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thecapitol2015-03-16 01:14 pm
cherrypicked) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-16 01:14 pm
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This wig is only full because it contains so much joy...
WHO| Lady Cerise and anyone in her gravitational pull.
WHAT| She's either having tea, or doting on her tributes
WHEN| After Arena 13's winner's announced.
WHERE| District Four's floor and one of the tea rooms near by.
WARNINGS| Potential talking about death, swearing.
District Four's suite
As is customary by now, Lady Cerise has bought and wrapped gifts for all her sweet children. Though instead of waiting for them all to find her to give them out, she's snuck into their rooms while they slept and placed them all on the dresser. As usual they're little nick-knacks or some charming little cuddly toy. But as usual she sits at the table with a fruit salad breakfast and a morning screwdriver as she waits for them to make themselves known, while laughing lightly at some morning comedy show.
She knows that some of them have been back in the capitol for a while, but she has her routine of showing up again once the winner is announced. After all, those who have known her for a few arena's knows that if they need her they can come to her house.
The Near-by Tea Rooms
In a slight deviation from her normal "After Arena Coddlings" Lady Cerise decided to book a whole room in the tea rooms for people to come in and enjoy finger sandwiches, small cakes and oh so many varieties of tea. After all, with all that ice, snow and silliness in the arena this time, a nice spot of quiet tea and nibble would certainly be the way to go in helping some of the tributes -both hers and others- to help bring back the warmth to their bones.
"Tell me, apple slice, how does everything taste?" She asks once she's seen someone enjoy the food after coming in.
WHAT| She's either having tea, or doting on her tributes
WHEN| After Arena 13's winner's announced.
WHERE| District Four's floor and one of the tea rooms near by.
WARNINGS| Potential talking about death, swearing.
District Four's suite
As is customary by now, Lady Cerise has bought and wrapped gifts for all her sweet children. Though instead of waiting for them all to find her to give them out, she's snuck into their rooms while they slept and placed them all on the dresser. As usual they're little nick-knacks or some charming little cuddly toy. But as usual she sits at the table with a fruit salad breakfast and a morning screwdriver as she waits for them to make themselves known, while laughing lightly at some morning comedy show.
She knows that some of them have been back in the capitol for a while, but she has her routine of showing up again once the winner is announced. After all, those who have known her for a few arena's knows that if they need her they can come to her house.
The Near-by Tea Rooms
In a slight deviation from her normal "After Arena Coddlings" Lady Cerise decided to book a whole room in the tea rooms for people to come in and enjoy finger sandwiches, small cakes and oh so many varieties of tea. After all, with all that ice, snow and silliness in the arena this time, a nice spot of quiet tea and nibble would certainly be the way to go in helping some of the tributes -both hers and others- to help bring back the warmth to their bones.
"Tell me, apple slice, how does everything taste?" She asks once she's seen someone enjoy the food after coming in.
Tea Room
One new habit is drinking tea. It's a way for him to stay hydrated and deliver caffeine to a system that's in shock from quitting cold turkey, and the food that comes with the tea is lighter and more manageable for someone who is also remembering, slowly, how to nourish himself. Though he's not a Tribute, he looks wan, nibbling neurotically on watercress sandwiches.
He glances up at the sound of her voice. "Good," he replies quietly. "Better than I remember. I haven't eaten one of these in years. What else do you recommend? I've only started coming here very recently..."
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"For you, peach. I would say lard and a great deal of it." After saying this her dry expression leaves and then she gestures grandly to some breaded delight. "The garlic Knots here are particularly extravagant if you ask me, which you clearly just did."
Gently she picks one up and offers it to him. "If nothing else, you need the carbs."
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"Lard," he repeats, surreptitiously giving the older and considerably plumper woman a quick up-and-down glance of his own. It sounds like an exaggeration and a joke, but he does need some feeding up, and he follows her gesture toward the garlic knots. Biting his lip and seeming to give it some careful consideration, he reaches for the offered bread, starting to tear it into little pieces.
"It smells good. Strong, but I think I can keep it down," he says optimistically.
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"We can only hope you do. Because we're going to lose you to the wilderness on our next windy day."
She clearly wants to pick and fuss at him and how skinny he is, but she's managing to control herself. While she doesn't have that much of a problem with skinny people she doesn't like people who are Linden's type of skinny. After all she's had so many people connected to the Hunger Games grow up around her that she has an eye fore those that need coddling and those that need to wear padding to project a better silhouette.
