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thecapitol2015-06-16 06:11 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2015-06-16 06:11 pm
Entry tags:
- ! mod plot,
- china sorrows,
- derek souza (panem),
- ellis,
- event: blind date,
- harley quinn,
- james sunderland,
- karkat vantas,
- leonidas cora,
- linden lockhearst (l),
- meulin leijon (panem),
- peggy carter (panem),
- porrim maryam,
- quintus falxvale,
- sigma klim,
- terezi pyrope,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ gritta,
- ✘ jane,
- ✘ kurt wagner (evo),
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ shilo wallace
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.
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.
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Everyone has their masks, he thinks, and with the cameras rolling there's no better time than now to wear and perfect them. No one can be that upbeat after being chewed up and spat out of an arena; he’s sure it takes considerable effort and makes one of his own to offer a small, short-lived smile. "Well," He huffs softly, sure the guy's just playing with him. Just about everyone is decked out in fancy, smartly-cut duds and here he is in a Henley and jeans. Not that he's ungrateful - quite the opposite. "I don' know about that."
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"Oh I'd know, yer stylist did good." Without the survival aspect to bog their mind, Ellis talked much more freely. "Waitin' fer yer date?"
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"Heh, yeah.” A hand rakes through his hair and settles at the nape of his neck, rubbing. “…Guess I am."
Candlelight dinners and playing footsie under the table, flowers and chocolates and deep, lingering kisses on the couch. The traditions and rituals of dating are part of a world that doesn't exist anymore, feeling strange to him like tugging on old clothes and finding that they don’t quite fit the same. You took what you could get these days. The careful brush of fingers against his arm, a hungry, needy, too-quick kiss. Gestures of affection so few and far between. You devoured every last pity-scrap the world tossed your way, always expecting to be robbed the next day of the chance to feel human for small spaces of time. He hasn't come into this with any expectations - it's a Capitol-run event after all - but it's surreal all the same, being here.
“You runnin’ from yours?” It’s said goodnaturedly, a gentle nudge of a joke.
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"What? Did ya get set up with someone less agreeable? I can getcha a drink or two if ya need it?"
He wasn't back away from the man but there's a wistfulness about the date as a concept, that they were allowed to be like everyone else. That the world didn't end.
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“Don' know who I’m supposed to meet yet… but your date or mine sees us hangin’ ‘round drinkin’ an’ it might give ‘em the wrong idea.” He glances over, a hand still on his neck, too tired to tell if Ellis’ eagerness is a guileless desire to be helpful or a come-on. Could be both. “…’less they got us paired together…?”
A breathy little chuckle creeps up on him -- though the looming presence of cameras never too far away has a way of dampening his amusement.
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It's this tireless optimism that helped the mechanic recover quickly and even allowed him to flirt with anyone he tried to. The Green Flu taught him something important: if the going is good and there is any sort of spark, pursue it and see if that person would be a good ally to keep. In other words: he barely had any shame before the zombie apocalypse, it was destroyed.
"Relax, Luke."
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“Wow.” It comes out in a flatly incredulous way, but he’s more amused by it than he expects to be. Having once had pick-up lines and flirting down to an art form (laughter had often served as the icebreaker,) it’s rather interesting to find himself on the receiving end of it, in jest or not. “You serious right now?
He doesn’t answer what follows but his smile fading at the edges and the mirth slowly draining from his face says enough. You could pluck a survivor out of a living hell but that hell then lived inside them, a burden they carried every day into every interaction and that was there every waking moment of their lives and waiting for them when they closed their eyes at night. Such is a price of survival.
He looks away, absently considering something in the distance.
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Ellis knows how hard it is to go from always watching their back, to going into every building thinking it's the last and then...to this. The mechanic saw this change and softened the smile he had.
"These people dunno how good they have it. They git to enjoy fancy meals, do tha' kiss-kiss, an' sleep in beds."
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There's an irony to Ellis' words that echo thoughts of his own. Once upon a time he hadn't known how good he had it either. He had always thought there'd be more time to party and drink with Nick and curl under the covers with someone, the time to squeeze in more visits to the farm. He'd ditch his job at the coffee shop and make it as a curator or something more at last, using a measure of his less-piddling income to spruce up the farm and take a load off mom and dad's shoulders.
He snorts softly.
The future he dreamt up for himself, filled with successful business ventures and fulfilling work, is irrelevant now. He can only live day-to-day when he isn't stuck knee-deep in the past.
"S'that what they call it now?"
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"Unless y'all got a better name?"
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“What?" His voice shoots up a half-octave. "Hold on now; was pretty sure hanky-panky's jus’ foolin' around without goin' all the way." Or is it one of those coyly vsgue, general terms?
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El didn't care about public perception, of what the Capitol thought of him...but he knows Luke will benefit the most from this change. That Sponsors can see another side of the Survivor.
*vague GAH my typo in the last tag tho'
“Well, it ain’t where I’m from, either. …I’m talkin’ second base here.” Which might not be the most reliable point of reference seeing as the definition of bases seemed like it was in constant evolution while growing up. “Makin’ out an’ all.”
It’s unexpectedly freeing, talking sex in general for what feels like the first time in years – even when it hasn’t been so long. It’s something other than survival to think about, both a welcome and troublesome distraction kicking around his mind in his idler, more restless moments. Unfortunately those moments are becoming more frequent.
He turns away again before long, moving to the door and craning his neck to see if his table's been occupied yet. Nothing so far -- though the place is steadily filling.
"Should get goin' in a li'l while. ...No date's gon' like us bein' late."
He might not be taking this entire event especially seriously, keeping expectations to a minimum and playing it by ear, but it doesn't mean he wouldn't be courteous to anyone who did.
dont worry about it! <3
Ellis patted Luke's shoulder, "Atta boy, knock 'em dead an' bring home the gold, yer gonna do fine!" He could be a good wingman if he wanted to be. "Yer handsome enough, yer gonna make yer date happy!"
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The problem never was attracting others - at least, not to the extent of keeping those he endeared himself to for longer than a couple of months was. He's heard it all: that he's too tall or not tall enough, too hairy or not hairy enough, too laidback or too energetic, too sweet or not sweet enough. And as much as he had tried, in his more naive moments, to reinvent himself and his appearance to delight his partners he was never very good at being anyone other than himself.
Ellis' touch is sudden and his shoulder stiffens slightly under his hand. Though it's over before he has much of a chance to process something other than how strange it is to be on the receiving end of a pep talk. Just the sort he had given Nick once upon a time.
"Hey," A note of mock-offense edges his voice. "I might not a' done this in a while but I ain't forgotten how to either."
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The mechanic knows how hard the road to recovery can be as the world dances around them, never knowing how shit can hit the fan. He knows what it's like to pretend everything's all right. But unlike many he's seen here, El wore it all like armor, that he could make it through.
"See y'all later! Good luck on yer date!"
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"Pff, c'mon, man..." He slants him a teasing look. "...y'sure that ain't your big dream?"
For all his wink-wink-nudge-nudge joking, Ellis might be taking this whole meet-and-greet more seriously than he is. Either that or he's just that fiercely committed to helping him do better than just tolerating this social function while losing Clem is weighing heavy on his mind. He'd try - it's why he's here, why he didn't put up a fight when his stylist announced his participation. And sometimes that's the best you can do.
Alcohol would help.
"You take it easy." He nods his thanks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "An' g'luck."