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

[battroll]

Bruce slid in next to her, maintaining a polite but friendly distance, smiling.

"Forgive me for saying, but... you seem a little lost. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

[purebred]

"I'm not sure," Lady answered honestly. "You see, I've only been here and like this for a few days. I don't really understand what's happened to me, or why it's happened to begin with."

[battroll]

"I wish I could tell you," Bruce says, equally honestly. "A lot of this doesn't make sense to me. A lot of what they do doesn't make sense. I can tell you what I know. First, though... what do you mean, 'like this'?" It was an odd way to phrase something, to be sure.

[purebred]

Lady responded in a manner that didn't suggest anything strange about her prior state, as if what she was saying made complete sense. No shame, no mincing words. Everything in her expression and voice indicated that she felt it was entirely ordinary. "I'm a cocker spaniel. I've only been like this for a couple of days now."

[battroll]

Bruce's eyebrows go up, though the expression is more one of surprise than of shock. Of course, whether or not what she's saying is true, she certainly seems to believe it. That was, in the end, probably what mattered most.

"I'll admit, I didn't think these people could actually change someones species - though I guess it's not much more extreme than multidimensional transport, and they've clearly found a way to do that.

"I guess it's time to hold up my end of the bargain. You've already heard of the Hunger Games - has anyone told you anything about them?"

[purebred]

"Am I the only one here that isn't a human?" She asked, looking disappointed. So much for suspecting that maybe all the Tributes were altered animals. "Well, they told me I was brought here to be a Tribute and that I would go into an arena. But I don't know what a Tribute is, I'm afraid."

[battroll]

"I can't speak for the others, but I was born human," Bruce tells her, almost absently, looking over the woman. She looked normal, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.

"We've... been brought here to fight and die, for the entertainment of our hosts. That's what being a tribute means." He doesn't look happy at this, and doesn't look happy at telling her. But someone had to.

[purebred]

She bites her lips, brows knitted somewhere between puzzled and sad. Death didn't mean a whole lot to Lady. It was abstract, it was a lot like sleeping, or so she thought. A long sleep from which there was no waking. It was something to be feared, but the reasons behind that were unclear for her. So for now, she had to settle on being afraid but not understanding exactly why.

"That sounds simply awful. Why would our hosts want us to do that?"

[battroll]

"I'm not sure." Bruce's voice is simple, and slightly sad. "Sensationalizing death never made sense to me, though. That doesn't stop people from doing it - our hosts have just taken it a little further than is normal."