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.

Comments

Shepard | Open To All!

[earthborn]

When Shepard had first spotted the outfit laid out for her, she'd very deeply considered the wisdom of 'accidentally' destroying it, with dye, or vomit, or the blood of whomever had thought this was a good idea. She would have been happier if it'd been a bastardized version, red, or velvet, or white like the old ocean-going Navies of Earth. But no. It was blue, trimmed in sharp gold, smooth and clean and very Official. The breast where her name was embroidered was studded with medals, some she recognized as her own and some clearly only thrown in to balance out the composition.

It took her a little too long to decide: she put the damn thing on. It was too tempting, just for an evening, to feel normal. This party was put together like it was meant to be what it actually was; public relations, the schmoozing of well to-dos and military brass. Sell a brand, sell yourself, sell a product. The illusion was selling Stark's inventions, or maybe just Stark himself, but the reality was selling the Hunger Games-- no, it was selling the Capitol, the idea of decadence itself. The Capitol giveth, and the Capitol taketh away.

.

So here she is, uncharacteristically sober but looking sharp in a well-pressed, nicely tailored dress uniform, suitable to her rank and seniority. Despite the addition of a pair of LED-lit, probably useless gauntlets, Shepard's feeling strangely comfortable in her own skin. Sure, her hair's slicked back and she's-- wait one fucking second, are you people wearing armor?!.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," The Capitol giveth and taketh away? The Capitol is a bag of shit, "Of course they did. Subtle."

[aintyourdad]

Hey, Shepard, at least you don't have LED lights stuck in your beard. Joel sizes her up in her fancy dress uniform and then snorts, taking a swig of his beer.

"Sober tonight?" he asks bluntly. It's almost too bad.

[earthborn]

Shepard turns around in a tinkle of metal provided by the medals studding her uniform and takes a smack right between the eyes from his...shirt? Jane promptly loses her shit, dissoving in a cloud of giggles until she has to lean on the nearest solid surface.

"Oh my god. Oh shit, where is Jolie, I think some congratulations are in order," She risks a glance back up at him, nipples clearly visible in the multicolored glare from his beard and-- nope, can't handle it, "That's amazing."

[aintyourdad]

"Goddammit," Joel mutters. This is why he drinks. You all drive him to it. Especially Jolie. Sure, okay, part of him wanted to make her feel a little better, she's been down lately and it's not her fault, she's a decent enough sort when she's not...

Committing travesties upon his beard.

[earthborn]

"Damn Joel," She can speak through the chuckling, but only just, "Okay. Whew, I'm fine."

It was absolutely the silliest thing, truly ridiculous in every sense, but here she was, smiling. Laughing! It didn't matter in the larger context because... Well, Joel was wearing a silly shirt. Without meaning to, Shepard reached out and touched it.

"Jeez..." Shepard vows to find Jolie and shake her hand, "Well, at least one of us is looking pretty good."

[aintyourdad]

"It itches like hell," he mutters, shaking his head. Though that's as much from the fact that his chest is getting all stubbly again after Swann forced that full-body wax on him a few weeks ago. Still.

"Yeah, you're the one lookin' good," he points out. "And I don't even like people in uniform."

[allyorfoe]

Speaking of armored people, Tabris glides up to Shepard, and cats that have eaten an entire aviary could not look more pleased that she was. Smirking couldn't quite capture it. "Sooo, right after I ask about armor, the Capitol provides some. Coincidence? I will let you judge--No I won't. Totally me. Who cares about this Tony." She laughs a little bit, and adjusts the armor. "This is actually the mage's armor, but it made into a dress easier. Wouldn't be much in combat, though, which is a shame. Can't fight in these heels anyway."

She glanced Shepard over, face openly approving. "But look at you! You look sharp as a sword. You know, if you want to get started on those favors, the dance floor is just over yonder." She finally slows down enough to allow Shepard some time to speak, though she stands close, batting her eyelashes.

[earthborn]

"Don't get cocky, not everyone's so damn picky about their footwear in combat," Shepard doesn't know what a mage's armor is supposed to look like anymore than she knows how to operate a bow and arrow, but she supposes it's... A Look. She likes her shiny metallic stripes, but then what does she know?

