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

[shenunigans]

"There is?" He asks, having been entirely unaware of this in his own little Dave bubble. He cranes his neck around, as if he'll somehow manage to catch sight of her now that he's aware of her existence. He opens his mouth to mention Rose, but he hesitates. He doesn't want to present the idea of dragging her back in for the romantic drama, even if he'd kill to see her again.

"Take it from a Time player, Karkat. This shit? It's fucked." He points at the ceiling and all around, gesturing at everything. "They're ripping into the fabric of time and tangling it like it's some cheap weave. It's only a matter of time until we're all consumed by some paradox- assuming, of course, that this isn't the horrible result of one." He nods curtly, then frowns.

"If you have a problem with my Stylist or my nipples, you can take it up with them personally. Someone needs to think of the ladies." He rubs his hand over his chest in a horribly anti-seductive way, glancing around the party. "You seen Feferi anywhere?" That's totally unrelated, of course.

[crabmunicator]

"I ran into her at last Crowning," he says with a shrug. He wound up sniping at her, bitter and irritable under the circumstances, but he hasn't seen her since to change or solidify the first impression.

Dave is right, though. Karkat folds his arms, frowning. "Our lives are a mess as it is. We're already doomed, so what's a paradox on top of that?" He adds in a curled lip. "And stop rubbing your nipples, would you?"

Feferi isn't a topic he's much considered, nor someone he's seen recently. Just the same he looks around, scanning the crowd for any sign of her curved horns, much though all the shiny costumes and LEDs don't help.

"No, I haven't." He turns back. "What about her?"

[shenunigans]

"Guess I'll have to keep an eye out for her. Hopefully all the other whackjobs didn't make it into this universe." He says that, but D9 had an Escort with an eerily familiar air. Better not to think about it, mostly because he doesn't care too much.

"Well, it's a big awful thing for one." He drawls, glancing down at his hands and dropping them to his sides. "For someone avoiding PDA for the fear of being holstered together in a gossip fueled relationship, you like yelling about my chest an awful lot. Just saying." This is, of course, not babbling to distract from the onset awkwardness he feels from mentioning Feferi.

"I dunno, she's a lady?" He mumbles through that in a tone that could almost be considered sheepish. "I'll find her later. No big."

[crabmunicator]

"You keep putting it on display for everyone, and you expect me not to comment? Or sorry, your stylist, but I don't see you complaining about this disgraceful exhibit of manflesh," he counters, gesturing at the general area. "You are flat out reveling in it, and if you hadn't put your hands all over your mammalian outcroppings I wouldn't have had to say anything."

Stepping in close, he lowers his hands to his hips, while his gaze turns up in a scrutinizing glare. "And don't think that just because I took the patently obvious bait that I'm going to ignore the rest. Spill, Dave. I haven't known you a sweep and a half to not recognize the I'm-awkward-and-I'm-trying-not-to-be routine."

[shenunigans]

"Look, it's basically a big, gay trap and you just stuck your big, nonhuman sexuality finger into it. You think I like having people ogle their reflections in my pristine span of soft, white manflesh? Because I don't really care one way or the other. You, on the other hand.."

He trails off as Karkat steps forward, glancing to the side in a telltale display of all-consuming awkwardness. "Oh no sir, you get those pudgy hands off your hips this instant. This isn't one of those things, you don't need to start whipping out the charts." Although, this is a major, public event and he should really be using his time to boost Feferi's popularity like he promised he would. "All I'm saying is that Feferi is a lady and ladies like my chest, and if I happen to want to see her so she can see my chest then that is a perfectly normal thing for a dude to want from his gill. I mean girl. I said girl."

[crabmunicator]

"There is nothing wrong with my hands," he starts, talking over Dave as they leave his hips to clench. It's not enough to keep his attention off the rest, though. Feferi is a lady, blah blah, no shit, but the rest soon has his eyebrows raising high.

