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Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- event: crowning,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ adel-makim-zalur,
- ✘ alex rider,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ barbara gordon,
- ✘ baron bartlett,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ bruce wayne,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ clint barton,
- ✘ daniel jackson,
- ✘ dr. grey,
- ✘ dr. holiday,
- ✘ draco malfoy,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ gaila,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ ian chesterton,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ lady,
- ✘ lara croft,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ richard b. riddick,
- ✘ tony stark
The Victor is...
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
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
DANCE FLOOR
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He wondered if he'd ever get the chance to be on stage here.
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...Only to see a very confused-looking fellow Tribute. Well. Why not.
She cleared her throat.
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At least he wasn't the only one who looked ridiculous - and there was comfort in that. And, ridiculous as the shoes were (white, with bows on their toes and small heels), they were reasonably comfortable. Some of the shoes he'd seen couldn't possibly claim even that.
Those who were liked here had more influence, that was something he'd noticed even this soon, and Bruce was good at being charming. The dance floor seemed as good a place for that as any, and so he excused himself from his company and set off for it.
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And her was her chance. "Bruce!" she called, beaming, one hand waving, the other holding up her skirts. "Bruce Wayne, hello!" She had to be careful. Unlike Diana, Bruce had much to lose should his identity be revealed. She could only assume that's why he hadn't sought her out before now, unless they simply kept missing each other.
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Bruce was very used to people knowing him, it was something that came with the territory - though this woman's manner seemed different, as though she expected him to know her in return. Although that still happened, it didn't happen as often. Of course, even when it did...
Bruce smiled charmingly as he turned to face her, and executed an elegant little half-bow that fit the costumes well - partially because Bruce had been given a part to play, and was nothing if not good at playing parts.
"Have we met, Ms...?" His voice was as charming as the smile, smooth and rich.
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"Of all the people I expected to meet here--not that I really had anyone in mind--you, Mr. Wayne, were not high on the list." She couldn't stop her flirty, hello-random-acquaintance grin from deepening into a more sincere smile. "I think I'm glad of it, however."
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Re: DANCE FLOOR
And when there was music there was little more that she could do but get up on the floor and dance. She could grab the closest person to her each time and force them to dance with her; some were more willing than others. Her stylists had been over the moon that she'd wanted as much input as possible and as little fabric as possible. The effect was something special and with her curls tumbling down from the elaborate buns in her hair she felt almost like her old self, even without the pheromones.
She was wildly misbehaving as usual.
I'm really sorry for this. Sig needs to stop creeping on your muses
On the dance floor was one Tribute he had never seen before, and hadn't had a chance to study. Sigma watched the dancer perhaps more carefully than necessary- he'd always liked redheads, and she was certainly beautiful. He quickly reminded himself he was no longer a young man, and turned away with a faint blush on his cheeks. His age often slipped his mind, his youth had been wasted in isolation. A pity men must age.
Despite her... interesting complexion, she seemed the most ordinary one here, just a funloving woman enjoying a ball. The atmosphere otherwise set him on edge - Sigma felt as though outside of the Arena most Tributes shook on deals with one hand while holding a knife under the table with the other. Though he'd once been a friendly person, he did not enjoy their company. How, then, could she be so carefree?
The Doctor allowed himself to look again at the woman, imagining a weapon in her hands to tarnish her image. Sigma sighed. Though he had sworn to protect Kyle, he knew it would be difficult for him to kill a lady. He dearly hoped her personality wasn't as lovely as she appeared.
Hahaha, it's fine, Gaila invites creeping always
It was merely a fortunate thing that she hadn’t taken to dancing the tradition Orion way as of yet which would mandate even less clothing and ever so much more attention grabbing. If one thing could be said for the Orion race it was that they weren’t shrinking violets. Which made them great fun at parties if not mildly disruptive.
Gaila’s latest dance partner begged off the next dance claiming fatigue and she found herself looking about for the next person to inflict her new tender loving horrors of dancing upon. She caught a look of Sigma watching her – she always had been perceptive to people’s gazes – and graced him with a wide toothy smile before making beeline for him. “It’s far more fun if you join in y’know.” She commented cheerfully, Valley Girl accent surprising against the green skin.
sorry I'm late :c
What she said when she arrived startled him even more. The Doctor shook his head violently. "I-I don't dance!" Sigma stammered. At least, he didn't dance anymore and certainly not with beautiful girls less than half his age. He gaped at her in disbelief, for one foolish second wondering if she hadn't noticed how old he was. His eyes shot towards the head table in the distance, hoping Kyle wasn't watching this unfold.
Don't worry! I'll backtag into oblivion
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Take this guy here, waiting for a dance. The name came to him again; Draco Malfoy, the one who'd applied to get out of the Games), who had some of the most platinum hair (almost white, Daniel thought) he had ever seen, looked - in a word - stylish. In four words, dressed-to-kill stylish.
Daniel nursed the wine that his escort had pushed into his hands as he stood watching the other dancers. "Cinna's work, I take it?"
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Glancing over when he was greeted, Draco cracked a bit of a smirk - just in case Daniel was still judging him, and perhaps because he hadn't been too bad, as things went - and nodded. "Naturally. He likes to make sure we all look decent, if he can help it."
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Daniel took a sip of his wine, just a little taste. It was surprisingly smooth, and not too sour or too sweet, and with a pleasant burn. "Well, if what I've seen of his work is anything to go by, you're all in good hands." Daniel then nodded to the Victor. "I have to say, she's not what I expected."
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But for a night, especially for a night like this, she could put up with it, even if it took her a good five minutes to make it to the edge of the dance floor without risking a fall flat on her face.
"Draco," she said when had her breath back. As an afterthought she yanked on the top of her dress a little, discreetly, trying to cover up her chest a little more. "Enjoying the party?"
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"I am," he greeted, shooting her a grin before fluttering a hand around. "It's fitting, don't you think? All of this. How're you finding it?"
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He stood on the sidelines for a moment, watching people watch the dancing, until he noticed an elaborately dressed woman in a dress that wouldn't have looked out of place on Marie Antoinette. It wasn't the costume that caught his eye, though, or the enormous hairpiece that he was sure must be uncomfortable to wear. He might have been mistaken, but she looked almost a little wistful, from where he was standing at least.
Making his mind up, he steeled himself, crossed the floor towards her and offered her a polite smile that was perhaps a little tight at the corners, but warm all the same.
"Pardon me," he said, his voice just low enough that only the two of them would hear. "Would you care to dance?"
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And the outfit he had been dressed in suited him well.
She smiled an offered out her hand.
"I would love to."
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"I'll do my best not to step on your toes- I'm hoping dance hasn't changed that much from home, but maybe you might help me learn something you're more used to," he offered amicably. "I'm John Watson, district seven- though I've never been there."
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She hated going to the district, actually, but for the same reason she thought the Tribute would benefit. It was powerful, emotional.
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It's not so much that Max is letting Panem get to her head, but really, being regulated to the kiddy tables when she's a victor irritates her no end.
So rather than sit down properly, she loiters by the dance floor, a drink in hand. Maybe she'll dance. Maybe she'll stick to the side and booze it up.