"Are you hitting on me, Tabris?" Shepard can handle this, though it's maybe a little early for her newest friend and ally to go off the rails, "I'm not faulting your taste, but I should warn you, dancing with me is it's own punishment."

[allyorfoe]

"I've been called worse than picky." Tabris replied cheekily, looking over the other people. "I guess I made out better than some people--So did you, have you seen Joel? Poor man. Poured out a beer in honor of him. Andraste bless his soul." She made a gesture with her hands that was probably something similar to crossing yourself for Christians. "Look at that woman, those boobs are one jiggle loose from escaping for the promised land. Maybe I should ask to dance with her instead."

She grinned at Shepard, giving a shrug. "I hit on everyone I think is hot, Commander. Ask me to stop, I'll do it. And for the record, I have no fucking idea how to dance like--that." She gestured at the people bumping and grinding and whatever else Capitolites do. "It looks like it involves a lot of flailing around like an idiot, though, which I can probably manage, while scandalizing everyone from Thedas."

[earthborn]

"Oh so you only think I'm hot, is it? You're a real charmer, you know that?"

Sense the sarcasm, Tabris, sense it in the way Shepard folds her arms, hip and head and her whole posture cocked in a loud, silent 'oh, really?'.

"Don't talk to me about Joel. That..." She can't really keep her composure, it's that good. Dammit, serious military officers do not get the giggles! "...Is a work of art, nothing less, and Jolie deserves every bit of her paycheck for the effort. It's beautiful, I wanna marry that shirt."

[allyorfoe]

"No, I know you're hot, and you know it, too." Tabris replied cheerfully, shooting a wide grin at the other woman. "But I also know I'm charming! So, really, everyone knows everything."

Tabris snickered, rubbing her chin as she glanced across the party at the unfortunate Texan. "Well, it certainly shows off some of his...assets, I'll give Jolie that. But I'll tell you what, Commander, I'd endorse that marriage. Hell, I'd give you my blessing for such a..." She trailed off for a moment, lips curling wickedly, to give a beat just long enough to let Shepard realize she has made a terrible mistake.

"...Holey union."

[voiceinthephone]

Phil had moved hell and high water to avoid her after their little run-in at the roof. He'd obviously crossed the line by being so crass and direct. Shepard had been in mourning all right and he'd basically spat on her face that time.

But it wouldn't do much good if he didn't at least apologize for his behavior then. He'd been surly but it was no excuse to be an ass.

"Excuse me?" Gray began, "I want to apologize for the other day. I was disrespectful to you." Diplomacy was a start.

[earthborn]

It took her a moment to remember him-- the voice was more distinctive than the face, and that helped. You see enough vaguely peripheral people, the features all start to blur. But this guy was...talking to her, as if he knew her. As if...

"Oh, hell," This was embarrassing; Shepard held up a hand to forestall any further...whatever this was, "Look, I was pretty drunk, and you caught me at a bad time. If anything, I was the one being an asshole."

[voiceinthephone]

"Either way, you really, really didn't need some jackass with a death wish to add to that bad time," Phil admitted on his own and it showed in how embarrassed he was after he sobered up that day. He wanted to ask if she was all right but that would be crossing the line again, "Sandy talked to me about you. You're Shepard, right?"

Hell, Sandy tried to imitate her, to be strong even as he died in her care. "I was mad because...I saw her die."

[earthborn]

"That's me."

Well, she's not the kind of person to sit around and pretend that she wants to apologize for anything. Hell, she's only barely sorry in the first place. He wants to be the asshole in this? Fine, he's the asshole.

"Yeah well... You're gonna have to get over that," Except, of course, Shepard is always the asshole. Case in point, "It's kind of a recurring theme, around here."

[voiceinthephone]

"Still not used to the whole death not always being permanent deal," Phil admitted in that aspect, and then he remembered the original reason he wanted to apporach the commander "I'd like to thank you for helping me with the supplies in the Arena. Sandy looks up to you, and I guess she told me I should talk to you about toughening up."

