The Crowning of Princess Anna of Arendelle, Phillip Gray, and Peggy Carter!

[etcircenses]

Who| Everyone in the Capitol!
What| The Crowning of the three victors of the mini-arena,
Where| On the streets of the Capitol
When| From noon to late evening, Friday.
Notes| Tribute attendance is mandatory. Even if you don't post, your tributes did attend. There seems to be a high level of Peacekeeper surveillance, so mind yourself!
Warnings| Creepy animatronics, and Olaf. Put any relevant warnings in the header, please.



With three winners this arena, the Capitol has decided that the best way to incorporate all of them is by throwing a massive street festival! Some streets in the Capitol have been sectioned off to allow people to walk down them at their leisure, and vendors line the streets, selling their wares.

There's a town square in the center of it all, covered with decorations found typically in any street festival--Streams and ribbons, balloons galore. This section remains neutral, as far as any theme regarding the Victors. This is by far the largest section, and has everything anyone could want at such a fair. Rides of suspicious quality are spread out, with a carousel that appears to be designed to mimic various animals of the mini arena. Sharks, dinosaurs, wild dogs, a yellow mutated bear. Who wouldn't want to sit on a Doki-Doki? And of course there's an old fashioned Ferris Wheel. It creaks and protests as it shuttles guests up into the air, but is completely safe. Apparently, they just wanted to give it the look of a ride ready to fall apart. And of course, plenty of stalls will be serving fair food. Popcorn, cotton candy, massive sundaes and pop, along with any fried food you could imagine. So much for counting calories!

Various bands of various qualities are also there, some simple soloists with only an instrument, to large groups on raised platforms. Each one is placed perfectly so that they don't interfere with each other's music, but you're never free from someone, somewhere, playing something. Performers wander between the stalls, during the day you can find jugglers, magic acts, and people doing incredible acts of acrobatics. At night, fire breathers come out, and jugglers light their clubs on fire as well, creating spectacular displays in the dark.

At the center of everything is a large fountain, that puts on fun displays of water patterns, and at night colorful light shows. Occasionally, the three winners' faces are projected onto the water. As the center of activity, it's teeming with even more activity decorations than the rest, with streamers and glitter everywhere. There's a raised stage here, where the Victors will give their speeches. At the end of the festivities, a dazzling fireworks display show will serve as a closer for the day's events.

The rest of the festival is sectioned off into three streets, one for each Victor.

Anna's street is made to look like the pleasant cobbled streets of Arendelle. No technology here, all of the vendor stalls are cute little tents, and turrets are at the street corners, with yet more shops inside them. The Arendelle sigil hangs everywhere, and the avoxes manning stalls are dressed up like the city's townspeople.

The biggest attraction here? The food. There's plenty of meats and cheeses to be found, but most important is the dessert. Any dessert you could imagine can be found among the stalls. Macarons, crepes, sundaes, gelato, cupcakes. And to top it off, square in the middle of it all is a massive chocolate fountain. The only thing you're limited by is your own waistline.

Beyond desserts, you can find stalls where you can dress up like Anna (including getting a white streak in your hair), hordes of stuffed Olafs and Svens that when squeezed, happily chirp out little sayings about how Anna is the best Victor, the most blood thirsty Victor, etc etc, and one single souvenir stall that has 1000 salad plates bearing Anna's face. Every time you turn around, there's more merch to be found, with things you wouldn't even related to Anna having her face stamped across it.

Screens are placed at regular intervals along the street, playing various heart warming moments from Anna's time in the Capitol. From kissing Bro to touching his butt in Arena 11, bonding with Elsa, any moments in arenas deemed suitably badass, and a lot of hanging out with various friends...most of whom have passed on, RIP. But just in case you wanted to see the prolific people of Anna's past, there will be people walking around her street dressed like Elsa, Kristoff, and even one solitary Hans.

At the very end of the street is a skating rink, with an animatronic Olaf spinning around on the ice and singing.

PG is sure to love his street!

It's more modern day, sticking with the carnival theme. However, it's a lot darker down here than the rest of the festival--At night, the street lamps are dimmed and flickering, and even during the day, it just feels like the light can't quite get all the way down to where the people are. The street itself is a lot more dingy in general, and all of the fair decorations look much older and beat up--All the balloons are laying on the ground deflated, the streamers half torn down. All of the signs are battered and only just legible. Overall, it's pretty dang creepy.

Lining the streets are statues of the various animatronics from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaeria. But don't worry kids, these statues don't move! However, there are holograms that pop up on unsuspecting guests to give them a scare. Gotcha!

If you're feeling a little stuffed from all of Anna's desserts, you need not worry! There's only one food stand here, serving good old fashioned lukewarm, extra greasy pizza. Freddy Fazbear would be proud! The stalls are manned by avoxes dressed like a strange purple guy, and they'll be selling stuffed animals of the animatronics, along with posters of PG, either alone, or with Venus Dee Milo, Linden, and any one else that he's gotten particularly chummy with. Don't forget a real freddy mask! Just in case, you know, you might need to sneak past any strange and hostile animatronics.

