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

[biiowiired]

It didn't occur to Psii that Roland might be alarmed at suddenly being tackled. He forgot that people couldn't easily recognize him under the armor, even if his telltale four horns stuck out the top. He thought instead that Roland was making a stupid attempt at shielding him from sky blasts. Excuse you sir, he was the one who was going to make the fatal sacrifices here.

The urgency in Roland's voice directed his attention. His head turned, hissing, wondering what the Peacekeepers had to do with it. He didn't assume that their calmness meant safety, since he didn't trust them at all. For all he knew, they could take advantage of the panic to quietly off a few undesirables—

"Thothe athholeth, they planned it—"

They did indeed plan it, though not in any dire way Psii thought. They kept the crowd back from the robots blasting off behind them into the sky. Psii craned his head back to watch them explode, and the "threat" faded into advertisements. Instead of trying to shove Roland off or thank him for his observational skills, Psii slumped back spread-eagled on the ground, staring upwards.

"That'th it. Done. I'm done. I'm jutht gonna lie here. Fuck them. Fuck you. Fuck everything. I'm tho done. Two hundred perthent done. Done."

[ka_sera_sera]

That's the second time he's heard one of these trolls hiss tonight, though what Psiionic says after does even more to remind Roland of Karkat than the hiss did. Although, in this case it probably isn't an overreaction. Roland rolls off the troll but doesn't stand. Doesn't seem like any Capitolite cares whether they're acting with decorum or not, for the moment - they're all focused on the skies. But not, of course, with anything like fear.

He pulls his knees up, sets his arms across them, and settles beside the sprawled figure to take a better look at the crowd. Their outftits may be ridiculous all across the board, but he could probably tell tributes from natives right now simply from the looks on people's faces. The Capitolites clap, smile. Some of them even look bored. "Didn't occur to a one of them to be afraid."

He doesn't try to hide the disgust from his voice there, just looks back down at Psiionic and adds mildly, "How long do you think you'll be done for? It's only the party's probably going to be ending."

[biiowiired]

He was mildly surprised that Roland simply parked his ass on the floor next to him. He supposed he was like Disciple, rugged and used to sitting on the ground. Whatever.

"Until thomeone thtepth on me and I think twithe about lying on the floor. God, look at all thethe athholeth. Not one of them ever had to be afraid for their liveth. I bet none of them have ever been through an air raid." He said this as if being attacked from the sky was just part of life. For lowbloods, subject to the rule of highbloods who owned fancy aircraft, it kind of was.

"I'm tho glad that wath the finale. Much better than the latht one." That had involved Tributes being carted off straight to the arena, and had made Psii nervous about leaving Signless in the Capitol with no one to watch his back. "Now we can all go back to our blockth and fail to wash all thith glitter off—Oh wait. I have thomething for you before we go."

He sat up and fished a piece of folded paper from one of the little compartments on his suit. On it was a series of crudely drawn stick figures. The long hair on them suggested they might be the same person, along with the scars on their faces. Two dots and a line completed each of their grumpy expressions. At odds with that, they were positioned in a flamboyant series of squats, scuttles, and opening and closing of hands. Off to the side was a pile of very small circles.

Psii bit his lip to hide his laughter, making his voice sound a little strained.

"Ok human Roland, thethe comprithe a thet of very important danthe inthtructionth. If you thurprithe Signless with thethe thweet moveth in the rethpiteblock, you are guaranteed to thweep him off hith feet. Ethpethially if a pile of pebbleth ith involved."

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland, who maybe would have carried out one or two air raids if his world's technology hadn't been too broken down to do it, doesn't comment on the term. It interests him, as all unfamiliar forms of combat interest him, but he knows well enough what the man means. If the rebellion against this place ever comes down to a certain type of combat he thinks Panem's less fortunate citizens may well have the edge, untrained and unarmed as they very likely are, over most of the ones he sees here. These people aren't going to know what hit them.

It would, though, be a mistake to assume these people are not dangerous. Nevermind. These thoughts will do him no good now, if they ever will. He turns his attention to the paper and takes it, eyes moving over what's drawn there. His eyebrows begin to rise, and then his face goes carefully blank. "Oh?" he says, his tone similarly polite and expressionless. "Tell me more about this, if you would. What exactly is it going to say to Signless, if I do it?"