Ha, that would be a joke if he wasn't serious.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Honestly, Sam's outfit isn't terrible. Actually, he's pretty damn fond of the suit, and he might even keep it once all of this is over. Even the wings were only slightly exasperating when he'd first saw them.

Then he got here, and discovered the fun of trying to walk through crowds and endless ridiculous decorations with wings that he can't retract. The fourth or fifth time his wings knock into someone, he's reduced to cursing under his breath.

"Goddamn nonretractable pieces of shit I'm gonna rip these godforsaken things off if I-" he cuts off when he sees who he bumped into, and makes a face that he hopes looks suitably apologetic.

"Sorry, Shepard," he apologizes, looking over to make sure he hadn't done any damage - and then looking her over again, to take in the dress uniform. "Damn, that's a good look on you."

[earthborn]

"Well, not everybody can pull off whatever it is you're doing; you should see what Admirals get to wear."

It's pretty much the same thing, actually, just with more gold braid and embroidery and a fancy hat. Still, his once-over has her tugging at the bottom of her jacket to straighten it, smirking. Yeah, she's smug alright.

"I feel like I'm off to get another medal or to do that press thing the Alliance does whenever they buy something really expensive," That's the intention, after all-- has to be, looking around at all the crimson and chrome, even the ceiling is dripping with Stark branding, "...Speaking of which, please tell me he never actually sold those things for regular military use?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Despite his frustration with the wings, Sam's grin turns a little smug right back at her. "Damn right not everyone can pull this off."

He tilts his head at her, like he's considering that. "Nah, they probably got more useless fancy shit, you've got the perfect mix."

At her question, though, he glances up and - well, all around, at all the shit on display. "Depends on which things you're asking about. But nah - most of this was for his own private use, I think. Then again, it's not like I'm up to date on Stark's secrets."

[earthborn]

"The uh...armor, mostly. I'll have to ask him, then. Stuff like this is..." She turned, glancing off at a distracting flash of light off one of the ironette's leggings, "I've seen wars fought with technology not too different. It's not the kind of uphill acceleration you can pull back from."

Men into supermen, into weapons. And then you can never go back to being just men, anymore. She could still hope that Stark's version of Earth didn't turn out like Rannoch or Tuchanka.

"Y'know, you're pretty charming for a pilot. Buy me a drink?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"No, it really isn't." That makes him quiet for a moment, because he knows exactly what she means. Serum that makes supersoldiers and green rage monsters and suits of armor or wingpacks that turn people into their own one man fighter plane - it's not anything they're going to go back from, especially not after New York or the mess with the helicarriers.

But thinking about where the future of his world is headed really isn't something he wants to do tonight, especially not with it being shoved in his face all over the place.

So he latches on to her last comment, grinning at her. "You telling me pilots aren't charming, where you come from? Hell yeah I'll buy you a drink, I'll have to make up for them."

[pythianjudgment]

Terezi fortunately isn't decked out in any armor. She is however sporting a fashionable LED-lined suit jacket and matching skirt with metallic leggings. It's not her typical attire, but compared to other costumes she's worn before, she could get used to this one.

Shepard's comment catches Terezi's ears, and she can't help but respond to her commanding officer. "Of course they did, what?" she inquires, lifting a brow with a glass of juice in her hand.

[earthborn]

"They put half these people in armor, is what they did."

She's been angling for armor for the better part of three years. Any kind of armor, foam reproduction armor, shitty steel knight's armor, real plastic, alloy, and ceramic armor, anything.

And here she is, in a goddamn wool uniform.

[pythianjudgment]

"Oh no, the tragedy," Terezi drawls with the most obvious sarcasm that she can muster. She doesn't seem to think too highly of the idea of being in armor... Probably because her experiences have been less than pleasant with that sort of thing.

"Why does it matter? Are you anticipating fierce gladiatorial battles? They already do that."

[earthborn]

"Oh, I'll show you a fierce battle, you little shit," If Shepard were the type to wag a finger, this would be the time. As it is, she just folds her arms and cocks a hip, the picture of skepticism, "This uniform is wool, just so you know. I like armor, my armor."