There's no musicians here, but an unsettling music plays as you walk along the streets, with no source to be found.

What's that smell? That'd be Peggy's street, keeping heavily with a barn theme, to celebrate Peggy's home district. The street is lined with a white picket fence, and instead of benches, guests can take a seat on a hay bale and feel like they're riding a horse! The balloons from the rest of the festival are here, but they've gotten a good old fashioned farm makeover. Even the banners get a d10 facelift!

The stalls lining the streets here are made up to look like barns, and the avoxes manning them dressed like farmers. In them you can find scarves of any color, and stunning red hats for sale. And of course, toy hologram swords that light up when you 'stab' yourself with them! The food here is mostly meat--pieces of chicken, steak, sausage, etc. But you can find some cupcakes, too! There's a petting zoo with various real livestock animals, manned by real people, because who would put an avox in charge of animals? If you fork over some money, they'll give you some treats to feed the animals with. Aside from the petting zoo, they have a single horse and cow that you can take pictures with, but are discouraged from trying to ride or tip.

For a more exciting game, you can head over to the butcher stall, where you'll be given an apron and get to cut up a real piece of meat (Peacekeepers are assigned to this booth permanently, carefully watching any tribute or districter who handles anything sharp). Or you can get two friends and pretend to be Peggy, Bucky, and Steve. There are a few scenes painted onto walls of the three of them doing all kinds of adventurous things, with holes for their heads, where people can stick their own heads through and get their photos taken. Can't you feel the eternal friendship?

Overall, the entire festival is fun and glitz, and to the unwary it might seem uncontrolled, even chaotic. But peacekeeper presence is at an all time high, and everywhere is heavily surveyed. They seem to be more on edge than usual, and are quick to respond to anything that might seem dangerous or seditious.

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The Victors' Speeches

[etcircenses]

[voiceinthephone]

Phillip Gray is not a great public speaker; that was a fact that most people in his world could attest. He stuttered, he would ramble, but he tried to get his point across. Dressed in a simple outdoorsy outfit fit to walk through all three streets, he knows that he doesn't deserve to be in this circle. The familiar, grotesque environments didn’t help, and the animatronics all looked on him as if they were all about to jump at the guests. His Victory was a bittersweet one, scarred into his face...he didn’t want it for himself, for his District, but now that he had, he wasn’t wasting it. So he tried his best to wing the speech as he did with those voice messages, he knows what to say.

“Uh, hello…Hello,” Phone Guy cleared his throat, “Uh, I was told I should do a speech about my victory and, um, yeah. I wanna start off by thanking you all for coming and for enjoying these festivities. My street isn’t the brightest but I can assure you, all these animatronics,” he looked over to the Freddy and the Puppet statues, “They hold a very dear place in my heart and in the hearts of children back in my world. I think you all know their names but w-what you didn’t know is what they did.”

Jeremy’s ever bleeding head kept Phil from going on about the bots, so he focuses on the matters at hand. “These were all designed to not only entertain children, but to keep them safe, safe from monsters, both imaginary and real. I grew up with these guys, I remembered their songs, and then I worked with them…until a real monster came along. They attacked adults because it was one of them, a man who wore a purple uniform that took eleven children away.” Yeah, those Avox uniforms are going to be a bit uncomfortable and the main reason Phil avoided the color at all costs: they reminded him of a murderer.

And now for the gist of the speech, as he let the memories flow into a steady stream of thought, one to please the Capitol for letting him live. “Eleven children seized from their parents’ hearths by a serial killer…and a guard named Jeremy Fitzgerald who-who died investigating the case. I continued his work, right up until I…” something about that night came to mind, and for a moment he stares into the crowd before he resumed, “Right up until one night. I had a bad one and I was reaped to serve District 6. These events taught me something that rings true in Panem: sacrifice. What are we willing to sacrifice to ensure the safety of others? To ensure the safety of Panem and its Districts?”

He let that question sink in for a moment, “I promised myself that I would always remember those eleven children and Jeremy’s sacrifices and that I would make their deaths count for something. Th-the same goes for those I cared and protected and those who I have lost in the Arenas. Friends, a-and loved ones, comrades and fellow Tributes. I’m not asking you all to stop the celebration, please enjoy yourselves! But I ask you to remember those who we have lost a-and hold them dear.” Phil raised his drink, “Because it’s their sacrifices that make us stronger, and it’s through that strength that we can protect this nation.”

He repeats the patriotic motto his mentor taught him: “Panem Today, Panem Tomorrow, Panem Forever. Thank you and have a great time.” Phil simply steps off the platform and settles down wherever he's told to sit. This is the Tributes' party now, and he can hope that one day, the Toreador March will never play again.

[foundafamily]

It’s a good speech, as near as Firo can tell, not really being an authority on these things. There’s all that praise to appeal to the Capitol—that much he can gather—but possibly a few more subtle, deeper meanings of the kind that Phil’s talked about before. Admiring his friend’s verbal finesse isn’t why he’s hanging around to close to the stage, though.

