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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!]
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[personal profile] president_evil 2015-02-01 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
It was - ain't aside - a sentiment Wesker could appreciate. Survival of the fittest, in a microcosm.

"But you are certain you're getting your money's worth with those that survive. In inelegant system perhaps, but useful."

And necessary, on would assume, seeing as they certainly weren't minding the bottom-line where to came to the tributes.
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-07 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like they should start the new ones off with boot camp, because I doubt most of them even know what they're getting into." So many young assistants who imagined it would be all glitz and glamour had tucked their tails and ran when they realised the hours, commitment and how terse people who've been kidnapped can be.

"Speaking of money's worth, I think we could all do with a raise. Or better bonuses." She shrugs. "You have much trouble with your lot?" Never mind the fact that he was, and by some standards still is, one of them.
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[personal profile] president_evil 2015-02-07 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"There are a few stubborn individuals," he allowed, shifting slightly as the crab skittered close, many legs kicking up sand in their direction. "But my job allows a certain freedom of punishment. Everyone will expect your tributes to look appropriate, however they perform; but in the arena, stupidity and death go hand in hand."

And Wesker had no qualms about holding supplies back from those who hadn't earned them - by either of his definitions.
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-08 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The skittering crab doesn't scare Jolie much, just enough that she's taking a decided step back from it so she's further away from it than Wesker is. Take him first, freaky crab.

"Harsh." She says candidly, but she doesn't look terribly surprised. "Punishment for me usually ends with embarrassing outfits, but that's where my reign ends. If they embarrass themselves in Arenas, it's all on them." She agrees, before adding. "But someone needs to be gag-reel material, I guess."
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[personal profile] president_evil 2015-02-09 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
So it is in Heaven, and so must it be on Earth.

"One would expect the arenas to be less forgiving than the Capitol, no?" he said, a pale eyebrow lifting in mild curiosity. "Our trials may be burdensome, but that is a death-match by definition."

The eyebrow settled again and he brushed a gloved hand over his sleeve, flicking sand away and toward the crab with a roll of his wrist.

"Besides, it's not as if they can merely switch professions should they be unwilling to meet the standard."
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-12 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
"You never know, actually. Some people act like wearing clean clothes in a colour they don't like is the worst thing about being here." She scoffs, raising a hand to trail it through the lower locks of her hair. "Maybe if petitioning out weren't such a joke we could get the clowns who aren't in it to help their Districts out and start replacing them with people who are into the whole glory of battle deal." A controversial opinion, perhaps, but she's full of them.
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[personal profile] president_evil 2015-02-12 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's that," he murmured, "But then there would be all those former-tributes running about with nothing to do and they couldn't have that, could they?"

Not least of all because they had already proved, on more than one occasion, that enterprising sorts with too much time on their hands could get up to all kinds of heroics. Ill-advised or otherwise.

It might have been amusing, if it didn't made his work all the more difficult. Continually having to prove himself over his fellows.
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[personal profile] reallynow 2015-02-17 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Jolie hums in agreement at his point, considering it for a moment. It's absolutely true and she's pretty certain of the long term negatives it would have for the Capitol, but it doesn't stop her quipping.

"If they can cut in a straight line, I'll take 'em. God knows we're understaffed around here." She gestures vaguely with a faint snort, then drops her hand. "Guess some people are destined to be fillers."
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[personal profile] president_evil 2015-02-17 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not to say they don't serve any purpose," Wesker added with a rather magnanimous lift of his chin. "After all, how else would you recognize the wheat when you saw it, without the chaff for comparison?"