The Victor is...

[gamemakers]

Who| EVERYONE. IC participation is mandatory (OOC is not, you may handwave)
What| Momoko's victory crowning
Where| The ball room
When| The Wednesday before the next arena.
Warnings/Notes| None atm.

The party was styled for Momoko.

The tables were covered in lace, delicate dishes and silverware, flowers that fell from vases covered in Victorian paintings. It was the most extravagant tea party to ever be thrown, with tiny, thin china cups and a too many tiny little finger foods being passed around to count. The ballroom has been styled in extravagant Baroque, as the Capitol was fairly liberal with their adaption of historical time periods.

The costumes were just as liberally chosen, from tall, powdered wigs holding birdcages with live birds, clearly hailing in the style of Marie Antoinette to regency gowns gathered under daringly (and occasionally outright) exposed busts to tight corsets and the skeletons of skirts exposed and decorated. A quarter played live music at one end of the room, before a wide dance floor.

At the head of the room there was a long table with a throne for Momoko, as elaborate as anything else in the room. And along the long table, group close to those who they seemed to enjoy, was a place for many of the Tributes, with a small place card that said "Special guest of The Capitol." This table was fed first, received drinks first, and was clearly favored.

Any Tributes not seated at the long table with their peers were dispersed among the the smaller table spread about the room, left to rub elbows with the guests invited from the Capitol, and the reporters covering the event. Security was, if anything, tighter than the last crowning.

These people have seats a the big kids table. You guys are free to decide who sits by who (And if three people sit by one person, don't worry too much about it) but they are, when possible set by their friends:

Atticus Bell
Draco Malfoy
Chibi-Usa
Dr. Grey
Adel
Tony Stark
Howard Bassem
Javert Neeshka
Vanessa Carlysle
Lindsey McDonald
R
Albert Wesker
K
Alpha
Diana
Katurian
Aunamee
Maximus
Blaine Anderson
Alex Rider
Glinda
Gaila
Parker
John Watson
Lottie LaBouff

Comments

BIG TABLE

[gamemakers]

[nightlightheart]

To be quite honest, he's a little surprised at his placement. Feels there is something behind it he hasn't caught on to just yet.

The costume isn't really his preferred style, but at least he finds himself at Cinna's mercy and not someone else. Looking around the room, it's something he's maybe a little bit thankful for.

Still, he looks handsome his molten gold and red waistcoat, and pinstriped Victorian-inspired tailcoat. The cravat and top hat seem a bit over the top, but this is Panem and so... yeah, it's also to be expected by now.

He knows most of the others up here. Some more than others. Tolerates some of them well enough. Not exactly a fan of a few.

Oh boy... this is going to be fun.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko was finding that there was a party she could enjoy. It was the kind where she got to spend the entire time on a throne and barely have to talk to anybody. A party with the best theme ever, if not the most historically accurate. She was willing to overlook that.

Mostly because she was on a throne. She could forgive a lot while sitting on a throne.

Howard's one side, other side's open!

[dieinpajamas]

Alpha had managed to get the seat on Howard's left thanks to a profuse use of elbows and feet. If he was going to be forced to spend hours at this inane party for a lucky Japanese schoolgirl while wearing goddamn shortpants and a wig, he was going to have some fun.

I think he sat down next to Stark unless he got booted. Other side's open?

[hartless_cowboy]

There with the big boys and girls, Lindsey couldn't help but be a little proud of that achievement as he noticed that his namecard was at the long table with the crowned tribute. That was good news on his book, and when he noticed that Eliot wasn't there, he couldn't help feel a little smug too.

"I can get used to parties looking like this." Much better than those raves. The class and style was almost like something from back home as opposed to post nuclear future holding dimension, and it brought on a nice feeling of familiarity.

He was more than glad to try and mingle with the other tributes at the long table. He doubted any of them were there by accident.

Next to Lottie and Atticus

[mediumdrip]

Blaine had no idea what he did to make it to this table. He was more than a little stunned by the whole affair. His body was dressed in an elegant costume, something that he would think belonged in a masquerade party. There was silver lined throughout the entire thing so that he almost shimmered as he moved. He wasn't wearing a mask and instead there was makeup on his face that kept the silver shimmer around his eyes.

He sat the table next to Lottie and Atticus. Relieved that he was near people he liked. He got the impression that most people in the Capitol enjoyed seeing him next to Atticus, their shocking similarities complimented each other way too well, though there was a part of him that also thought they enjoyed the irony of Atticus's face twin covered in silver. At least it wasn't real silver, he though, he'd hate for the werewolf to be allergic to him (if that silver myth was even real).

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda wasn't quite sure why she had been ushered to the big table at the front of the room. It made her uncomfortable to be so noticed by those around her. Especially when her arms and cleavage were so on display to anyone who cared to look. She didn't care for her dress either. Her beautiful blonde ringlets had been pulled up with jewelled combs and pins and her make up had been expertly done.

