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thecapitol2015-05-05 11:17 pm
talltaleteller) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-05 11:17 pm
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Somewhere Over The Rainbow
Who| Torin Byrd, Felicity Yoshida, and all you party people that aren't part of the break-in!
What| A District 2 promotional party is way overdue. If the scheduling is convenient, well, that's just a coincidence. If the party's theme seems strangely familiar, well, there's another coincidence for you...
Where| An event hall somewhere in the Capitol
When| During the Binding plot, the evening of the break-in.
Warnings/Notes| Doing horrible things to public domain works of fiction? (Feel free to make a top level post and mingle!)
It was a small idea, at first. A small suggestion on Torin Byrd's part that he host a party on behalf of District 2. Nothing too major, some food and some music and some featuring of his District's Tributes... but then he had gone to his sister Candy to ask for some assistance with it all. With her being the socializer in the family, it seemed certain that she'd know just how to do it. But Candy had ideas. Ideas that, once she started bouncing them off her daughter Felicity, meant that this low-key party was going to be far, far more of a spectacle than District 2's poor mentor had ever imagined. For a party needed a theme, and wouldn't a nice classic story do the trick?
The word's been put out that there's another party going on tonight. If you like things that are off the beaten path, or maybe have party-hopping on your mind, there's a fantastic one themed around that Panem classic, the Warlock of Om. Something playful, something fun, something to take your mind off any heavy things that might be bothering you. The theming starts right at the coat check and foyer, which is lit in cool shades of blue with the faint sound of rippling water piped in. You're on your way to the Land of Om, just like Emily Rush was washed there by a flood. Passing into the ballroom proper takes you Om itself, a purple stone path snaking all throughout it. If you care to ease on down the road, it goes around the dance floor, passes by the refreshment tables and the bar, and has detours to comfortable seating, but comes to a stop at the far end of the hall where a Great Garnet City is done up in cloth and lights and projections. But just walking the path won't really take you there. The party itself's the journey.
It took some hard last-minute work and negotiation on everyone's part, but the opposing walls of the ballroom are floor to ceiling holographic screens, projecting Om-ian scenery, vivid and alive. And making their way through that scenery are renderings of District 2's current Tributes. Maybe they couldn't make it in person, but it's important to remember what the evening is really about. It was all on short notice, so they're relatively simple loops stitched together from existing promotional footage, but it's striking to see Jet Link darting through the clouds of Giantland, or Luke striding easily through the woods that the Pugilistic Puma called home. Just what scenery you'll see depends on the time that you're there, for it cycles through the stops in the story as the evening goes on. Though the walls and the lighting aren't the only things to change. Courses of hors d'oeuvres and drinks are cycled out, the servers undergo quick and simple costume changes, and the little clockwork animals adorning the tables and clicking cheerfully are switched to thematically appropriate ones. Squirrels and rodents give way to birds and serpents, and finally as the music swells and the arrival to the Great Garnet City is nigh, winged lizards just like the ones belonging to the Warlock himself.
However long you stay for, they're happy to have you. And the hosts do genuinely hope that you'll remember this and the fantastic Tributes of District 2 when the next arena rolls around. Don't you want to be that person that helps them along on their road to victory?
What| A District 2 promotional party is way overdue. If the scheduling is convenient, well, that's just a coincidence. If the party's theme seems strangely familiar, well, there's another coincidence for you...
Where| An event hall somewhere in the Capitol
When| During the Binding plot, the evening of the break-in.
Warnings/Notes| Doing horrible things to public domain works of fiction? (Feel free to make a top level post and mingle!)
It was a small idea, at first. A small suggestion on Torin Byrd's part that he host a party on behalf of District 2. Nothing too major, some food and some music and some featuring of his District's Tributes... but then he had gone to his sister Candy to ask for some assistance with it all. With her being the socializer in the family, it seemed certain that she'd know just how to do it. But Candy had ideas. Ideas that, once she started bouncing them off her daughter Felicity, meant that this low-key party was going to be far, far more of a spectacle than District 2's poor mentor had ever imagined. For a party needed a theme, and wouldn't a nice classic story do the trick?
