."
fuckingcool: (i'm fucking oceana)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-11 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oceana just wrinkles her nose. "Oh, well now that I have that glowing fucking recommendation, sure, why the hell not?" She's being heavily sarcastic, here. None of that shit is going anywhere near her mouth.

[personal profile] meravas 2015-02-14 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, it didn't kill me." He shrugs, arms out at his sides. "I'm still here and breathing. I mean, it could be worse."
fuckingcool: (paper bag bitch busted in the face)

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-14 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oceana sighs, clearly deeply exhausted by all this. Actually, she is exhausted, but mostly because she's been putting in overtime for weeks to get ready for all this shit. But he doesn't need to know that. The queen loops her arm through Bull's, and even as tall as she is, she looks teeny next to him.

"Alright, lead the way to the orange things. I'm fucking starving."

done?

[personal profile] meravas 2015-02-17 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"It will be my pleasure," he says and gives her arm a pat once looped with his, beginning to lead the way to the table of goods.

Bull could go for another drink of the soda they have there, anyway.
fuckingcool: (time for a psychic reading)

sure!!

[personal profile] fuckingcool 2015-02-18 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he may be fucking terrifying, but he's not completely devoid of manners. Oceana laughs. "Alright, come on, handsome, let's go."

It won't be the worst thing she's done all night, anyway.