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Panem Events ([personal profile] etcircenses) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2015-06-16 06:11 pm

Oh, this is the night and the heavens are right on this lovely Bella Notte

Who| Everyone who signed up for blind dating!
What| An evening of romance, or disaster, take your pick.
Where| The Swift Cut restaurant
When| 16th June
Warnings/Notes| The course of true love never did run smooth. Remember that if your character was not rolled in arena but you signed up for them to be here, you will need to mark their death on fatality reporting.

The atmosphere at the Swift Cut this evening is bustling. It's clear from the moment one enters the restaurant that they have pulled all the stops out for this televised extravaganza.

Every fire is lit and the air is filled with the scent of the roasting meat on spits over the flames; boar, beef, pork, venison and more. Pots bubble with the smell of hot stew, vegetables are being roasted in ovens and from giant casks around the room beer is being drawn. The staff are in full 'barbarian' getup, consisting of skimpy furs on both the male and the female servers but luckily for you they don't seem to expect a similar dress code from their guests.

Tribute's stylists may have had other ideas, of course.

The giant room has been clearly divided. Tribute's will find themselves directed to one side while trueborn citizens of Panem and petitioned out individuals are brought to the other. It is left up to them to find their table with the number they will be handed upon entering the restaurant. Whether they are the first to arrive at their table is a matter of chance but they can be sure that a cameraman will always be there to capture the moment of realisation on both participants faces when they realise who their date is.

Once everyone is seated the music will begin the play. Minstrels strum lutes and harps, their voices filling the air softly with traditional medieval ballads. There is a space set aside for dancing if anyone is in the mood.

Throughout the evening, and certainly at the end, Tribute's and Capitolites will find themselves sporadically approached by the show host to be asked questions about how they feel the evening is going. It's up to them how honestly they answer, though they should remember the camera's are always watching.
burningdaylight: (hay gurl hay)

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-07-05 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Half-expecting her to attempt tangling him up in another politely-worded answer, he's mildly surprised when the tone between them remains light. Though that knot dully aching in his gut is nowhere close to dissolving.

"Maybe." A bob of his shoulders. "Well..." He jerks his thumb back towards the doors of the restaurant, "...Least the food in there looks better. Probably."
contrarianlibrarian: (Smile 2)

[personal profile] contrarianlibrarian 2015-07-07 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Obligingly, she looks to the restaurant. "It does."

She turns back to him. "If you're eager to return to it, by all means, go ahead. I believe we're supposed to keep our distracting dalliances short, anyway."
burningdaylight: (derpsmile)

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-07-07 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
“Well, I am a li’l hungry.” After being revived and forced back into a body that is all angles and edges, lean and hungry, this isn’t a lie. “‘sides, our company might get the wrong idea if we show up late.”

She has someone waiting on her, too. Not that she seems all too concerned.
contrarianlibrarian: (Neutral 2)

[personal profile] contrarianlibrarian 2015-07-08 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"So true." Her voice is gentle and almost cautious as she continues, "I'd hate to bring offense to anyone."

"Enjoy the rest of your date, dear. And I believe we will be seeing each other around."

A brief dip into a curtsy.
burningdaylight: (come what may)

[personal profile] burningdaylight 2015-07-08 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't doubt that. The cage of the Capitol has grown smaller with familiarity, and any place seems to shrink that much more when you're not particularly keen on having certain company. If he was ever a blip on her radar before, he's more of one now, he's sure, and he can't say for sure if this is something he needs to worry about.

Still, he offers her a polite farewell just mama taught him how, having the sense to keep his thoughts to himself. He nods, hitching his thumb into his jeans, looking to follow her inside. "Evenin', ma'am."