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thecapitol2015-03-19 02:55 pm
capitolprivilege) wrote in thecapitol2015-03-19 02:55 pm
stripping down to dirty socks [OPEN, OPEN OPEN OPEN]
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.
[OOC: let me know if you need more!]
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.
[OOC: let me know if you need more!]
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She and Stephen aren't exactly besties, but you can only live and work with someone for so long before you know them well enough to figure out whether they'd ruin lives intentionally. She knows he isn't like that.
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"No one's at risk, Molotov, calm down. The Arena's over. No Sponsor meetings, no responsibilities. Let me have my time off."
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She sighs, rubs her face, and then holds her hands out like she's calming him down, even though it's more for herself.
"Either way, I don't want you... you know, losing your mind or whatever is happening here. So, are you all right?"
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It's the closest Stephen will come to admitting that this was anything besides a meltdown. He's going to do his best not to let on that it's all on purpose, but the way he's playing it, gosh isn't it convenient that he's making all these social connections with irresponsible people who will totally get drunk and bet on the Games?
How drunk he is might make it a little less convincing, though.
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"Whatever," she mutters, tired of whatever game he's playing, because she doesn't have the time or energy for Capitol politics and games anymore. She just wants to go upstairs, curl back up in Tom's bed.
If Stephen says he's fine, then he's fine. She does set a wastebasket at his feet, though, because she's pretty sure he'll be throwing up some time soon.
"I'm getting my things and staying in Ten, by the way. Not permanently, just for a few weeks. I'll be up there if you need me, but you can just send my schedules to my communicator and I'll go wherever I need to go."
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She doesn't have to care about his game; that's fine. She'll be looked after either way. Though it really, really looks that way, Stephen hasn't given up on Six; it's a risk, but a calculated one. After all, the quality of life of the District itself depends on someone from Six winning, and that's too many people for Stephen to dismiss with a clear conscience, even if he weren't personally attached to so many of its offworld Tributes.
The wastebasket is a kind thought. He'll appreciate it in the morning.