Once there’s a bit of a break in the crowd, Firo bounds over to him, hands on his hips. Even as he tries to sound cross, he can’t keep himself from smiling broadly. “So what’s all this I hear about my ally leavin’ me, huh?”

Really, he’s about a split second away from grabbing the guy and congratulating him.

[justoutrunyou]

In what must be the universe's way of getting a cheap laugh at her and Phil's expense, Sandy is waiting for him having watched the speech from the front row wearing a pink and white frilly outfit that's somewhere between a waitress and a maid. Doll-like joints have been painted onto her exposed hands and her stockings look like shiny metal coils. Her face has been painted a bit like a clown and she feels like it was a bit much but she's never argued with the stylists before and she's not about to start now.

A fluffy white tail and white fox ears completes the outfit in a way that is not entirely significant to Sandy. She smiles at him in an apologetic and sympathetic way and offers him a large cold soda, her other hand holding a bag full of goodies she picked up at the festival on the way.

"So...is public speaking scarier then all of that stuff you already mentioned?"

Anna's speech!

[rediscover]

It's surreal, being here. Let's just get that out of the way.

Everywhere Anna looks, there are little pieces of home. The crest of Arendelle, the crocus. Her silhouette on banners, just like there were at home. Stalls and vendors, wagons full of sweets and people dressed as her, her sister, Kristoff...even Hans.

Ordinarily, this would be comforting. Right now, it's just unnerving. Because everything is...off. Just the tiniest bit. Not enough that anyone else would notice, but Anna notices. It's not the same. But she can't allow herself to dwell on that, because she finally did it. She won--not a full Arena, but it was grueling nonetheless, and she made it, along with the other two. She can't even be bothered that there are three Victors, because it takes some of the pressure off of her.

She's been dressed in pristine white and gold. Her gown is a flowery, flowing concoction, feather soft and breeze-ruffled, the front open to display slim legs and dainty slippers. Around her neck, ominous and heavy despite how dainty it is, is a collar of gold, with the smallest of padlocks keeping it shut at the back. Her throat tightens, and it presses just at her windpipe. A grim reminder of who she belongs to, now. Occasionally, her earrings clank against it, startling her. Equally heavy is the crown atop her head, nestled in the soft curls and braids her hair has been set into, blooming in enamel and gold. She should feel pretty, feel more like a princess than ever, but as Anna steps up to the mic, she can't help feeling more like a porcelain doll being set upon a shelf.

She clears her throat, glancing down at the embossed cream card in her trembling hands, upon which has been written her speech. "Um. Hello...everyone," she begins with a nervous laugh, and the crowd murmurs in laughter as well. "Thank you all for coming here to celebrate with me. I am so...so honored to be your next Victor. Or, well, one of them!"

Anna glances up, smiling sheepishly, batting the long lashes that have been glued in, like her real ones weren't quite good enough. "I feel even more honored to stand alongside my fellow Victors and usher in a new era of glory for the Capitol. It's--it's pretty crazy to have won along with someone who's already done it once. Peggy Carter is a fierce competitor, and she deserves this just as much as I do, if not more. And Philip Gray! Well, he's sort of like me. We're proof that anyone can win, if you set your mind to it."

The princess takes a steadying breath, and her voice grows a little stronger. "We must all do our part, do what's best for the good of everyone. I was weak--I failed, over and over, but once I made up my mind to be a better competitor, to make the Games that much better for everyone, for everyone at home watching and cheering for their favorite Tribute to win, that's when I found my Victory. That--that's when I found the strength to overcome everything and embrace my triumph."

It makes her stomach churn, to say these words. To hope it's the right thing to say.

"I hope that my victory, that all three of our victories, will inspire you to do the same. To do the right thing, to stand up for the glory of the Capitol, and to show everyone how proud you are to live here and get to be a part of all this. To show that you'll stand beside our dear President Snow and our brave Peacekeepers, and take pride in your country. Even us Offworlders should be proud, to be allowed to live in such a wonderful place."

A long exhale, letting go of all her nervousness, and Anna lifts one arm--her right, because her left is still in limbo, with no feeling and little response-- in a triumphant fist, nails glinting gold in the afternoon sun, letting her smile widen, grow confident and proud.

"I am so proud to be your Victor. Panem today...Panem tomorrow...Panem forever. Thank you!"

Her voice rings out over the sound system, almost eerily, as her crowd--her adoring fans--erupt into cheers and applause. The princess feels something like relief--she did it. She said exactly what she needed to. And now she can finally enjoy her own Crowning.

[ruffntumblenut]

Once Anna is down from the stage she's greeted by a bright yellow dress with elaborate blond ponytails full of curls that spill down her back. The person modeling said dress who is in sharp contrast to the bright colors is none other then Ruffnut Thorston with her face, arms and legs painted to look like some kind of creepy segmented doll come to life.

She looks...somewhat disgusted.

"Sheesh you kinda laid it on thick didn't you?" She muttered once she was close enough not wanting to broadcast her distaste for the speech. It might be a bit hypocritical of her given how she was starting to show up in adds promoting the Jr. Peacekeepers, but somewhere in Ruffnut's head she always like to imagine her crowning as being all about her and not about the Capitol.

