The Crowning of Tony Stark

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of Tony Stark.
Where| The New Capitol Stark Expo!
When| Friday, late afternoon into the evening.
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, so no funny business.
WARNINGS| Alcoholism / References to Alcoholism.  

The Capitol might be known for its extravagance, but Stark Expos have never skimped on a show. Combining the two together could only be a recipe for the most wild indulgences. The center theater takes styling after a arc reactor, with glass ceiling and glowing blue lights set right within the metal and putting a glow to the sky. Lightshows go off on the main stage, the stark logo overhead and a massive screen displaying the Panem flag and Tony Stark's image just behind the dancing Ironettes. A circle plattform going off from the stage, clearly reserved for the guest of honor, features a design Panem's bird in red, gold, and glowing blue.

A globe is featured in the outside gardens, showing off a map of Panem, and the park is filled with artistic statues of destroyed Iron Man amror. But there's no quiet here, not with the fireworks going off all night and the consistent playing of music that is not but sounds an awful lot like that of Daft Punk, Eifel 65, ACDC, and one other song that breaks them up.

Various shows can be found about the gardens, including display models of some of Tony Stark's old weapons and Iron Man suits. Further along guests may find the Avengers display, featuring large portraits of the Avengers and their allies, large red x's going over greyed out portraits of those deemed dead, including Phill Coulson, Natasha Romanoff, and Thor. Along with these portraits can be found the Stark family tree, featuring the Victor Tony Stark and all his relations including apparent son Dave Strider, and Arya Stark, Ancestor of the Stark family, not to mention the great Howard Stark who's accomplishments (and tragic lack of care for Anthony) are lovingly illustrated. One such accomplishment being a "flying car" just a short walk over.

There's plenty for guests to do besides just ogle the brilliant sights however! A bar has been set up with a whole variety of drinking games available from Sink The Battleship and Drink Roulette to an extravagent variation of the classic game, Beer Pong, and an ongoing run of the Games with rules of drinking for each emotional scene, funny incident, or death. Those under the age of eighteen will be served fizzing juice or soda instead and can participate in junior versions of the very same games. All the cups are made from the finest glass with Tony Stark images over them. Avoxes are on scene to clean every spill and break of glass that might come.

A cave has been crafted of artificial and real material, designed to look like the Cave in which Tony Stark became a real hero, but with a twist; it's been made into a fun-for-all maze! Guests can attempt to navigate their way to the labyrinth and reach the core, avoiding those nasty pop-out rebels along the way. Those who make it to the fire-lit center may receive a limited edition "Tony Stark Heart" miniature arc reactor in a beautiful glass case.

An indoor sky diving station is also available, large enough that many guests may enter at once and still find it spacious. Here, guests can don Iron Man themed sky-diving suits and experience the sensation of flight, just as Tony Stark once did. Of course, the party doesn't start until the Victor comes in; he'll be appearing by Capitol-controlled suit to make his entrance at center stage. It is here that his Throne shall be raised up through the stage and his crown gifted to him. Following the official Crowning Ceremony will also come a speech from the Capitol's very own, Cyrus Reagan.

Tributes are dressed in formal wear with robotic accents. Such as a full mask or metal armor. Capitolites can be seen with Tony stark styled hair, bearing tattoos in his image, and even with surgically implanted lights, in honor of the new Victor. Available for purchase are handcrafted Tony Stark dolls, Iron Man action figures, and models of beloved robot-pet "Dum-E" in both small and life-sized. The Iron Man light gloves come completely free for all guests.

The Crowning ends off with a bang, as in the center of the sky, a massive "wormhole" opens up showing a vast darkness full of sinister creatures just on the other side, sure to inspire some screams from fans. Guests near to the Iron Man suit displays are asked by peacekeepers to step back-- far back-- but may be the first to witness the incredible scene of all those suits launching into the sky and exploding around and "in" the wormhole. The wormhole shifts to a message stating the show to have been brought to you by the Hunger Game's skilled Sky-Display Designers before going into advertising for the rest of the night as the party dies down.

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[allyorfoe]

Tabris was from a place that had just discovered the possible medical application of leeches. And yet, as she walked into the party, a grin slowly spread across her face. To say that she was confused was an understatement, she didn't understand almost anything going on. But there was amazing food, a music unlike any she had ever heard before, loud and thrumming, like the beat was going through her body. Plenty of alcohol, and of course, armor.

