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thecapitol2015-06-18 02:15 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2015-06-18 02:15 am
Entry tags:
- ! mod plot,
- cassandra marko,
- china sorrows,
- ellis,
- emily finch,
- harley quinn,
- jason compson iv,
- karkat vantas,
- kurloz makara (panem),
- meulin leijon (panem),
- molotov cocktease,
- peggy carter (panem),
- quintus falxvale,
- temple drake-stevens,
- terezi pyrope,
- ✘ deckard shaw,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ gritta,
- ✘ jack sparrow,
- ✘ lilah cadash,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ nick (twd),
- ✘ rose lalonde,
- ✘ shilo wallace
Oh, sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale
Who| Anyone who's anyone (and of course, those signed up for the plot)
What| It's a games-watching party! A medieval ball and renaissance fair in one!
Where| A Capitol Ballroom.
When| Friday evening! This log is forward dated!
Warnings/Notes| Please do not comment in the placeholders! Those are needed for the later event. More details to come...
Hennins, masks, crowns and gowns. This is a ball built for playing the part. Although some guests have come in masquerade, it's certainly not mandatory. In fact, while attempts for some historical accuracy were made, that isn't mandatory as much so either. Medieval people were so drab! It shouldn't hurt to bring in a little fab.
The ballroom is big and beautiful, painted ceilings, gilded sculptures all up along the walls, shining chandeliers and marble floors. Paintings hang of President Snow, his family, and other infamous Capitolite families, all of whom also have coats of arms. Tapestries hang too along the walls depicting scenes of the Dark Days and recent arena both, all in Medeival styling.
Guests enter through wide doors and red-carpeted stairs leading down. The way to the gardens is a back opened wall on one side for guests to go to and from as they please, or observe the shows taking place outside.
Guessing games are had among the masked, and in one corner this has been taken to extreme. Black robes and eerie plague masks have been left for people to dress in so friends are forced to guess who they are through miming or voice. In another corner, a magician wows audiences and a women with a fogged crystal ball reads palms and gives fortunes.
The tables are set to the sides of the ballroom and far apart to allow plentiful dancing space. The food is, of course, a marvellous feast of all sorts of fruits, meats, breads, and more. One doesn't even need rise from the table to talk to another across the room; in each section a messenger bird, a colorful falcon-hawk muttation, awaiting notes that may be offered to it and the instruction as to whom they need deliver to. Notes can be signed or left unsigned and written in fullest honesty. The messenger birds are as obedient as any Avox, but far more fun! If perhaps slightly more susceptible to trickery, stealing napkins, food, and other things as commanded by mischievous children and adults alike.
Outside are all manner of games and shows in a great festival lit by torchlight and friendly glowing lightening-faerie muttations. Jugglers and jesters, stilt-walkers and fire-eaters. There's no end to the entertainment. There are medieval stocks set up for individuals to enact vegetable justice upon the volunteers, and some to simply take pictures with.
A chained bear dances to music played upon harps, drums, lutes, viols, crumhorns, pipe and tabors, and more! Both outside and within the ballroom dances are taking place. Some dances have patterns that can be easily follow and kept up with. Others are rehearsed by that of performers. The music plays soft and gentle, fast and lively, and all in between, some featuring bards singing their songs. Some of these songs may just be about you.
In brewing witches pots, sparkling and smoking with their magic, projections of the arena can be watched. Small ones are set upon the tables while larger ones sit outside. When those feasting are not cheering for that, they may do so for the rounds archery done with suction-cup arrows. Or perhaps the Jousting, of which there is both an option for guest participation with foam lances, cushioned ground, and animatronic horses, as well as the option of observing the real deal of jousting, with professional riders and performers, one for each District and The Capitol as well. Or perhaps you might head on down to view the axe-throwing competition? Or maybe you will sign up for pageant of beauty and talents. There's a place for children to play Nine-Man Morris and of course a keg and bar for the adults.
There is a stable, a pond, and a beautiful garden beyond the shows and performances. A gazebo goes out over the water, unintentionally modern as a part of the original building, but lovely nonetheless.
Why, there's just so much to do, it's hard not to see why the place is crowded and full with attendants. In fact, it's just noisy enough that some people might get away with saying a word or two they wouldn't be able to elsewhere. Things, and people, could easily hide right in plain sight...
What| It's a games-watching party! A medieval ball and renaissance fair in one!
Where| A Capitol Ballroom.
When| Friday evening! This log is forward dated!
Warnings/Notes| Please do not comment in the placeholders! Those are needed for the later event. More details to come...
Hennins, masks, crowns and gowns. This is a ball built for playing the part. Although some guests have come in masquerade, it's certainly not mandatory. In fact, while attempts for some historical accuracy were made, that isn't mandatory as much so either. Medieval people were so drab! It shouldn't hurt to bring in a little fab.
The ballroom is big and beautiful, painted ceilings, gilded sculptures all up along the walls, shining chandeliers and marble floors. Paintings hang of President Snow, his family, and other infamous Capitolite families, all of whom also have coats of arms. Tapestries hang too along the walls depicting scenes of the Dark Days and recent arena both, all in Medeival styling.
Guests enter through wide doors and red-carpeted stairs leading down. The way to the gardens is a back opened wall on one side for guests to go to and from as they please, or observe the shows taking place outside.
