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

[etcircenses]

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.

Comments

[furgood]

She's already quite aware of what people think of her job, she wouldn't be offended. It's not something she's entirely fond of herself some days. Peggy's politeness doesn't go unappreciated though, if Meulin's relieved smile is an indication.

Oh all sorts. Mentors, Victors, Tributes, Escorts and Stylists! And of course, your usual sorts of Capitol citizens. A mixed bunch if efur there was one. I enjoy that part the most.

[impaledqueen]

Peggy is nothing if not polite. If she said what was on her mind all the time, then she probably would have been avoxed a long time ago. She is good about keeping her thoughts to herself when they wouldn't serve any purpose.

Then you must be having fun here, since it's crawling people from the Tribute Tower. Perhaps predictably, I'm very used to this sort of crowd.

Who was the most interesting person you've ever met during your work who doesn't work within the Hunger Games?

[furgood]

She smiles first and then her expression turns thoughtful. She taps her chin with her pen for a moment, as all the most interesting people that come to mind are definitely associated with the tower.

Purrobably my coworkers. I'm not used to them and they all have such interesting lives. And they all insist on having a signature color pen except it changes every few weeks. Capitol fashion I suppose?

Though if I had to pick someone I've spoken to for work, bartenders. Fascinating and full of stories. If you can get them to write them down.

[impaledqueen]

Coworkers? I didn't expect that. I suppose signature colors could move in and out of style, but I'm not sure how signature they are after the first few changes.

The waiter comes over with the wine. He pours out just a little for Peggy to taste, and after she gives it a sip and nods, he pours it out for both of them.

I've always found bartenders fun to speak with. What do you think the most interesting story you got from one was?

Let me know if you like the wine.

[furgood]

Meulin smiles at their waiter and curiously takes a sip. Interesting, on the lines with what she expected but quite nice. She would have to try a few more kinds in her time here.

I rather like it actually. Thank you!

And really, I think with my coworkers it's a novelty having to write to me. That and they never want to use the same color as each other and when one switches, they all want to.

As for the most interesting story, that's such a hard question. Perhaps the one who told me a long and probably fake story about how a patron carefully balanced a a few shots on his forehead and his friends started stacking things on top of it.

Wait this isn't nearly as interesting when I'm telling it. I wish I had that notebook to show you.

[impaledqueen]

Peggy smiles in satisfaction. It's always a victory if she picks the right wine for someone.

I'm glad. Wines can sometimes be a little hit or miss for certain people.

It sounds interesting enough. It would be more interesting to have pictures of. Did that story happen to end with alcohol and debris all over the floor?

[furgood]

Well consider this a hit.

And you would think so, but they spilled not a drop. Oh the floor was covered with all the things they had stacked but they managed to save the alcohol. The bartender foresaw the same future you did and tried to kick them out but I think in the end he was rather impressed.

It was either intensely memorable or fake since he remembered far too many details for something that happened several months ago, but he was quite the excellent story teller.

Meulin tries another sip after she hands over the notepad, finally giving the other patrons a glance.