The word's been put out that there's another party going on tonight. If you like things that are off the beaten path, or maybe have party-hopping on your mind, there's a fantastic one themed around that Panem classic, the Warlock of Om. Something playful, something fun, something to take your mind off any heavy things that might be bothering you. The theming starts right at the coat check and foyer, which is lit in cool shades of blue with the faint sound of rippling water piped in. You're on your way to the Land of Om, just like Emily Rush was washed there by a flood. Passing into the ballroom proper takes you Om itself, a purple stone path snaking all throughout it. If you care to ease on down the road, it goes around the dance floor, passes by the refreshment tables and the bar, and has detours to comfortable seating, but comes to a stop at the far end of the hall where a Great Garnet City is done up in cloth and lights and projections. But just walking the path won't really take you there. The party itself's the journey.
It took some hard last-minute work and negotiation on everyone's part, but the opposing walls of the ballroom are floor to ceiling holographic screens, projecting Om-ian scenery, vivid and alive. And making their way through that scenery are renderings of District 2's current Tributes. Maybe they couldn't make it in person, but it's important to remember what the evening is really about. It was all on short notice, so they're relatively simple loops stitched together from existing promotional footage, but it's striking to see Jet Link darting through the clouds of Giantland, or Luke striding easily through the woods that the Pugilistic Puma called home. Just what scenery you'll see depends on the time that you're there, for it cycles through the stops in the story as the evening goes on. Though the walls and the lighting aren't the only things to change. Courses of hors d'oeuvres and drinks are cycled out, the servers undergo quick and simple costume changes, and the little clockwork animals adorning the tables and clicking cheerfully are switched to thematically appropriate ones. Squirrels and rodents give way to birds and serpents, and finally as the music swells and the arrival to the Great Garnet City is nigh, winged lizards just like the ones belonging to the Warlock himself.
However long you stay for, they're happy to have you. And the hosts do genuinely hope that you'll remember this and the fantastic Tributes of District 2 when the next arena rolls around. Don't you want to be that person that helps them along on their road to victory?
Felicity | Open
So here she is, trying to make the most of the Genius Garden Gnome outfit that they threw together for her. Aside from the little pointy hat, which no amount of lights, flowers, or steampunkish bits could make cool, it is not that bad. With the waistcoat and short pants and stockings, it's sort of cute and boyish. And she even had to admit to herself that sometimes, just sometimes, she felt like she was a little bit too smart for her own good, just like the poor outcast gnome... So she can make it work. And she is busy enough trying to make it work to feel particularly resentful right now.
She's one of the hostesses of the evening, after all! Her mother may be taking on the brunt of it, all glammed up and glowing in her Good Fairy Wilhelmina-inspired gown, but mom can't be everywhere. She's doing her best to be everywhere else, keeping in character while subtly trying to make sure that everyone's having a good time. Go on, ask her to recite pie to as many flavors as possible. Or extol the virtues of the Tributes projected on the walls. The Genius Gnome has plenty to say.
Leo | Open
This party was...probably something Torin and his family cooked up as the disaster of Arena 13 faded into the history books. Leo was none too bothered to help out in what he could, more so to prove to some people that he was worth staying here. Guests are welcome to spar with him (he'll take it easy on you) or talk about the Tributes and what their worth was to sponsor them.
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"Woo! How's it going so far, Mr. Puma Sir?"
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He glanced over to Felicity's station, "I'm guessing they didn't let you wear the other costume?" Like hell Torin will let her.
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"Noooo they did not let me wear the Emily costume..." And she moves into an overdramatic pout. "It's not that bad, is it?"
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He let out a laugh, not a mocking one of course, but he had to admit, Torin probably had a fit over it. "I don't think your uncle would let you parade around in a short skirt and high heels and we're not talking about the health problems. Wandering eyes lead to broken bones, my father always said."