Guessing games are had among the masked, and in one corner this has been taken to extreme. Black robes and eerie plague masks have been left for people to dress in so friends are forced to guess who they are through miming or voice. In another corner, a magician wows audiences and a women with a fogged crystal ball reads palms and gives fortunes.
The tables are set to the sides of the ballroom and far apart to allow plentiful dancing space. The food is, of course, a marvellous feast of all sorts of fruits, meats, breads, and more. One doesn't even need rise from the table to talk to another across the room; in each section a messenger bird, a colorful falcon-hawk muttation, awaiting notes that may be offered to it and the instruction as to whom they need deliver to. Notes can be signed or left unsigned and written in fullest honesty. The messenger birds are as obedient as any Avox, but far more fun! If perhaps slightly more susceptible to trickery, stealing napkins, food, and other things as commanded by mischievous children and adults alike.
Outside are all manner of games and shows in a great festival lit by torchlight and friendly glowing lightening-faerie muttations. Jugglers and jesters, stilt-walkers and fire-eaters. There's no end to the entertainment. There are medieval stocks set up for individuals to enact vegetable justice upon the volunteers, and some to simply take pictures with.
A chained bear dances to music played upon harps, drums, lutes, viols, crumhorns, pipe and tabors, and more! Both outside and within the ballroom dances are taking place. Some dances have patterns that can be easily follow and kept up with. Others are rehearsed by that of performers. The music plays soft and gentle, fast and lively, and all in between, some featuring bards singing their songs. Some of these songs may just be about you.
In brewing witches pots, sparkling and smoking with their magic, projections of the arena can be watched. Small ones are set upon the tables while larger ones sit outside. When those feasting are not cheering for that, they may do so for the rounds archery done with suction-cup arrows. Or perhaps the Jousting, of which there is both an option for guest participation with foam lances, cushioned ground, and animatronic horses, as well as the option of observing the real deal of jousting, with professional riders and performers, one for each District and The Capitol as well. Or perhaps you might head on down to view the axe-throwing competition? Or maybe you will sign up for pageant of beauty and talents. There's a place for children to play Nine-Man Morris and of course a keg and bar for the adults.
There is a stable, a pond, and a beautiful garden beyond the shows and performances. A gazebo goes out over the water, unintentionally modern as a part of the original building, but lovely nonetheless.
Why, there's just so much to do, it's hard not to see why the place is crowded and full with attendants. In fact, it's just noisy enough that some people might get away with saying a word or two they wouldn't be able to elsewhere. Things, and people, could easily hide right in plain sight...
no subject
"I have some medical documents here. Stuff about the illness outbreak that happened a year ago." She addresses the people standing closer to her than to the other group at the table, all business and seriousness about her.
For her, she knows that the threat is a lot more serious than a few shakes and sweats.
no subject
He was trying to take it seriously, though. Really.
"I heard about that...It kind of caused a panic. Outbreaks...that's usually the kind of stuff that districts have to worry about." He murmured, trying to adjust himself so he can read it around her face. He gingerly reaches forward to tilt one of the corners away so he can look it over. "We keep everything so clean here. Yeah, it says right there, talking about how the public got it. But, um..." He lets go of the corner, and pulls at another one.
"They seem more concerned about the public getting it? Well, that makes sense, I guess. Capitolites aren't used to illnesses! Not like districters and offworlders. And you guys just pop back up when you die." It seemed perfectly reasonable to Cassian that they would be more worried about the citizens than the tributes, who are prone to all dying every couple months anyway. "But...what's that got to do with this disease? Is it the same...?"
no subject
"If it is, doesn't look like you Capitolites have it now, huh? Could have been altered so it didn't affect you losers." Like the mutant poisons back home. Although, the tributes didn't have something similar in their blood to target, did they?
He pulled the picture out and put it on the table closer to the girl -she seemed to know more at least. "I found this. Looks like some kind of cruddy machine part and it's got an eight on the back of it."
no subject
"What's going on right now seems more like a chemical exposure than an infectious disease to me," he declares, pointing at the reference to typhoid fever on one of the sheets. "It's too sudden. When I was out in the districts we'd have, say, fifteen guys eat the exact same contaminated food, half of them turn out fine, a few get sick the first day, a couple the next day, and so forth. It was never on cue like this."
Spotting something else on the page, he leans forward, his features darkening. "What's this about 'tests?'"
no subject
Terezi's attention is momentarily distracted by the picture that the other tribute slides her way. Some kind of machine--and the number 8, which could stand for anything. A quantity, a district, a sequence, a time... Her attention is pulled away by Quintus's question and proximity. She slides the picture up next to the documents to keep them all in plain view for the others.
"Tests," Terezi repeated, focusing on that word. She didn't like the idea of what it implied, but it had to be said nonetheless. "There was an outbreak of a bunch of diseases last year. I was in the tower back that. It spread like wildfire through here, almost everyone was sick. Your human diseases don't normally spring up on their own in concentrated areas, do they?" At least not three different illnesses cropping up inside the same building at the same time. "It sounds to me like someone has been making experiments out of us. If getting the rest of the Capitol sick was an accident, then it would follow that these tests were supposed to affect the tower."