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He nibbles at the garlic roll, taking it slow and being careful. After so long subsisting on little else other than alcohol and drugs, getting used to eating a normal diet again is going to be a slow and likely unpleasant process.
"I regret this, but we don't talk often. How are things in 4?"
Tea Room!
"Everything is wonderful, ma'am." He proclaimed at the question, offering her a smile.
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She is very aware that if anything her name is more formal than the simple Ma'am is, but she'll not have anything else.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you at one of my little parties." Is all she says to point out that they haven't formally met. After all, she knows who he is from the games themselves but she's normally so wrapped up in her own tributes that she doesn't always talk to any of the others.
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"And this is the first that I have been." He answers, smiling. "I am very pleased to meet you, Lady Cerise." He's standing now, giving her a bow. "My name is Joly and I represent District 12, though I've been working with the medical professionals here as well, when they have work for me."
Tea!
"This is really very generous of you. I'm sure the Tributes will be very grateful."
[ooc: Please tell me if you need me to change anything!]
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At China's praise, Lady Cerise raises her hands to shoulder height waggling them excitedly as she beams at the young woman.
"Thank you, child! It really is generous of me, and I'm sure my little fruit bowl love the little things I do for them." Because of course to her, throwing a tea party is just a small thing she could manage. She clasps her hands together then nods her head towards China.
"How are your books, dear?" She pauses. "You still have them, yes?" After all, Lady Cerise likes to keep her finger on the Capitolite pulse.
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"I do. How could I ever give them up? If you would like to borrow, you're certainly welcome."
District 4 suite!
The person he saw watching the TV wasn't exactly what he expected an Escort to look like. The lady dressed extravagantly, such bright colors that El could swear she'd glow in the dark.
"Ma'am? Are ya Lady Cerise?" Who else?
Tea room!
The Arena finale had been...something of a sore spot for the relatively new support staff and the healthy thing to do whenever loss happens is to fraternize. The Training Center had been very relaxing, and it allowed Cora to step in with a friendly smile and none of his infamous short temper.
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"Oh of course not, these are made by the darling little chefs here. I have far more important things on my plate than cooking to do, pet."
Like shopping, and wig maintenance.
She clasps her hands in front of her while still smiling as she takes her chance to start needling the young man about how he's been.
"How's the mood in two? I'm sure you're all eager to get everyone back into the next arena to show them how to really win a game."
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At the moment, though, he's suffering from hunger - having taken his lunch break three hours later than scheduled. It's not an uncommon occurrence, not since he got into politics, and as usual, he'd abandoned his work only when he was nearly lightheaded from hunger.
...Which is why, when Cerise addresses him, his plate has eight finger sandwiches and four small cakes on it, and his cup of tea looks like it wouldn't be hard to stand a spoon up in. There's a sandwich already mostly in his mouth - and his eyebrows go up, Hold on a second, as he hastily chews and swallows.
"Wonderful," he says, coughs once, swallows again. "Excellent. Thank you." His smile is a little apologetic - around anyone else he might have tried harder to be on his dignified, but really-- Cerise has seen him less dignified than this. "Sorry. I didn't know this was your party."
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"Well that only shows how you spend far too much time in that little office of yours if you can't keep track of my little parties, Peach pit."
She eyes his food pointedly.
"Or find time to eat it seems. At least that explains how thin your getting."
In the end Lady Cerise shakes her head at the clearly overly busy young official boy she's watched grow older as a man and makes a move to take his tea away from him.
"Now do give that here, you've ruined it."
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With both hands free, though, he can eat another tiny sandwich. There's no real dignified way to do it, is there-- they're too small to take in two bites and actually feel satisfied by, and just big enough that one bite looks ridiculous. He's an important man. He doesn't have time to nibble.
"You'll have to send me an invitation next time," he adds, once he's swallowed that. (Wherever she goes with that tea, he'll follow - caffeine is still a priority.) "I'm not usually at... these kinds of things. You know."
A grin. Tribute parties is what he means. Because of course-- it goes without saying.
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"Hush, lemon."
Is all she says as she starts to pour him a new tea, that she pours a little honey into and adds a lemon slice before offering it up to him.
"If you've only had one then you better fire your assistant." She tells him dismissively, taking a moment to watch him eat looking a bit amused at how finger sandwiches seem to throw him, before rolling her eyes at his saying he isn't usually at these things.
"I've noticed. But then again, busy young man like you? Hardly have time for the little things like parties." She mutters "Or sleep." after her clearly spoken sentence, for she knows what lack of sleep looks like and Cyrus is almost radiating it from being so dedicated to his job.