"Did they write that for you or what?"

[actually112]

Aang doesn't blame Anna for laying it on so thick. He can't really do it without sneaking in backhanded compliments in there, but more power to her if she's better at pretending than he is. It doesn't occur to him that he could actually mean most of what she said.

Once again, Aang is in very pretty drag. He's starting to get used to it. It sticks close to the princess theme because D4 is supposed to celebrate its victor, which he doesn't mind.

He hangs out on the edge of the roof of one of the Arendelle buildings. He has a giant, beautiful flower crown in his lap. He waits for Anna to pass by, and with a stifled giggle, he reaches out and drops it on her head.

[sociopathicwolf]

It's obvious that Derek's dressed in support of their newest mentor tonight. There's a white streak in his dark hair, the collar around his neck is practically made of ice, and his make up is also reminiscent of ice, aside from the blood on his lips. His suit is a match to them both and, well, at least with the blood spatter on it, no one will notice if he tears his stitches.

He stands off to the side while Anna makes her speech, tense and nervous and almost dreading how it's going to go, what she's going to say. Some of the Victors - new and classic - have taken this opportunity to make jabs at the Capitol, thinly disguised in their speeches as though the Capitol won't notice and won't retaliate. They always do.

But she doesn't. It's... it's damn near perfect, Derek honestly can't say he'd change a thing, and the relief he feels is maybe tinged with just a little bit of pride.

"Good job, princess."

It's quiet, but sincere. He's impressed, and he's so damn relieved that she didn't do something stupid. That maybe she's smart enough to pull this off, to be a mentor. To be constantly under the Capitol's thumb and to make them believe that she loves it, that it's where she belongs.

To not put him and Chuck at risk, because they're now associated with her even more.

The collar around her neck catches his eye, and he reaches out to touch it, running his thumb over the smooth metal. It doesn't quite match the one around his neck, but the theme is clear, and she is just as much the Capitol's now as he is. He wonders how she'll handle this - for him, the collar around his neck is a reminder of Chuck, that he's doing this all for his family, to keep them safe. He wonders if she has anything like that to keep her going.

But he doesn't ask. Normally he wouldn't even wonder, and he isn't completely sure why he's thinking of that right now, beyond knowing that he needs her to keep doing what she did tonight.

Instead he drops his hand, and drops his gaze to the ground, unwillingly to look at her with what he needs to say next.

"Didn't mean for that to happen." He nods at her shoulder.

[impaledqueen]

Peggy is moving slower than she usually does. Out of any of the Tributes, she had killed the most, and she had probably gotten injured the most. Between her injuries and the treatment she needs for the incredible amounts of radiation she was subjected to, she needs a cane to walk.

That doesn't mean she's lost any of her grace. She walks to the stage with the same dignity she has when moving in the Training Center or coaching her tributes. She's not wearing anything fancy. She just has a white shirt and skirt ensemble covered with what the Capitol considered a D10 jacket, with, of course, one of her customary scarves.

She settles on stage by leaning on her cane just a little. While it is covered with beautiful carvings of flowers, it hides a sinister underbelly: the entire cane, from the head to the staff, is made of bone.

"Well, this seems rather familiar." She waits for a ripple of laughter to go through the crowd before smiling down at all of them, but there's a crack in her usual mask. For those that know her, there's too much teeth in her smile, like she's getting ready to leap forward and bite someone's throat out. "If you wanted to see me show off how good I look with a cane again, you only needed to ask. As it stands, you seem to have gone through a lot of trouble."

Another ripple of laughter. The teeth are still in her smile. She can't make them go away, no matter how hard she tries, and her knuckles are white on the bone cane. "Well, let no one say I haven't earned my right to life. I have to admit it's been a rather informative experience. One always wonders how much they've changed with age, and having gone through the Hunger Games a decade after the first time, I think I have the answer to that question."

She gives a dismissive wave, a facsimile of playfulness. "But listen to me, sounding like an old woman when I'm not even twenty-six yet. This is your fault, you know; you've gone and made me nostalgic." Another ripple. More laughter. "But really, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for all the people who believed in me when I needed it most. Thank you for your support, Panem, and thank you Capitol, for your generosity in saving the other classic Victors alongside our offworld Tributes. I was glad to wake up and see them all safe."

She leans on her cane, giving off the vague appearance of weakness, but there's something wrong about it. Maybe it's the steel in her back or the teeth in her smile, but the weakness seems to be little more than a veneer. "We are, as always, proud to serve Panem and sacrifice for its future. Every day, we create our past. Especially in these trying times, every individual has to remember that past, and remember the consequences of the actions of long ago and how the actions we take today reflect them. Before doing anything, we all must ask ourselves if the consequences are worth it. And we should allow our history to inform our future."

There's a thump as she moves her cane to look at the direction the other Victors have gone. "Congratulations, Phillip Gray and Anna of Arendelle. I personally welcome you into the ranks of the Mentors. You, like the rest of us, are now totems of Panem's long and storied history. You are the reflection of our world, and of our world's future."

