thecapitol | The Crowning of Tony Stark

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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Wait, what?

What?

"Now hold up!" It's no secret that Nick's prone to out bursts, even he will admit that (albeit, begrudgingly). This moment's no different. It's little digs like the one Gary just made that makes him get all the more defensive. ~~Mostly.~~ That grin isn't doing it any favors either.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Gary pretends to look startled and defensively raises his hands, palms-out, to ward off further outbursts. "What? Me?" He looks around, as if searching for the real culprit. "I dunno man. He's more comfortable singing around you? Get your mind out of the gutter dude."

Based on the way Gary's eyes are turned firmly skyward, he knows exactly what he's doing here.

The remarks come off as anything but innocent to him but he knows better than to encourage Gary by responding. "I think you need to mind your own business," Nick retorts with his face beginning to color. Thank god that the glow from his suit takes the attention away...maybe. He slides the mask back on and folds his arms.

This is a totally secure, well-adjusted twenty-six-going-twenty-seven year old zombie apocalypse survivor standing before Gary right here.

Gary gives a nervous laugh and defensively raises his hands. "Aw, come on, man, honest..." he insists, but he knows when he's hit a limit--don't want to push Nick too far, lest he drive him off on bad terms. Touchy guy. Funny, but touchy. "I was just curious, you know--it was fun! That whole little singing session thing. I was hoping we could do it again sometime, yeah?"

Nick would like to think he has a decent bullshit meter, much like his uncle. It seems to only work half the time though, just barely enough for him to sometimes not trust himself completely to make certain decisions.

Touchy is definitely a word to describe dear old Nick. But luckily for Gary, he's gonna let it go under the assumption that the other means well.

"...sure." He's not certain when's the next time is likely, but he wouldn't argue against it if it happened. He scratches the back of his head, feeling awkward about reacting the way he did earlier. "You seem more like the front man than a backup though."

It all seems to be water under the bridge now, which Gary is thankful for. He relaxes, only to put on an exaggerated, bashful pout.

"Aw, you think?" Gary mirrors Nick's gesture and anxiously scratches the back of his head. "At karaoke night, maybe...nah, you and Luke are totally front guys!" His confidence returns with an enthusiastic wave of his hand. "Just quieter, is all. You know--soft-voiced dude with a guitar? Chicks love that shit. You're all set."

Nick's starting to wonder if Gary will continue to seemingly mimic him if he just flipped the bird at a Capitol camera...and then they would both end up locked in a jail cell and who knows what he'd have to put up with in there. His mind declares that it's not worth the trouble, so he pays no mind. He's not used to "front man" being associated with "quiet" but some band members keep to themselves enough that it's hard to see past the stage persona. Maybe Gary's not wrong there, but he's wrong in assume that Nick would be at the front of any band.

"We actually tried forming a garage band once. But we got lazy and ended up not workin' out." Everyone had their own priorities; work, exams, or even dates for some etc. It just never became a thing. "To be honest, I'm...sort of alright with just playin' by myself." He doesn't hide the slight twinge of disappointment that the band didn't work out, but he's not devastated. With the way how the others had other things that kept them occupied (himself included), he saw it coming.

"I mean, you're welcome to listen or...sing along or somethin' next time, if you want." Nick folds his arms, though not out of defense like usual. "Just don't ask me to dance or...whatever."

Gary grows steadily more disappointed as Nick goes on, his smile and posture visibly sagging until he's slumped and looking slightly perplexed. Somehow, the more gentle dismissals are always harder to take than the explosive ones. And it is definitely a dismissal, as far as Gary's concerned; the idea of starting a band sounds like an excellent idea, as it often is for kids his age, and the opportunity presented itself too directly for him to pass up.

But perhaps he's also gotten a little too ahead of himself. Gary shuffles his shoulders and latches onto the positives and ready opportunities for humor, like he normally does. "Hey, your loss," he huffs, folding his arms. "I don't know what they pay backup dancers like in the Capitol, but I bet I could get you a really sick deal for it. No? Maybe? Eh?"

If there is anybody within this vicinity that has a sixth sense for disappointment, Nick would be that person. Years of growing up being told that he should've done this or that, or that he could've done or been better would make anyone sensitive to what others think of them. Even after all this time he has grown to block it out, and that he doesn't owe Gary anything, he can't help but feel a little bad that he disappointed him.

Damn habits. Maybe Nick just needs to get over the stupid stage fright...which has been the least of his worries.

"What? You can't be my backup dancer?" It's meant to be an attempted tease, which he does often with Luke and his friends, though he's afraid that his initial response to Gary might have made it awkward.

On the plus side, Gary is very easy to entertain. The tease lightens his mood instantly, as if none of that nonsense before even happened. "That's what I'm talkin' about!" he laughs, aiming a playful punch at Nick's shoulder. "Hey man, if you need it, just say the word! I've got some moves stored away for special occasions. And I'll do the same for you, alright?"

Nick can safely conclude for now that talking to this guy is like talking to an excitable puppy. If he had met him back where the dead were walking, he'd be suspicious. But either way, maybe it was simply a coping mechanism. Gary's a tribute too after all.

Nick doesn't flinch at the shoulder punch, though he does put his other hand over it mostly out of familiarity. Takes him back to times with friends that have since been long gone.

"Sure," he answers, earning Gary a smile from him. A sad one, but it was something. Maybe Gary's optimism is rubbing off on him already. "Listen, I could go for another drink." He gestures over to the bar. "Or a few shots. What'd you say?"

He's...pretty sure Gary is of age.

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