He jams his not so pudgy, actually kind of callused finger out at Dave's chest. "You're doing the thing! You're doing that thing Sollux did when he was dating her! Is that what this is? It is, isn't it, you exhibitionist tool. You are going to go hunt her down and all but shove your bare flesh in her face, and if it gets any more literal than that I will find a window to defenestrate you from if you dare tell me the details."

[shenunigans]

"There's something wrong when they're on your hips- or my chest." He lulls his head to the side as if he's slowly resigning himself to the eventual fit he's lead Karkat into. He raises his hands lazily in surrender, turning his head back toward Karkat. There's a momentary flash of discomfort when he brings Sollux to the table, because it brings to light all the guilt he feels for seemingly moving in on his lady in his absence. He's been gone so long, Feferi deserves to be able to move on, it just feels like moving on with Dave of all people is what's wrong most of all here.

"Hey, hey. Careful there, that's royalty you're slandering." He says matter-of-factly, gathering the confidence to continue with ease. "I guess that is what this is, though. The whole cuddling and holding hands and proudly showing her my chest in a desperate attempt to claim my position of the teen alpha male. Not that any of you clowns make that hard, by the way. Are you even trying? Get a job. Get a date. You're perfectly loveable, Karkat. You just need to put yourself out there and eventually you'll me as smug as I am with my wholly fulfilling romance."

[crabmunicator]

It's been years for Karkat since he's seen Sollux, and no one ever went to the trouble of telling him he was here before. Besides, Feferi can make her own romantic choices, and Dave if anyone is a good dude. A stupid one, but good.

His irritation dials back a couple notches, though, showing in an easing posture. "My hypothetical romantic prospects are my own business, and I don't get smug about them. Besides, with the atmosphere here being what it is, I wouldn't want the extra attention." He casts a wary look around, mouthing carrion flappers to Dave.

He looks back and waves his hands at him, shoo shoo style. "Go on, then. The reporters are going to get the wrong idea if you keep luring me into talking about your exposed skin, and if you're angling for a thing with her then you don't need extra muddling of the situation."

[shenunigans]

By this point, it's sort of slipped Dave's mind. It started as a good natured attempt to refrain from a cascade of horribly depressing news, then there wasn't a good time and now he's forgotten and it's awkward. It doesn't make him feel any less guilty about the situation as a whole, but he can't exactly talk frankly about it either.

Which is what sucks. For all he rolls his eyes at Karkat's romantic lecturing, he could really use the advice. Hell, he could just use someone to talk to about it. There isn't a lot he can say without showing his hand, he can't admit that this started fake and now he's made it weird. All he can do is roll with the material Karkat gives him.

"All press is good press." He says curtly, running a hand through his hair to smooth it out and raising his hands to adjust the open lapels of his jacket before finishing by dusting off his chest. "So. How do I look?" As flippant as he's trying to be, there's a slip of sincere uncertainty in his tone that betrays how effortless he's trying to make this seem. God, he actually cares. He actually cares about Karkat's opinion. This is bad.

[crabmunicator]

His hands lower as Dave answers, and really, he can't begrudge him the question. Even if he disagrees about the all press thing. He steps back and looks him over, serious and critical, from head to toe.

"Stupid, but only regular kind. I can't offer real fashion critique and Kanaya's not here, but my eyes have yet to flee their sockets in horror, and you look better than I did last time. Your jacket's better than these dumb pants I'm in." He pats at his thighs where the tan material fits loose. "You're fine. If she likes you she'll like it."

[shenunigans]

"I'm already fully aware that stupid is a term of endearment from you, you might as well be calling me sexy." He does his best to put on a bored tone when he says that, just as a final rile up before he prepares to leave. He doesn't care what the journalists think so long as he can make his romantic favouring of Feferi abundantly clear.

"Thanks." He adds finally, some sincerity lingering in his tone as he points at Karkat Fonz-style. "I'll catch you around, man."

[crabmunicator]

His lips curl. "Not on your life, Strider. You would have to personally cleave open my skull and rewire the neural paths of my sponge before I call you that."

Still, he finishes out with an undaunted shoo-wave. "You're welcome. Good luck, jackass."