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

[teethofneedles]

Karis flops down at Chris' table, shooed in by her handler. Karis snarls a curse after her and then stares at Chris sullenly. She's dressed relatively conservatively - not showing off cleavage, at least - but the black dress she's wearing has some eye-catch red piping and lace on it, especially around the neck.

"This is bullshit," she finally snarls, "I'm not a damn dress-up doll!"

[big_badass_hero]

Chris had to laugh, if only because his thoughts were echoed in the woman's words. "I don't know you don't look horrible in the dress. But yeah, this is all too... 'rub it in your face' for me."

[teethofneedles]

Karis narrows her eyes at Chris. She really is in an absolutely terrible mood right now.

"They told me I'd be fighting, not... this."

She picks at her (sharpened) teeth with a bony finger, looking irritable.

"Breathers. Surrounded by idiot breathers."

[big_badass_hero]

He quirked a brow at that. "Breathers?"

Okay the sharp teeth little creepy, but not the worst he's seen around here.

[teethofneedles]

"You know, living. The un-undead. They breathe. Breathers. You."

Karis leaned forward on the table and her fingers rattled against the surface in a little tattoo. She gave Chris a sardonic grin.

"Karis Needleteeth, Forsaken. At your service."

Although the way she said it, it was fairly clear she didn't intend on serving anyone.

[big_badass_hero]

To be honest he hadn't noticed she was undead until she said that. "Okay, really this place starting to become a breeding ground for the Damned? No offense. Chris Redfield, S.T.-" Yeah they don't exist here, "District 8."

He wasn't going to ask, one thing it was rude, and he really didn't care for that sort of thing.

[teethofneedles]

Karis blamed the makeup, personally. Hiding her beautiful rot and all of that.

"If I'm damned and you're stuck here with me, I wonder what that makes you?" Karis mused, tapping a finger against her chin, "Look, Chris, you really ought to be more... open-minded about us vitality-challenged types, you know?"

[big_badass_hero]

That works, Damn the Stylists and their expert care!

"Cursed." He chuckled. "You're not the only one walking around though. There's a kid, well teen." He shruged. "Kind of hard to when you've been chased by a pack of decomposing mutts, and saw your best friend getting eaten for lunch."