The witch had tried her best to avoid drinking but found herself sipping more and more as the evening went on and she had to deal with sponsors trying to put their arms around her shoulders or waist or being close to her. She hated it.

Who wants to sit next to Wesker? :D :D :D

[president_evil]

If the cut and style of his clothes were a tad more "old fashioned" than he would have liked, Wesker didn't show it. Truth to be told, in an odd sort of way, they suited him - even if he wasn't perched in the throne as he should have been.

(It probably had something to do with the fact that he had conditioned his stylist to fear him and so had had more say in the outcome of the sleek, black and red ensemble than a tribute should have.)

Regally, he reclined in his seat, gloved hands resting idly at the end of the arm rests. Beneath his sunglasses, his eyes slipped left and right as the table slowly filled, wondering bemusedly who his neighbors might be.

Parker: dinner companions open

[whosalicewhite]

Parker's in some sort of horrible contraction that somewhere may have been called a dress. It's yellow (colour of grain her stylist said, good for district support) and may once have had described to it the style of a queen (whose diamonds Parker once stole). Sure, it's poofy, and elaborately covered with ruffles, lace and sparkle, but it lacks in one element: length.

It's so short, that should her posture slip, it's likely there will be an unfortunate incident. Then again, Parker's not modest though it never occurs to her that her stylist may have noticed.

Re: BIG TABLE

[pinklady]

Unlike 90 percent of the girl Tributes, Chibi-Usa was used to Baroque-esque dresses and parties. The corset binding, the dress-stuffing, the piles of decorations. Her dress was actually quite modest in comparison to others (though it still pushed her breasts - what ones she had - up, which was just slightly disturbing).

What Chibi-Usa wasn't used to, on the other hand, was pomade. Which was applied to her, uh, hair liberally in some places, and nowhere in others. The result is a Charlie Brown-esque pink-and-white squiggle stripe pattern in her hair. Which looked utterly ridiculous when coupled with the violin and harp and feather...collage...thing the Stylist decided to attach to her hair.

She looked ridiculous and she knew it. But she knew how to behave at a dinner party - what princess didn't? - and so she is politely sipping her tea, looking as disinterested and nonplussed as humanly possible.

Blaine is on one side, other side is free

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus really felt like he was still getting his feet under him in the Capitol. It was weird to have to fight for his life one week and be pampered and preened over the next.

And he really couldn't get used to having someone dress him. He was all in ambers and oranges tonight, highlighting the eye color he usually tried to disguise as much as possible. He fidgets a little in his seat, occasionally running fingers through his curls or pushing his glasses (which he'd finally gotten the okay to wear again) up his nose.

SMALL TABLES

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Re: SMALL TABLES

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was sullen as ever, resting her head on her palm, elbow on the table letting her eyes wander around the room. She'd been practically forced into a cute little dress with a bow on the back. Powder blue. She felt like a child half her age.

"I guess she was onto something after all." She sighed remembering Momoko's "advice" to her back in the arena.

[big_badass_hero]

The last time Chris had been in a hall anyehwere close to this extravagant it had been the police Station back home, the grand ballroom was the quickest way to get to the back hall where the S.T.A.R.S. office was. This... awed him a little. He was amused the stylist dressed him in green, it had been the color of his uniform back home, the gold trim though, he could pass on and the tights... what is it with them putting him in skin tight clothing?

Finding his table though hadn't been that hard. And really all he wanted to do was disappear. This crowning bit... Was sicker than the games in a way, more twisted, just showing the others in the arena that they failed to win their freedom right? Though in this place... The arena's at least more sane. I can understand fights, politics... that was more Wesker's thing. He did glance up to the big table glaring at Wesker a moment.

[doc_holi]

She looked ridiculous. She felt ridiculous. She hated these people. At least her stylists seemed almost apologetic about forcing her to wear this... or they were acting that way.

Holiday was donned in a long, dark green, frilly dress. It had some golden accents with a lot of lace and folds and those stupid long sleeves that's probably going to get into her food. Her hair was even up on top of her head in a Victorian style way... All of her hair. It was even peppered with little gold flowers. And her makeup made her look like a glowing gem and she hated it.

The worst of all was the huge bust this dress gave her. The extremely low neck line did not go unnoticed. Yes, it had crossed her thoughts that sex appeal may be able to help her win over sponsors, but a huge rack won't save her from someone like Aunamee.

So, she just stayed at one of the tables in silence. She wasn't going to act like she hated it, but she wasn't planning on mingling too much. Aside from the color on this thing, she was not a fan of this entire deal.

[morethathityou]

It was Callista's first taste of the opulence of the Capitol. The dress and wig she's wearing were beautiful, but worth more than some of the wealth of planets she knew.