She had managed to discuss the details with her stylist to get her dress to resemble Grey warden armor, though in mage design, as it was the closest to something that could be used as a dress. And, unfortunately, colored in that gold and red that was everywhere. The striped part modified to go around as a type of a tube top dress, with a half jacket to form the upper part, gloves brown and silk instead of leather, but good enough. The bulk of the armor, that had turned into pants, had been cast aside, leaving her legs oddly bare. The final touch was high heeled boots, meant to feign armor. It was no armor a Grey Warden would wear to battle, but the sense of it gave her some comfort.

She could have slunk into the background, had she tried. Small and lithe, dressed like everyone else, it would have been easy to try to be ignored. But Tabris had a presence that demanded attention, and she, also, demanded attention. Her first stop would be the bar, and she has no idea who the fuck Tony Stark is (aside from what she has seen plastered around the Capitol, kinda looked like a douche to her), but it's a shame he can't win more often, if armor and alcohol are the kind of parties that get thrown for it.

[aintyourdad]

Joel, too, makes a beeline for the bar at this particular party, his ridiculous fake-Texas styled outfit all in red-and-gold requiring copious amounts of beer for him to get through this.

When he spots Tabris, recognizing her from the network post she made, he gives her a faint nod, taking a pull at his bottle.

[allyorfoe]

There is a lot of things that Tabris is willing to overlook in a person, especially an attractive person. She's overlooked trying to kill her, being an animate rock, murdering an entire family because you dropped a sword. However, little lights in a person's beard is a whole new level that the elf was not prepared for, and for a good moment, it's all she can do to simply stare, and not laugh. Hesitantly, she reaches out to poke one, wondering if it's some kind of magical fire.

"That is...remarkable." She finally said, choosing a word that bore truth, though not the whole thing. And while she had plenty of things she'd like to say to Joel, flirtatious or otherwise, she has to take a moment to truly take in the outfit. At least she'd managed to get away with something familiar. After a bit, though, she feels she ought to say...something. Else.

"The scenery around me keeps improving." Was decided upon, with a little smile at Joel. Hey there.

[aintyourdad]

Joel, for his part, leeeeeaaaans back as she reaches out to touch him - touching isn't really his strong suit, especially from people he's only spoken to once.

"Ah, it's just a dumb costume," he mutters, scowling. "Blame my stylist."

[allyorfoe]

"I blame the stylists, and Capitolites in general, for a lot of things." She replied breezily. "I got out of it pretty lucky, the stylist thought that working the Grey Warden angle would work for this. Armor and all." She gestured to her outfit, and took a sip of her beer. Shame she couldn't poke the weird lights, but maybe they hurt, like the other strange magic glass lights she'd touched. Probably for the best. At least he didn't seem too bothered by them. "I wonder what will happen if someone from my world wins? Maybe I'll get to wear my real armor. Not this light crap mages wear. None of the gaudy colors, either." She paused, and glanced around. "They're probably watching, aren't they? I don't care, it looks dumb."

[aintyourdad]

Most of what she said flew right over Joel's head, and if he had fewer manners he might bluntly ask her why the hell her ears looked like that - or if he had less experience of people who weren't human, anyway.

But after being here for over a year, he'd seen much weirder than her, so he just shrugged.

"Someone's always watchin'. So you'd best not go runnin' your mouth about the Capitol too much. You can get in real trouble for it."

Not just imprisonment, either.

[allyorfoe]

"'S not my fault this Tony fellow is gaudy." She muttered, shrugging and chugging back some of her beer. "Good alcohol and neat music, though, so I can't talk too much shit. I've never heard music like this before. I don't think it's the kind of stuff you can pull off with a lyre, you know?" She spoke conversationally, gesturing to the dance floor. "Pretty sure we don't have dancing like that, either. Kinda digging it though." At least, she appreciated all the jumping around all these women wearing very, very little were doing. The Capitol at least got one thing right, and that was how to appeal to her gaze.

[aintyourdad]

"Whatever floats your boat, I guess," Joel said with a vague sort of snort. It really wasn't to his taste. Even twenty years ago, he would've wrinkled his nose at this kind of party. He was always more the type to prefer a backyard BBQ than anything like this.