[biiowiired]

Psii had practice dissembling, even if it took him a moment or so to get his game face on. He schooled his features into deadpan seriousness. Ok, Captor, keep it smooth. Don't blow this now. The complete mortification of not one but two people is at stake. Failure is not an option.

"I know you don't know everything there ith to know about troll culture, and I know my artithtic thkillth leave much to be dethired. I'll try to exthplain thith the betht I can. Being a human might be interethting for a while, but eventually you're going to need an edge. A thexthy edge."

He waggled his eyebrows and gestured to the paper with a flourish. "Thith will demonthtrate your thenthitivity and willingneth to learn about troll culture. It'th inthtant bulge-on material. Not many trollth would be willing to talk tho openly about pailing techniqueth. They're wigglerth anyway. Keep the drawing. Practithe on your own. Don't show thith to anyone elthe, thith danthe and thothe pebbleth are very provocative. But I've alwayth believed in erotic education like thith, tho don't worry, your thecret ith thafe with me."

He let his amusement masquerade as his warmest, most confident smile.

[ka_sera_sera]

Now that doubtless would have had some effect, if the insecurities the troll is citing here were ones Roland actually had. It's interesting that he says such things, interesting enough to distract Roland for the moment from the matter of pebbles and squats and secret erotic troll seduction.

"A very kind offer. Do you truly think I ought to worry? You make Signless sound like one of these," and here he waves a hand at the Capitolites around them, chatting to one another and ignoring the two tributes sitting on the floor, "easily bored and prone to abandon their lovers as soon as they bed them."

[biiowiired]

Psii laughed, more gently than his usual snickering. Even though he was trying to play a joke on Roland, he actually liked him, too. And even though he constantly made fun of Signless, he was fond of his best friend. Being friends with Psii meant putting up with more of his bullshit, apparently.

"No, he'd be happy with whatever weird formth of human courtship you come up with. But everyone loveth thurpritheth. Exthept when they're thky thimulationth of airborne invathionth."

He casually flipped off the sky again, momentarily distracted from carefully crafting his crab dance ruse. He wasn't good enough friends with Roland to really invest all his attention in pranking him. He considered just leaving the paper with Roland and letting him make of it what he would.

"Anyway, I think cultural exthchange ith very important. I'm thure SS will agree when you butht out thethe moveth."

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland just grunts, studying the troll's face. Roland's own expression probably looks a little pained - see, this is another consequence to dealing closely with a foreign species before you've really done the research. The first consequence is the wealth of surprises if you try to bed them, and the second is that it becomes much harder to tell just when a member of that species is being helpful and when they're full of shit.

When he replies, Roland does not try to hide this aforementioned pained expression. "I'm sure he will. Have you any more advice for me before I leave to strip all this makeup off? I think I've had enough of fun for one night." The backs of his fingers brush over one corner of his face, indicating the contact over one of his eyes and the golden circuitry painted on and all around it, and then he looks up into the sky. The Psiionic isn't the only one disgusted at the party's 'thrilling finale', even though Roland is being a little less vocal about it.

[biiowiired]

Psii could be helpful. Very helpful, in fact. That is, when he wanted to be. Unfortunately for Roland, he landed himself an ass for a friend.

"The danthe ith motht effective when done naked. For obviouth reathonth."

Psii rose, groaning. Bits of his "metal" suit creaked as well. He must have loosened a few plates. He hadn't exactly been prepared to tackle someone tonight. He brushed imaginary dust off his metal ass.

"Godthpeed to you, human Roland."

aaaaand fade

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland grunts, watching the Psiionic rise with a look of pain that did not lessen at all at that last, 'obvious' piece of advice. "Think I'm going to need it," he says honestly, and moves to stand, himself. He looks down at the paper one more time, pulling a face, and slips it very carefully into one of his outfit's pockets as he moves away. Once he gets back to his room, the paper may or may not be spending some time lying on Roland's nightstand. He may not like looking at it, but he is definitely not going to throw it away.