She looks back out at the crowd, her smile fading. "And as is every single person out there. Panem today, Panem tomorrow, Panem forever. Thank you."

She walks off the stage without any help, and any slowness is covered by uproarious applause.

Guest Mingle

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Ermac | OTA

[glowygreendeath]

The good news was that Ermac had been revived with a couple of days to spare before the crowning ceremony. The bad news was that his stylist had seen fit to put him in violet crushed velvet robes with a golden insignia pinned on the chest. He didn't mind the outfit itself, but his stylist had refused to explain why he kept snickering while he was tailoring it.

Regardless, Ermac can be found in the Arendelle street during the day, where he's enjoying the imperial atmosphere and the delicious food. It's the closest to home he's gotten since he'd been kidnapped, even if the decor is clearly based on a far colder kingdom than his.

During the night, he can be found in the Fazbear street, either trying a slice of "pizza" or watching the holograms without even flinching. He's also carrying a trio of the animatronic plushies.

you're legit terrible

[voiceinthephone]

At first, Phillip though this was a joke, a terrible joke given the circumstances of his Crowning. And then he saw who was wearing it...really? Phone Guy's unease is compounded with a certain level of rage that comes when someone murders a loved one. Though it's weird to see Ermac holding three of the animatronics.

Maybe they really do appeal to the masses, he thought as he approached the warrior from behind.

"I-I take it these are to your liking?"he asked in the most civil tone possible.

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy waves to Ermac when she sees him coming over to the place where people are getting Pizza. She looks particularly bright in a pink and white frilly outfit that is something like a cross between a maid and a waitress. She might even be a little hard to recognize in a clownish level of white and pink makeup on her face. A pair of fluffy white fox ears and tail finish the outfit earning her lots of "Aww" from the passing capitolites whom she ignores.

A bag baring the crest of Arendelle sits next to her overflowing with items from all three of the streets. It seems Sandy's been on a bit of a shopping spree, unlike some tributes still struggling for credits she's got a healthy supply. Plushies like his are peeking over the top of the bag.

"Ever had Pizza before?"

Firo Prochainezo | ota

[foundafamily]

Coming to the shindig attired like an old-timey sheriff, Firo’s first priority is to ditch the silly badge that comes with the costume. …That is, until he sees the peacekeepers swarming the streets and decides that chucking a symbol of authority probably isn’t going to do him any favors.

Aside from that minor offense, he goes about the Crowning in good spirits for once. A friend won and is out—why wouldn’t he celebrate?

He pauses at a few of the attractions: gawking at the creepy face plates in the first street, cautiously poking an animatronic on the second one, and wandering around the stalls of the festival. Even on feast days back home—never much his thing anyway—he’s never seen a fair this grand.

Linden Lockhearst | OTA

[dead_black_eyes]

Linden never wants to attend Crownings, but tonight, this is true in a sinister new way. He'd been in the Arena representing District 6, as he'd been once years ago and never thought he'd have to be again. He'd left it in tatters, scraps of rag and bone that scarcely still drew breath and carried a pulse, and right when the pain and fear was ebbing away under the stricken and tearful gaze of Phillip Grey, he'd been yanked back by the medical science the Capitol alone possesses in Panem. Many sutures and syringes later, he's alive, even if he feels rather stitched and cobbled together and can't remain standing for too long. His attempts to decline painkillers were a bust; beaten to within an inch of his life and stabbed in the throat, he still bears and feels the signs of his brutal end, and a little help was practically forced on him so he would be able to attend the Crowning without collapsing in a quivering heap of agony.

Because, unlike the offworld Tributes, Linden and the other classic Victors weren't revived to perfection. This is their only life, and it still belongs to President Snow.

It's a good night for District 6, and Linden receives many congratulations because of Phillip's win. It means that the other man is a Mentor now, and Linden's presence remains nondescript and understated throughout the speeches. His old Game sensibilities make this entire Crowning feel surreal, especially in combination with the drugs he's taking for on-label reasons; by all rights, he shouldn't be here, with dark clothing covering his mending, bandaged body. He lost the Hunger Games, and should therefore be in a tomb.

He drifts through the festivities as one in a dream, passing up alcohol save for the occasional accidental glass of champagne slipped into an indifferent hand. He avoids jostling others more than usual, and is usually looking for a place to sit down and catch his breath. He at least passes by every attraction and can be found in each street, examining the Fazbear-themed statues, the desserts, the butcher stand. He seems very interested in cutting meat, and keeps asking for new pieces; though he doesn't try anything suspicious with the knife in his hands, he seems reluctant to let go of it.

[voiceinthephone]

Phillip managed to get away from some of the crowds to try and buy himself some of the plushies he's long since forgotten that existed. That somehow, these facsimiles would be like the same thing, just safer, yes. He's got a bag of them, though he hesitates so much into giving the purple-uniformed Avoxes his money. Seems like the Capitol really enjoyed the story about the serial killer. Before he turns to grab a pizza slice (sweet greasy Jesus he missed pizza), he spots a man out of breath.

