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Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- daryl dixon,
- event: crowning,
- felicity yoshida,
- firo prochainezo,
- haruto soma,
- jason compson iv,
- karkat vantas,
- kousuke nitou,
- linden lockhearst (l),
- phillip gray,
- porrim maryam,
- rick grimes,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- swann honeymead,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ dandy mott,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dorian pavus,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ holly day,
- ✘ jack sparrow,
- ✘ jane,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ piers nivans,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ the iron bull,
- ✘ thorin oakenshield,
- ✘ venus dee milo
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!]
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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"After my execution, while you're being integrated into a helm, my Disciple will flee into the wilderness to live the rest of her life alone in exile. Everything that we did will survive only through what she draws in secret on cave walls. My mother will be sold to a highblood as a slave and live in misery with her own free will suppressed until another highblood murders her in jealousy."
His voice is quiet and bitter. He wishes he doesn't have to say any of this, wishes he didn't have to keep re-opening these old wounds and inviting the accompanying sense of crippling guilt and self-hatred back into his heart. They followed him and they knew they'd likely all die, but it was his job to keep that from becoming anything more than a hypothetical worst case scenario. They were supposed to be the exception, the one plan so crazy it worked.
"The three of you will have to endure more suffering than I ever knew, and I'm the one they gave the title Sufferer." He doesn't laugh. It isn't funny. If anything, he's just tired.
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Thoughts of decorum or saving face did not cross his mind. His legs folded, and he slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Disciple, who loved so dearly, was forced to be alone for the rest of her sweeps. Any contact with trolls risked death, yet she more than anyone was committed to keeping record of Signless's message. Dolorosa received the same hand Psii started out with, only much, much worse. She was branded a heretic, her crimes known to any slavemaster. Her punishments were guaranteed before she even entered service.
The scars on Psii's back seared with memory, his breaths shuddered unevenly, but his eyes remained uncannily dry.
"Kankri? Why can't I cry?"
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Why can't I cry?
"Oh, Mituna," he murmured, and without really thinking about what he was doing he leaned in and wrapped his arms around the other troll. He hadn't been able to hug him when he'd first arrived, too hurt by memories of troll who shared his face, but that barely seemed to matter now. What mattered was that the Psiioniic was dealing with the pain and devastation that it had taken Signless months to come to terms with and he would be damned if he let his friend try to shoulder that all alone.
"I am so, so sorry. I wish it had gone differently."
It didn't matter that their clothing and jewelry was likely to get tangled all over again. It didn't matter that they were kneeling in a sad heap on the floor in the middle of a party. What mattered was the troll in his arms and, in some small way, trying to make things better.
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He'd always warned about all sorts of dire punishments as a matter of course, but getting so far made him hope that perhaps all four of them might escape capture somehow—or at least that he might be able to sacrifice himself to ensure his adopted family's escape.
He thought he was past the sweeps of hiding his tears and shutting emotions down to survive. He thought his ability to stomach the worst things was a strength, instead of a misguided dam of numbness against waters that should have been released a bit at a time. It was all catching up to him now. Everything was turning and swimming. Signless's warmth anchored him, kept him from wanting to shy away from the hug, the party, everything. He kept him afloat, but he was still drowning in something sick and icy cold.
Psii wrapped a clammy arm around Signless's shoulders. Capitolites tittered and flocked to the trolls seated gracelessly on the floor. Psii's eyes flicked to the Peacekeepers again and again. He'd hide his gold-glittered face against Signless's shoulder if he wasn't so afraid to stop keeping watch.
"It'th not thafe," his voice skipped and stuttered. "They'll punish uth."
For being boorish, for creating a scene, for any trumped up reason, really. When in doubt, always assume the worst.
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"You're doing nothing wrong. No one is going to hurt you."
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It made sense, if he thought about it. Training himself to hide breakdowns for so long made it force of habit. It didn't matter if he wanted the catharsis of tears. It was not his to have anymore. He shouldn't have Signless either, though he hugged tighter and pressed against his prickly face, craving the peculiar warmth he had come to think of as comforting. His makeup was expertly sealed, but that didn't mean a good rubbing wouldn't take it off.
"I'm an awful perthon, I can't even protect one of you, I can't even cry for you."
Psii slipped farther into his dark spiral. His eyes rested on the stained glass, pretty and distracting in all their colors. The Grand Highblood loomed ominously above the other shadowy figures. There was no denying the pattern of trolls who arrived in Panem and the ones depicted on the windows. Initiate's double was there.
"That'th who he growth up to be?" Faltering non-laughter burbled from his lips. "A-And you're hith moirail.... Ithn't that funny.... ha ha.... ha...." He breathed raggedly between quietly deranged laughs unlike his usual ones, eyes staring at a point far in the distance.
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He didn't have to turn to follow Psii's eyes to know what he was looking at. His voice took on a slightly guarded tone, but he didn't lessen his hugging any.
"Funny how?"
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"I'm thorry.... It'th jutht that up there, he lookth like a daymare. Even now, the way he'th drethed tonight. Boneth and shit. I remember watching friendth die. Culled. I remember being punished. Pain I could deal with, but being treated ath.... not a perthon.... I don't even know what I'm thaying. On top of everything elthe tonight, I gueth he remindth me of thtuff I went through, thtuff Dolorosa.... will...."
His voice faltered, thin and small. The shadow of Signless's red cowl was never more inviting to hide in. He wanted nothing more than to stop rambling like a tool. He wanted to be the one to comfort his friend instead, ease the pain of knowing the suffering of his mother and lover. He wanted to be like the image Signless's followers had of him, of the stoic-looking powerful psionic who vigilantly kept watch at sermons.
"Thingth are different, but it'th thtill the thame shit. We're thtill trapped. The only differenthe ith every onthe in a while, we take a break from fighting for nothing to do an interview about fighting for nothing.... Don't lithten to me. You don't need thith."
He pushed weakly at Signless's shoulders, his vague intention to pull away at odds with his unfocused vision and legs that refused to move.
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"... Though perhaps not in public," he added, a little more softly. "But you know I'm always here for you and I'll always do my best to help where I can. It's understandable that he frightens you -- that you associate him with things that have hurt you. You don't have to apologize for that, and if you want, we can talk about it later when we're not in the middle of a party and you aren't covered in glitter. I don't want you to have to feel unsafe here in ways that are actually preventable."
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Then he saw that some gold glitter had rubbed off onto Signless's cheek. He wearily reached his faltering hand up and brushed it off. Just like him to make a mess of things, why couldn't he do anything right? He should just take his sorry carcass and leave.
Without a word to accept or decline Signless's invitation, he shifted his feet and began the laborious process of rising without falling on shaking knees. He felt that if he talked any more, he'd break down. He considered finding solitary refuge under Dolorosa's window for a bit.