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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!]
carnagecarnival: (heh sup)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-02-26 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
She takes it well. That tells him much all of its own. A girl will either do very motherfucking well here, or very poorly, is what it tells him again. But in just this instance, he's got his bets placed on the former.

He nods. "BELIEVE IT TO BE. The Tributes here a good motherfucking people. THEM IN SELECT OF CAPITOL AS WELL. The best as I've ever known be here. IN ALL IRONIES OF US KILLING EACH OTHER CONSTANT." He adds that last bit with a wry grin.
needlebearer: (❆ 008)

[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-02-28 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't manage to grin back, her own face troubled. It's clear she's been turning over this problem for a while. "But how can you be friends with people who you have to kill? And who are trying to kill you?"
carnagecarnival: (with braids)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-02-28 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good question. Certainly one worth asking. "Depends as who you ask. SOME GO UP IN AND OUT FIGURING NO HARD FEELING DONE. Sometimes we kick for the wicked mercies. OTHERS IS ALL KEEPING GRUDGE AND HOLD AND FEAR. But over time things change, alliance shifts. PEOPLE GET CHANGING AND FORGIVENESS SO THEN MIGHT BE ASKED." Like how he'd done.

"More just do best not to get a cull up and on. WHEN FRIEND AND FRIEND GET MOTHERFUCKING FIGHT UP AND ON, WE ASK FOR STALEMATE OR RESOLUTION ON ARENA'S OUTS. End of the day though, we's all fighting the same strife." Against the same greater enemy.
needlebearer: (❆ 006)

[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-03-03 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"But we're not really though, are we?" She sounds bitter, but she looks around carefully as she says it. "All I've seen is people getting ready to go in the Arena. No one's fighting ... that." She makes sure not to name the Capitol explicitly, but she knows they're both referring to the same greater enemy.
carnagecarnival: (And I'll kick you down.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-03-04 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Ah. There's a way to pin him. He doesn't know this girl so well. This could go so so very badly. Especially here with cameras everywhere. But he has to try. It might be worth the risk.

"CLOSE YOUR EYES, SISTER," He says then. He waits until she does, sitting by patient. In his chest, his heart races fast. He never knows what thing might have him dragged back into torture and worse still. "Now," He whispers oh so quiet, "Is the castle what got made being there or ain't it?"
needlebearer: (❆ 008)

[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-03-04 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It takes her a few seconds to comply and close her eyes, mostly because she's confused why she'd need to. She has to strain to hear him, and she hesitates before she answers, wondering whether this is a trick question.

"Yes... unless you smashed it when I closed my eyes."
carnagecarnival: (skull face)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-03-04 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"SO YOU BELIEVE AS THINGS COULD BE, WHILST NOT SEEING THEM?" He proposes. "You got a motherfucking knowing as something could be done, though you could not witness?"

He smiles. He won't laugh at her confusion, but he can't help being amused. He has faith she'll work it out. And so then understand how dangerous it is to say such things aloud here.
needlebearer: (❆ 006)

[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-03-05 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Arya opens her eyes, if anything looking even more confused now, but as she ponders his words she realises that there could be far more going on than meets the eye. She wants to protest that she could help, but with how he'd been so careful to whisper and keep his words vague even then, and with all the cameras and the other eyes and ears that the Capitol must have hidden too, he's already risked enough just hinting that much.

She looks at him very seriously, nodding in comprehension, unsure of what to say.
carnagecarnival: (skull face)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-03-09 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps she would help. Perhaps would come a time soon he could bring her to a blindspot corner in the capitol. Perhaps he'd have his powers back once more, and so could simply place the message so neatly gifted in her nug. But now was not yet time.

"AS WHAT HE SAID. Enemies samelike. THE DISTRICTS ARE HUNGRY, MY SISTER. Our winnings secure their feast." And with that, he returns to fixing the last little details on the castle. Then, finished, he dusts off his hands. "WAS GOOD TO MEET A STARK SISTER."
needlebearer: (❆ 009)

[personal profile] needlebearer 2015-03-18 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Arya suddenly feels nervous, knowing that the eyes and ears of the Capitol were everywhere and he could probably get into trouble just for hinting that much to her. She turns her attention back to the castle, carving out miniature arched windows in the sand with a dirty, cracked fingernail.

"It was good to meet you too. I'll look for you in the Arena." It would give her something to focus on besides killing and avoiding death, at least. And she found that she trusted him a great deal already, both with what he'd risked to hint to her and with the patience and support he'd shown her in building the castle.
carnagecarnival: (The ghost of our chance.)

[personal profile] carnagecarnival 2015-03-19 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
He rises up to standing, then makes all to bow low to her, his fellow royal of the dirt. One arm at his waist and the other extended out, horns kept to careful height. He straightens.

"Then he too shall seek a wicked sister out. MAY HER FIRST STRIFES GO TO FAVOR."

It seemed that he had found one good thing in this crowning after all.