"Sir, do you need-" Gray rushed, forgetting all decorum instructed and reaching over to help the ailing guest. Black messy hair...a pallor so familiar... it's not until he sees the eyes that he dropped his bag in shock. Linden was alive.

"S-Sir." He repeated the honorific title, his voice trembling again.

[69problems]

The butchering station is probably the last place someone would expect to see the Pacifist Victor. Knives? Blood? Not exactly his scene, or at least not the scene of the image the Capitol has cultivated for him. Usually he lets that image stand: being underestimated has only ever worked in his favor. Here, though, he doesn't care what looks he might get. He both wants to check in on Linden and handle a knife. It's not butchering a freshly-felled beast but it's something.

He slides in next to Linden, and after a moment's consideration shrugs off his gray leather jacket to reveal the snow white shirt beneath. It wouldn't do to get blood on the fringe that runs down both sleeves, and the apron will only do so much in that regard.

"Having fun?"

Meulin Leijon | OTA

[furgood]

It becomes obvious almost immediately that Meulin is going to spend much of her night avoiding getting her icy dress dirty. The street festival wasn't really made for the delicate dress she wears but her excitement at a win for her home district had thrown caution and budget to the wind. At least, in the Capitol, there is some comfort in looking good and she is assured of that much, even if she had been nudged into matching two themes instead of just one. Throughout most of the crowning, she looks around as if trying to find someone. She never seems to find them.

Anna's street catches her attention for most of the afternoon, with the ice rink and chocolate fountain. At least half an hour is wasted eating gelato and watching the animatronic Olaf spin around the ice in blissful silence. The sayings that the stuffed plushies chirp out are lost on her but she gets one of each for her sister. In fact, a great deal of things end up in her hands, as she gets just one more thing for her sister, her aunt, her cousin. At last she gives in to the inevitable and buys a cute tote bag bearing the crest of Arendelle to carry it all in.

Peggy's street feels a little odd and off to her really, but she explores nonetheless. Perhaps it's the silly hay bale horses and the vague attempts at rustic decoration. She's never been to District 10, but she can vaguely imagine how they might have decorated this part of the festival if Chuck or Derek had won. It's a little unsettingly but she's not entirely sure why it's more so than say, Anna's. She picks up a cupcake and toys with it as she admires the petting zoo, but when she gets to the the butcher stall and the photo op walls, she quickly loses her appetite and leaves.

Phil's street is peered down but by the time she gets there, the sun has dipped below the horizon and the flickering lamps don't exactly give her confidence in this part of the carnival. She makes it fifty feet, uncertainly peering at a plushie when a fox animatronic jumps out of nowhere right into her face. Unlike the fox, her scream and stumble backwards are very real. Her heel catches the bottom of her dress and down she tumbles.

[foundafamily]

Finding all of the merchandise more than a little strange, Firo's surprised to see someone so loaded down with dolls and such. He pauses.

"Looks like somebody's enjoyin' herself."

He doesn't tend to approach the Panem people, figuring that it's better for both of them if he interacts with them as seldom as possible. But he's in a festive mood thanks to his friend's release, and it's made him a bit chattier than normal.

Peggy Carter (Panem) | OTA

[impaledqueen]

This is not how a Crowning is supposed to work.

Everywhere she looks, she sees people she killed. She has to think about the things she did and how easily she slipped back into the Butcher Queen persona. After ten years, is that how it is? She will kill to survive?

Of course she will. Didn't she always know that? But it's different, knowing that she even 'killed' people who she didn't think were coming back. She doesn't really want to be out here.

But she has to be. She gives a friendly chat to the newspeople and then starts wandering slowly up and down all the streets, leaning heavily on a cane made entirely of bone and occasionally tightening the red scarf around her throat as she observes the attractions.

Eventually, she sits next to the petting zoo with an untouched cupcake. A pig wanders away from the group and settles next to her on the other side of the fence. She throws pieces of the cupcake to it, watching it snuffle the ground and eat it up.

"Are you having as much fun as I am?" In reply, the pig just snorts while it eats. "Yes, I thought so."

Signless | OTA

[69problems]

Of course the Capitol's response to having three Victors would be to create a Crowning so big it couldn't be confined to one central hall. Signless wanders through the sprawling section of city dedicated to the party, carefully avoiding most of the food booths. It's been a while since Gary showed him bacon-wrapped deep-fried butter but time has done nothing to dull the taste of the one bite he managed to keep down.

His outfit today is done up all in whites and grays, with a light dusting of sparkle here and there to evoke images of Anna's snow. The boots, soft leather jacket and of course the cowboy hat make clear that the main inspiration for his outfit is not the refined court of Arendelle. Decorative metal cables and a few thin black wires are hung from his belt loops on both sides and another cable serves as his hat band: the only overt reference to Phil. Suffice it to say that it's very easy to tell when he's coming, because between the cables and his blunt snowflake-shaped spurs, he's doing an awful lot of jingling.

He doesn't linger long on Anna's street, save for a while spent entranced by the strange singing thing in the ice rink. Occasionally his ear twitches as though trying to swat away a bug, but unfortunately it can't also swat away the singing.