[allyorfoe]

"Music you can fight to floats my boat. Can you imagine fighting to a waltz? It'd have to be all...slow motion. And stuff. This is the kind of thing you can punch someone in the face to." She explained cheerfully, knocking back the rest of her drink, and flagging down the bartender for another one. "Not that I plan on punching anyone in the face!" She quickly assured him. "But what about your music? What's the music like in your world...?" The idea that a music like this could exist, one that she never had imagined, was certainly interesting, and that more types could exist...It was certainly something to think about.

[aintyourdad]

"You don't want music playin' while you fight," Joel said with a snort. "You need to be able to hear what's goin' on."

The quieter the better, in his experience. At her question, though, he just shrugged.

"Nobody makes music anymore in my world. Too busy dyin'."

[allyorfoe]

"C'mon, you never beat down someone while you had a good beat going in the background? It'd pump you up a little, you know?" She grinned, but shrugged amicably. "You're probably right, though. No good in being pumped up if you get stabbed in the back by a sneaky asshole."

She doesn't seem too bothered with his admission of everyone in the world dying. Who didn't have a shitty world around here? Everyone had their sob story, it seemed. Few people came out of a world that didn't seem pretty damn awful.

She thought about asking him which world was better, his old or new, but that was awfully personal, so instead, she nodded. "Dying does tend to do that. Shame, really. I wonder what music from different worlds all sound like. I mean, obviously it's not the same, you know? Kind of boggles the mind, thinking there are ways to make music you haven't even thought of."

She's trying to be friendly, talk about something casual and easy to talk about, nothing personal. It's a real effort on her part, but the man seems like a decent guy. No nonsense, but not an asshole. And she ought to try practicing at it, anyway. Of course, she's still chattering away, but that's something she may never be able to control.

[aintyourdad]

Joel actually, surprisingly, appreciates her willingness not to pry. Sure, she seems chatty enough - but there's a difference, in his experience, between the ones who ask pointed and uncomfortable questions and the ones who just like to talk. Who are okay with talking about nothing, sometimes.

He can deal with the latter far more easily than the former - just let them talk themselves out, basically. But, after a moment's thought, he offers her something -

"We used to have stuff that sounded kinda like this," he admits with a shrug. "I liked other stuff, though. Country music."

[allyorfoe]

"Country music, huh. I'm taking a wild guess to say that's what the people play outside of the big cities. We've got something like that--there's a definite difference between the music in the cities, and in the country." She leans back, sipping her drink, actually quiet for a few moments, as she thinks about the different pieces of music. "Then again, the elves have their own music, too. Not that humans know about it. They never listen." She really needed to step off this vendetta when speaking to people who had no idea about it, no real investment in it.

[aintyourdad]

"Guess so," he says dismissively. "Country music is... twangy." That's really the only word he has to describe it. Basically like him, but set to music.

[cowcatcher]

Jane's taking a breather at the bar, nursing a a glass of water with her heels occupying the space beside her. They're going back on in a second, just as soon as she's finished her drink, because it's still weird to be barefoot. Where their stylist had seen fit to deck Tabris out in gold and red, Jane was representing the blue in Tony Stark's design tonight. The detail is small, but hard to ignore, especially for her.

Wearing the lenses has been interesting, to say the least. She tells herself the only reason she hasn't plunked them in someone's shot glass is because they're comfortable, but really... they're kind of cool in a freaky way. After taking another sip, Jane scrunches her eyes shut around the lenses, expression contorting further with something like amusement before she opens them again.

"... I can see them flashing under my eyelids." She mutters before turning to face Tabris so she can see what she's talking about. "It's the goddamn craziest thing."

[allyorfoe]

Tabris couldn't help but stare. In fact, she got pretty close to Jane's face, though she was clearly trying to scope out the eyes, squinting at them. "That is some pretty nifty magic right there. Makes you look like you've got a spirit inside of you." She muttered. She neglected to tell Jane that such a thing was usually called an abomination because it was, quite frankly, a stupid name.

"That is truly some freaky shit, as the cool kids say." She told her, raising a beer. "You're in my district, right? You an' that cute kid and the guy with the weird eyes." She pulled the skin below her eye down, trying to emphasis the odd dead look that Kieran had about him. "Maybe our esteemed stylist thought we should all get some freaky eyes. What's in my future? I'm hoping it makes my eyes look like they're on fire."