stripping down to dirty socks [OPEN, OPEN OPEN OPEN]

[capitolprivilege]

Who| Stephen and anyone who wants to react to or be part of that hot mess
What| Stephen being an embarrassment to four generations of Reagans
Where| All over the Capitol
When| Largely after the Arena, though if you want to backdate, be my guest! Just let me know, and be aware that he wouldn't be hammered in public before the Arena end.
Warnings/Notes| Warnings for the kind of things you'd see on ONTD for something on Ke$ha about five years ago. Also, anyone who's been in the Capitol lately will have found out from the tabloids that Stephen has been up to these shenanigans for a while. He has mispronounced his Tributes' names (poor Darcy Lewis), faceplanted onstage during a Flickerman interview (and made a fantastic face), worn utterly outrageous clothes (notes in log), gone off on rants practically unprovoked (but almost never against a Tribute or Mentor), and generally shown his ass but good.

A: Closed to Six and anyone who would be in the Six rooms in the wee hours of the morning

The door swings open, and Stephen stumbles in. His hair is mussed, his clothes are disheveled, and his feet leave behind prints of glitter and grime.

He makes it to the couch, and lands on it face-first.

The hour is somewhere between two and five. Stephen's lost track, somewhere along the line. Anyone who walks in between now and morning will find him lying on the couch, leaving glittery eyeshadow stains on the cushions. Somebody bring him some water, for the love of God.

B: Open and looking for trouble

Being a tabloid-worthy mess was sometimes a lot of work and sometimes completely easy. Tripping onstage with Flickerman had been easy. Getting into fights is hard. Stephen doesn't want to rail at someone from the Districts. Therefore, he's chosen today to wear outrageous clothes and just wait for someone from the Capitol to comment on it.

It could be anything that Stephen is wearing. It might be an outfit made entirely out of feathers. It might be a suit with Caesar Flickerman's face printed all over it. He might be waring pants and a vest made entirely out of tire treads. Distressed leggings, hot pants, a jacket made from what looks like an entire wolf, excessive amounts of layered jewelry, shrink-wrap, lime-green dragon scales, and a baseball cap have all appeared in different combinations, accompanied by liberal amounts of glitter.

You might see him drinking a martini out of a whiskey tumbler with about six olives at eight in the morning and ask him what he's planning to do with his life. Or, you might see him already engaged in a fight with another Capitolite, insisting that his clothes are daring, not ugly, and the hapless citizen just does not understand art, and like, why would you, you know?? Or you might have a completely different reason to approach him. Either way, he's wearing something eye-catching again, and may or may not have someone on his arm.

C: Closed to PG

It's early evening. Stephen woke up a few hours ago. He's had time to clean up, to dress up, to get his makeup on. He's stretched out on the couch flipping through whatever's on his tablet, but he perks up when he hears someone come in the room.

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"Oh, there's a problem, all right," Stephen says, whirling around to face Torin. "This good man here is racist against birds."

(Cue stuttering, bewildered protests from the Capitolite.)

[bravelyplucked]

"Racist against...birds." Torin finds himself repeating that as though it will make some sort of sense. The repetition does not help.

He looks at the Capitolite like they might offer him some clarification, but no, there is only stuttering and bewilderment. That's okay, Capitolite. Torin's clearly bewildered, too.

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"Exactly," Stephen presses. "It's an unacceptable level of prejudice against avians and avian fashion that I am ashamed to see from a Capitolite."

[bravelyplucked]

Torin gives the Capitolite a look that says he is so, so sorry he didn't get here sooner so he could try to deflect Stephen. "The feathered look isn't to everyone's tastes." He is trying so, so very hard to be diplomatic here. So hard. "That doesn't mean there's prejudice against it." There is a very long pause as Torin tries to think of something else to say to mollify Stephen. "You're pulling it off quite admirably." There, a compliment, let him be distracted by the compliment to that horrible outfit, please...

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Stephen's feathers immediately get a little less ruffled. He beams at Torin, pleased. "Thank you," he says. "I always thought you were someone with good sense and good taste. Not like this schmuck here--" He rounds on the citizen, "whose remark was in extremely poor taste--!"

[bravelyplucked]

Torin shoots the Capitolite another apologetic look. So sorry, this man is clearly crazy. "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way." Quick, Capitolite, this is a way to say something to placate the crazy man and then get on with your life, surely you can understand this.

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"I didn't mean it that way," the Capitolite apologizes quickly, looking from one to the other. "I just thought that maybe an outfit that was exclusively feathers might not be the way to--"

"Because feathers aren't good enough?" Stephen demands. "They're good enough for birds. They're good enough for me." His tone makes it clear that he thinks he's won the argument.

[bravelyplucked]

"I'm sure he's just concerned it might be, er, a little drafty." Torin is trying here. Trying so hard. "Not that you're not pulling it off well or that it's not good enough, of course."

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Stephen preens. "Thank you," he says. "Come on, let's ditch this uncultured, prejudiced casual. I'll buy you a drink," he offers.

[bravelyplucked]

Torin is mentally making notes about this Capitolite, who he will later seek out for a little fussing over and a little hitting up for District Two sponsorship. As it is now, he's making a few vague, apologetic motions at this poor Capitolite. So sorry, let me take care of him for you. "Alright, that's very kind of you." He doesn't drink, but he's certainly very good at ordering nonalcoholic things or, if that's not available, nursing a drink for a very long time.

do you want to keep this going or wrap it up? I can go either way

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He throws a feathery arm around Torin's shoulder and jovially leads him to the ground-floor cafe-restaurant of the Tribute Center, fully intending to buy Torin a beer.

Good spot to wrap up, I think

[bravelyplucked]

Torin allows Stephen to lead him away, giving the Capitolite a look that suggests that he is totally taking this hit for you bro, remember that next time District 2 needs stuff. But to Stephen, he gives a smile, because hey, let's not irritate the crazy man.

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Stephen will press a drink on Torin but doesn't seem to notice if Torin drinks it or not. He says a lot of stuff that's incredibly clueless, but he does nothing to pick a fight with Torin. It's not a bad time.