Phil's street is also not quite to his taste, though there's a lot there to explore all the same. Much of the effect of the low lighting is lost on him; it's one of the drawbacks (or perks?) of being part of a species that can see in the dark. The holograms are still sudden enough to spook him, though, and if one happens to pop up and make him accidentally bump in the person standing behind him -- well. Accidents happen, and they are scary. He can also be found holding a Chica plush with a bemused expression on his face, as though he can't quite decide if she's cute of terrifying.

Once he gets to Peggy's street, though, he knows where he's going to be spending the rest of the crowning. Even if it's a simplified mockery of what District 10 is probably really like, it feels more homey to him than the other two streets. The petting zoo especially enchants him and he spends a good while there making friends with the goats, sheep and chickens (it's almost surreal seeing such relatively normal animals after all the mutts of the mini arena). Ironically he spends a good deal of time at the butchering station, slicing the meat with practiced ease. One would almost think he spent a good deal of his life hunting and butchering his own food or something.

Phillip Gray - OTA

[voiceinthephone]

As soon as the speeches are done, Phil takes a mindset similar to Anna's and decides to enjoy the Crowning for what they were: a party to celebrate their survival and let the tributes have fun in unnerving recreations of their lives.

He first gets the news stuff out of the way, thanking not just the Capitol, but the people at District 6 for giving him a home and something to strive for. He talks about his fellow Tributes with a genuine sense of pride and talks good things about them, as well as his Mentor Linden Lockhearst. He made it a point that Linden's sacrifices for Panem should be remembered. He also makes a note to send a thank you to Stephen too, even if the younger Reagan left under duress. Phil talks about his fellow Victors and the great respect he has for them. If anything sounds like the man wants to avoid talking about himself and his performance...that's because he is.

Anna's street brings about a sense of wonder, and a realization that she really was a princess back in her old home. The chocolate fountain is exquisite, and there was something about the reels that he knows Anna deserves her crown more than anyone else. She's out of the Arena, she gets to live again. The robotic snowman spooks Phil to no end...and that's saying something given his street.

Peggy's street is a lot more open and wild, Phil can be found over at the petting zoo. Cute critters were a weakness of his and he doesn't mind paying for a few treats. "Kinda glad Foxy's not here," he said under his breath, there's still trickster left in his pet foxling back at his suite. Gray's disappointed he can't even pet the horse when he gets there, as it reminded the man of Rick Grimes' camp and the time he spent there in Arena 14. Vivi was definitely getting a basket full of toys as soon as the Crowning's done and before Gray throws himself into Mentoring.

But it's in his street that Phone Guy finds himself drawn to, as if he were home. He feels a strange sense of nostalgia when he sees Freddy and the Fazbear Gang frozen in time. I have the weirdest case of Stockholm Syndrome, Phil thinks as he wanders the alleys with a sense of familiarity. He's probably the only one who laughs after the scares, because he knows them so well. The Capitol used his cause of death as a cheap scare tactic and he can't find fault in that. He's still terrified of course, there's not enough alcohol in the world to make him forget where he came from...at least the scares don't actually end in people getting stuffed into suits.

In the end though, some of Gray's old self, the man who started off as a cheerful manager at Freddy's, comes through as he tells the Avoxes to please warm up the pizza, and buying up at least one of each plushie: Foxy, Chica, Bonnie and of course, Freddy Fazbear himself. There's a poster though, one that immortalized the one intimate moment Phillip had with Venus...all the other ones could disappear in a fire, but it didn't matter because this one was burned into his skull. I miss you, Vee, he thought, But thank you. Thank you for giving me back my life. Wherever you are, there's a light on my door if you ever need to find your way. Did it matter that she might be alive and find someone else? No, not really, because for Phillip Gray, her happiness was more important than the crown on his head.

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Ellis | OTA

[shiftingurbulls]

Ellis couldn't help be happy for one of the victors more than the others. Miss Anna made it out! It's more than just District pride that fuels his cheer, it's actual joy to see someone he cared about

Anna's street may be the one for District 4 but it's one he feels the most out of place. It's a regular kingdom in this recreation and even with the outfit he had, something warm, formal and more along the nineties era, his scarf is the only thing that bears the Arendelle symbol, for unity. He's enjoying the chocolate fountain and tripping a few times in the skating rink. He's here to honor and talk great things about his newest Mentor and how happy he is to be out!

Phil's street is mostly for the pizza and maybe a few jumpscares here or there. The last time Ellis was in an amusement park, there were killer clowns that wanted to eat him. "I miss ya, Screamin' Oaks..."

Peggy's is the most familiar one though he can't help feel a little insulted that the Capitol would think that the farmlands were like this. That it was all honky-tonk and kitsch and not the humble, hard working people that made the illusion happen. He does smile at the horse, and feeds it some of the bag's content. "Whatta pretty darlin' you are."

Ruffnut OTA

[ruffntumblenut]

Ruffnut has to admit that while she's disappointed she didn't even get to compete in the mini arena, but on the other hand she also doesn't think she'd want to share her crowning with anyone else. She's been sharing things all her life after all.