She sat at her table and watched the things going on around her, curious about the people who were forced into this situation and even more so about the ones who belonged her. The citizens of the Capitol were fascinating in a way. Mostly because she wasn't entirely sure what to make of them just yet.

[gruesome]

Some was an eternal trial to his stylist, particularly for themed events like this one. There was no way to make a 'giant hairy stick-bug,' as he'd heard her call him to one of her team, complement a setting like this one. But she had done her best, all the same. He wore a close-fitted jacket in a pale green, its squared hem cut to allow for his shape and heavy with scrolling black embroidery. There was more green on his face, carefully painted onto his fur to create the illusion that he wore an intricate mask, even hinting that there might be a human face beneath. The crest of fur on his head had been combed up and made to stay that way, gold-brown streaks bleached into it and a spray of pale, long leaves woven into it to dangle down by his face.

He'd hoped to sit beside Lottie, but she'd been invited to the top table and he had not. So he did not look forward to awkward conversations about food with whomever he wound up beside.

Re: SMALL TABLES

[splendid_roman]

Ian was used to dressing in appropriate clothing for the time periods he'd been in, so he looked perfectly at home despite the wig and tight trousers. The women he was trying to avert his eyes from and he was glad when a woman sitting opposite with a very low cut dress got up and left.

At least he was until someone's bird escaped and decided to use his shoulder as a toilet. Ian made a face at it, waved it off and tried to wipe the stain off with a napkin.

Re: SMALL TABLES

[polyturtle]

'Small table'? 'Not favored'?

The way people were surrounding Don, one could be forgiven in thinking Don was at the small tables by mistake. There were half a dozen reporters who wanted to talk to him, some who asked him about the seeming snub of not being able to sit next to his totally obvious girlfriend at the moment! Momoko at the crowning table.

On his part, Don managed to shrug it off and smile. Not everyone can fit at the big table, after all. But deep down he had the feeling he knew why he wasn't there.

Finally, after some time, he got some breathing room, and he managed to get up to walk around. Shell, what a night.

[purebred]

Sitting quietly at one of the small tables is a young woman with large brown eyes and an expression that seems to be permanently fixed into one of fear. She'd only just arrived when she was ushered off to this party, with hardly any time to adjust to her new human body, or even the newfound ability to communicate with humans, let alone process the moral and psychological ramifications of the world she'd just been dropped into. There wasn't the time to do any of that, instead she was now at this party, staring mournfully at the proceedings, barely able to keep herself from whimpering.

Re: SMALL TABLES

[acro_bat_ic]

Barbara had no idea what she was doing here. Seriously. This entire place was still something of a mystery to her. Considering she'd only been here a day? She hadn't expected herself to be ushered into a place like this. Or seated at a dinky little table.

What was even going on here?

DANCE FLOOR

[gamemakers]

[mediumdrip]

Music. Blaine went to the floor as soon as he could. He didn't know the Capitol dances so he looked around for a citizen to help teach him the dance steps.

He wondered if he'd ever get the chance to be on stage here.

SIDE LINES

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Re: SIDE LINES

[cherrypie]

If De didn't know any better, she would have assumed her stylist had read too many romance novels.

She was dressed in a rich green regency dress. A very low cut one. Very low cut. The lace around the bust kept her from having a wardrobe malfunction only if she didn't move. Or breath.

Although she supposed as that was intentional it didn't really count as a malfunction.

Right now she was lurking near the wall, trying to get enough alcohol in her that she didn't care about the whole damn world seeing her tits. She wasn't modest, there wasn't a modest bone in her body...but someone else exposing her like this?

Shit was screwed up.

((The style of her gown is similar tothis.))

MEN'S ROOM

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Re: MEN'S ROOM

[hartless_cowboy]

All that celebrating, all that drinking, and it meant that he had to visit the washrooms.

Excusing himself from his dear table companions, Lindsey circled around to the well tended washrooms where avoxes waited in line to wipe at their hands. If there was one thing he had to agree with the Capitol, it was that they knew how to show style.

Outside of the fashion sense anyway.

He could really get used to this. He must have on the most pleased grin for someone who just stepped out of the men's room.

LADIES ROOM

[gamemakers]

[electriccandlelight]

Valeria liked a party with a theme, especially when she was meant to be Styling for her Tributes to attend. It made it easier when she inevitably threw out her first, second, and third attempts for not being original enough. With the deadline looming, she'd finally just grabbed the nearest unfinished designs, turned them into ballgowns or added tights as appropriate, slapped on some electric lights and then, with the spare time, had some fun with the wigs.

Now she was taking a break from watching people admire her work to sneak off to the ladies room, taking the opportunity to straighten up her own outfit, a relatively simple bright pink and orange gown. Presentation was everything.