Plus he was making sure no Tribute
Gary, was getting too close to his former cadet. Oh there would be pain.no subject
"My dad feels the same way too, really..." She huffs into her half-empty glass, the pout not quite vanishing. "I don't wanna do anything like that. I just want to... look nice!" There is perhaps a need to question just why 'looking nice' involves being quite so provocative, but now's not the time for it. Not when she's feeling so put out.
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"How have your parents been since they've moved into the Capitol?" From the way Torin referred to the Peacekeeper, the man really had issues with being authoritative. Candy was the face of the Yoshida family but Leo could be wrong as well.
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"Aah, well, mom's doing great, as you've probably seen! Dad..." She lets that trail off, then gives a noncommittal shrug. "He's mostly working. He seems pretty beat when he gets home, and half the time he falls asleep watching TV... but he's not unhappy or anything. A Peacekeeper's job's never done, right?"
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Cora was no father but he could see the wistfulness in his mother's eyes as they walked around their stunningly built home in District 2. Catalina would tell him this, that she thought it was only yesterday she brought her little lion into the world.
"He needs to get a spine, you're his daughter, not your grandfather's."
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"Hey, hey!" And then she's looking up from her drink, leaping to her father's defense. "He's brave to do what he does! And brave to have gotten to marry my mom in the first place! Just because he gets kinda weepy sometimes doesn't mean he can't kick ass." Because he does. He totally does. Her dad's big and strong and used to take her on the best piggyback rides and if he's a little emotional about stuff on occasion, well, maybe that's one of the reasons mom likes him.
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Candy may be sponsor seeking and the center of attention but there's no denying her affections to her husband.
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"...ooh! Newcomers!" Yes, that's a new gaggle of party-goers over there, ones that she hasn't headed over to charm and be all thematic to. She absently plunks her glass down on a passing tray, and without a look backwards, heads off to do her thing.
Torin | Open
At the appropriate time, the music swelled to a climax, and smoke machines at one end of the ballroom went off. The lights dimmed, giving him the spotlight. A giant projection of his head flared to life. "WELCOME, ALL WHO SHOULD COME TO THIS PARTY. IT IS OUR HOPE THAT HERE, IN THE LAND OF OM, YOU ARE ABLE TO RELAX AND GET AWAY FROM YOUR DAY-TO-DAY WORRIES AND CARES..."
As the floating head goes on and on with the party speech, one of the clockwork flying lizards waits for its cue before disturbing a curtain near the stage. The curtain falls, revealing Torin in his Warlock getup working the projection rig. "PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE LITTLE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN!" For this too is how the story goes.
"...actually, pay all the attention in the world to the little man behind the curtain--for you see, he's me! Warlock or not, wise or not, deep down, I'm just the same as anyone else here." Because what's this story, if not a celebration of fitting in? There's another flourish and a bow, and then the lights dim and the fog dissipates.
With that done, Torin goes out to mingle in the party at large, though he's still in character as the wise old Warlock who helps people tone things down to fit in better.
Later, much later, as the party is winding down, Torin can be found hanging out near one of the refreshment tables. He's hungry at this point, true, but he's also dealing with a gift one of the Sponsors, caught up in the spectacle of the party, had decided to give him. Hearing that they'd touched upon said Sponsor's favorite childhood story was a good thing, because that only meant more gifts for Two in the Arena, but when the Sponsor decided to give him a live iguana wearing a harness with tiny little wings like Om's winged lizards, well, that was something else entirely. There's a good reason all the animals here are clockwork, Torin's watchmaking hobbies aside--the idea of using living creatures as ornamentation had never sat well with him, and now he feels bad for the poor creature. So he's holding out a piece of fruit for the animal perched on his right shoulder to take, or, if he thinks no one is watching, swiping a flower from one of the centerpieces to feed it.