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

[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.

[needsaprince]

It was, actually, a fairly wonderful party. The best one so far, by far.

She was seated in a pink monstrosity made of more lace and satin and fluff than she had been able to borrow in in a long time.

"Did they let you choose the theme, darling?"

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Oh, no, it was a surprise to me too," said Momoko dreamily. She beamed at Charlotte and ran a hand down the skirt of her full-length gown, white and blue in deference to the Arena. And because she was feeling especially optimistic just then, added, "They'll probably pick something perfect for you too, when you win."

After all, if Ariadne and Don's little underground 'help the losers win' plan had put Momoko of all people in the Victor's chair...

[needsaprince]

That lit up the other woman's face. Winning...winning and being out of this. She and Momoko could be the best, most fashionable set of victors.

"Oh, yes, that would just be wonderful, wouldn't it." She said, a little deliriously.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"It would," Momoko said, nodding. She hadn't felt this giddy since she'd been drugged up on Valentines day, and that was a sobering reminder of how unsafe she really was, even in the Capitol. Her smile flickered, slightly, but she pushed the thought away determinedly. "If I could do it, anyone can."

[needsaprince]

Lottie clapped, before taking a deep breath and calming herself. Taking a sip of tea to stop from tripping over herself.

"I'm just glad you're out, either way."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Me too," she said, with feeling. She looked around the room. "I know it won't always be like this, but. It's better than in there." Tact is not Momoko's strong point.

[needsaprince]

"Well, most things are." Lottie lift her tea cup to hide the scowl that touched her mouth.

"I am just so jealous of you."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"I know," said Momoko simply. It was obvious. Momoko would have thought Lottie stupid to not be jealous. "I think it helped that it was an easy Arena, really. Most people spent their time trying to stay warm." She stiffened, suddenly remembering Lottie's death, which was anything but easy. She was hit with a rare sensation of awkwardness.

"Not everyone, of course," she added weakly.

[needsaprince]

Lottie shrugged, trying not to look to caught up in it. In truth, that death had been the hardest so far.

Right when you thought you were getting used to things...

"At least death meant coming home to a nice, hot bath."

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Oh, yes." She sighed, remembering the feeling of being warm again. "Getting to be clean again after weeks in a forest or tundra or wherever--you'd think they could have put us someplace with showers, just once. Or hot springs, maybe." That was best, to just think about the minor annoyances.

[needsaprince]

"Well, the tropical island wasn't too bad." She said, shrugging. "But I suppose it's not very fun to watch us loungue around and enjoy ourselves."

She scowled, dumping another sugar cube into her tea.

Not too entertaining for the Capitol, maybe.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"They never asked," Momoko pointed out with a sniff. "If they wanted, we could make it entertaining. We could make anything entertaining if it meant not having to do an Arena, I'm sure. Like, a beauty pageant, that would be better."

[needsaprince]

"Oh, I would love a beauty pageant!"

Lottie was, not surprisingly, a huge fan of beauty pageants. She had been eyeing that new Miss America at home, though clearly that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

"Yes!" Momoko said, waving her fork for emphasis. "And I could be your manager! I'm very good, I'd be way better than any Escort. It would be perfect, and entertaining, and nobody would have to die!"

[needsaprince]

(Did you wanna continue or handwave this?))

[cowardfacinghappiness]

It's been awhile so we can just handwave that they discussed beauty pageant strategies for the rest of the meal, that's fine with me.