Rolling from street to street she looks positively grim in a bright yellow dress with her golden hair blown out and curled in big elaborate ponytails down her back. The pale face and dark sunken eyes really sell the look...and believe it or not she's enjoying herself!

Her favorite part and she keeps stopping to admire it is the elaborate work the stylists did painting her arms, legs and face so she looks more like a ball jointed doll come to life then anything else. She didn't understand it at first until one of the assistants showed her pictures of a very large and sort of unsettling collection of ball jointed dolls he had at home.

And so looking like a cross between a collectable hobby and a movie monster she wanders starts in Anna's street standing out like a sore thumb and loving the attention. The food here is her primary goal and she thanks the Jr. Peacekeeper program for funding her now that she's a "good little minion" for them. In theory anyway. Other then allowing them to take pictures of her in the suit and using her as sort of a spokesperson she hasn't done any real head cracking or upholding of Panem's virtues.

She pauses midway through a bite of chocolate cake on a stick, clutching a stuffed reindeer that keeps promoting Anna and her face falls as she watches scenes of Elsa and Anna being displayed.

Elsa had been good to her, had kept her safe while she was sick, and Anna was fun to talk to really once Ruffnut had actually sat down to try. And seeing them hug one another, love one another...that was enough to hit her hard in a emotional place she had tried to lock away.

Stuffing the rest of the cake into her mouth messily she snorted rudely to cover up a sniffle and forced herself to watch until Elsa was gone again and Anna was being a solo bad ass. The aching subsided and she moved on with a grim smirk.

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The creepy and ominous street of Phil's celebration feel much more entertaining to Ruffnut who screams loudly when the holograms try to startle her, and her screams in turn startle others. Then she laughs herself sore and moves deeper into the festival.

In all honesty, she's a little let down by the pizza. It's still good pizza, but recently Ruffnut has been experimenting with different toppings on her pizza other then just meat and cheese. Scandalous to be sure! She'll scarf it down all the same and get tomato sauce on her dress which looks like blood spatter in the dim light.

"Good thing we never where the same outfit twice." She muttered with amusement. She procures a Freddy bear mask and puts it on the stuffed reindeer not wanting to cover up the makeup lines on her face and definitely not wanting to fight with her ponytails. The deer tries to talk about Anna some more but the echo from inside the bear mask just makes these strange mournful mechanical noises that makes Ruffnut laugh all the harder.

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Ending her tour of the parties by hanging out with the pigs seems appropriate to Ruffnut and she leans on the fence dropping bits of cupcake down for them to fight over. She is disappointed to see they don't fight like boars but rather just politely elbow each other out of the way. Still rough but not to the level she was used to.

"Is this really all you're gonna do with your life guys?" She asks the pigs as they dutifully raise their heads hoping for more cupcake. She obliges.

"Just eat and sleep and get filthy all day, does anyone even eat you or are you just like...pet pigs? Seriously lemme tell ya about pigs back where I come from. Big hairy boars! With tusks that'll rip you in half and enough muscle to keep a dragon pinned down if they are close enough to the ground to fight! Now THOSE are animals. You guys are basically just fat hairless cats or something."

Revas Tabris | OTA

[allyorfoe]

The woman walked like she'd just gotten out of a long nap. She looked gorgeous, of course, her stylist hadn't let her look like anything less, and with her death in the arena, the neglect she'd put her body through before it was wiped clean. So she was able to be shoved into an outfit that her stylist had probably imagined would look like some kind of princess cowboy. Tabris didn't have the heart to say anything about how princess' looked in her own world, and she much preferred this dress anyway. The whole outfit was a lot more easy to move around in than some of the things she'd been given, and she certainly appreciated the small heel on the boots.

Still, her look wasn't distant, but like someone who had been distant, and was slowly coming to. She'd been working, slowly working on putting the pieces together, when she was thrown into the Arena. A place where she had to put the pieces together or die in the process. The former she failed at, the latter she managed in a way that was pretty embarrassing, all things considered. Mercied by a woman who didn't look like she could wield a butterknife. And then she appeared in the Capitol, body alive and whole and mind knowing that it had to do the same or be lost.

She stays away from PG's street like it was infected, because that's some bullshit she doesn't need in her life. As a tribute of District 10, she does pay it some time, wandering over to snag a cupcake, hang out at the petting zoo, and even visit the horse, whispering to it softly. When the handler looks nervous at this, she switches to what Elvish she knows, and makes up the rest, whispering more loudly.

"He says that you don't feed him enough." She told the handler demurely, before turning away. "And he knows your secret."

Arendelle, being most like Thedas, is where Tabris primarily stays. She drifts around, eating all the food she can get her grubby paws on, and spends a good five minutes staring contemplatively at the salad plates. She attempts the skating rink, but the sight of the strange singing...thing...drives her away. She decides to get one of the strange deer, and figure out how to remove the voice later, and spends some time trying out the booth where she's given a silver streak in her hair. At least her stylist will have a fit. Hopefully.