thecapitol | 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

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He couldn't help the way his eyes flicked downwards - due to her movement, of course, and certainly not because he was eager to stare at her chest - though he salvaged it quickly by giving her dress an appreciative once-over. Draco didn't at all envy her for having to wander around in that thing; he'd have tripped and fallen more times over than he could count. Thank Merlin he wasn't a girl.

"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?"

"Very," Momoko agreed with a wide grin. "It's perfect, I could almost believe I really am in Rococo." She lifted her skirts and spread them out. "It makes more sense that the women sat around all the time doing embroidery or making love or whatever, if they had to wear these all the time." Momoko, of course, was far more interested embroidery than sex.

"I think it might be hard to make love in that dress," Draco replied, unable to keep the slightly inappropriate comment to himself. It really was a nice dress, though. "But I see your point. You're not too disinclined to do things though, are you?" His words held a hint of suggestion, like he had something better in mind for her than just standing around chatting. Not sex, though. That was inappropriate.

"I'm sure they figured out ways," said Momoko, shrugging. She tilted her head curiously at him, not sure what he could mean. Not sex, surely. That would be disappointing. "What sort of things?"

He sniggered at that, shrugging one shoulder as well, a mirror of her gesture. At her question, he stepped back a little, making sure he had enough room to offer her a flourish of a bow, bending at the waist as he offered her his hand. "A dance?"

Momoko stared at him, then looked down at her dress. She figured, well, how often do you attend a party of this magnitude all about you? Might as well go all the way, she decided, and gathered up the skirts in one hand as much as possible, putting her other in his.

"It'd be my pleasure."

His proper half-smile/half-smirk combination began to lean considerably towards the former at her acceptance, shifting only slightly to hold her hand properly, giving a nod towards the dance floor before leading her out there. "I think half the Capitol is going to be jealous of me for this. Do you waltz, out of curiosity? Might be easier than trying to figure out what in the hell they're doing out there," Draco grinned, making sure not to move too quickly. He imagined that dress would be horrendous to move in.

"In theory," she said, glad to be wearing flats for once. "I've read about and watched videos, but I've never had anyone to practice with." She'd tried, with both her father and grandmother, but quickly given up on them. "Jealous of what?" she asked almost as an afterthought, focused on staying upright.

"I'll go slow, then."

And so he did, first leading her into the proper position, and then steering her into the proper steps so they could begin winding their way around the dance floor. "Getting to dance with the latest Victor, of course. How often does that happen?"

Momoko clung to his hands a little more than necessary, doing her best to avoid knocking anyone down around them as she followed his lead, glancing at their feet often. Most of her injuries in physical education came about because she wasn't paying attention. So long as she stayed focused, they could come out of this with a minimum of painful incidents.

"That's right," she said, a brief smile flitting across her face. "I'm the guest of honor. Although I guess it happens more often now, with a new Victor every other month instead of every year. At least I won't have to go on that tour."

Not like he minded much. It had been a while since he could just enjoy himself to this extent, sharing a dance with someone he actually sort of wanted to dance with. And since they were actually going slowly, the fact that she was practically watching their feet was more endearing than it was anything else.

"Still. Look at the last lot. That Kevin prick? No one would want to dance with him. Nor the girl before him, not really." He inhaled, then shrugged. "Most of them haven't lent themselves towards dancing all that much, actually. You're a bit of a rarity that way. But I will admit, not going on that tour is probably worth being replaced after a little while. You've still had a bit of time in the limelight, at any rate."

"Is he bad?" asked Momoko, curious. "I don't pay much attention to the ones who aren't trying to kill me. Weren't, I mean." She hesitated, then added, "I like Ariadne, she's alright. And frankly I'll be glad when I'm done with the limelight and people start leaving me alone a little more. I think you'll like that part more." She remembered something from the foggy daze that was Valentine's Day.

"If you have to win to get out. Did you hear anything else about that?"

"Horrid. It'll be a wonder if anyone at all supports him." Draco shivered slightly, keeping the gesture small and contained, "He was trying to kill me, once upon a time. Otherwise, I'm of the same mind. What's the point in paying them any heed if they're nowhere near me?" He paused briefly, turning her about in time to the music before continuing, "I don't think I've ever met her. Seen her around, though. Victors are hard to miss."

"You're right, I probably will." A grin curved his mouth at the thought of that - of being hard to miss - and at her comment. But it faded soon after, as he shrugged, focusing more on her and the dance. "Haven't heard a thing. I expect they'll keep me in the dark as long as they can. For the drama of it, of course."

"Of course," she said, rolling her eyes. Complaining about the Capitol, one of her favorite activities, even if she was feeling mostly magnanimous towards them today. "They'll probably televise the...judgement or however they do it." And a rejection would be far more dramatic than acceptance, but this was a night for optimism, so rather than voice that thought, she said, "They should still have a party if they let you become a Citizen, even if it's not by winning. It happens even less often, after all. I'd come."

"Oh, Merlin-" He breathed, already looking concerned with that turn of events. A televised judgement? Just his luck - it would be plastered everywhere, if that's what they chose to do. Bad enough it was in Celebrus already; he wasn't sure his poor ego could do with the damage a televised event could do.

Draco opted for her optimism as well, though, choosing to let hers infect him easily instead of with the usual resistance, "I should hope so. There's not many of these Tributes I'd want around a party for me, but I think I'd be a little offended if you didn't come."

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