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thecapitol2015-08-31 03:51 pm
a_minute_younger) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-31 03:51 pm
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the neighbors must be pleased
Who| Everyone in the Capitol! get in here
What| Gary's belated housewarming and new album party mingle! Post some toplevels, tag around, make up some games, go nuts!
Where| Gary's new apartment, somewhere downtown
When| Slightly backdated to the night of the 29th
Warnings/Notes| lots of booze/underage drinking(?), please add other warnings in headers!
Things have been heating up in the Capitol as of late, between the Crownings and the extended mini-arena and the strange posts on the network. It's all very restless--uncertain, even, to the ears that can catch it--perhaps a little unsettling.
To others, the adrenaline high is addicting, and they refuse to let the party stop. Tonight, Gary caters to them.
Although really he's catering to anyone that's curious to show up, if the flyers are any indication. He leaves them pretty much anywhere he can get away with--in the entry floors of the Training Center, stuck and torn on the outsides of the elevator doors; stapled to any free wooden post on the piers; taped securely to a good portion of street lampposts and benches and trash cans so you'll read it as you're throwing another one away. They are basically inescapable and they've been around for at least half a week now, although there's been a noticeable surge of them since the evening of the 28th.
The party starts early at Gary's downtown luxury apartment where the flyers all point. Furniture has been moved out of the way of the main living area to clear space for a dance floor with multi-colored lights flickering from the high ceiling above. A massive DJ's booth flanks the party by one window while a karaoke stage dominates the other. Guests are encouraged to make requests and try their hand at singing their own tunes; otherwise, most of the music comes from Gary's newest album. It's taken a while to put together, and for good reason--it's a story album, depicting the struggle between a superhero, Flash (as played by Gary), and his arch-nemesis, the Mariner (who, in the music video, bears a suspicious resemblance to a troll-infused Black Tom Cassidy). The album follows both the hero's and villain's exploits, but when it comes time for the final clash, Flash courts the Mariner's promised wife (who is...okay let's not kid ourselves, she's supposed to be Nitou in drag) and they triumph over evil through the power of love. The album ends with a cheery funeral for the Mariner. The music video plays on the living room's flatscreen periodically, in-between cuts from the mini-arena finale and Tribute interviews.
Refreshments are nearby, along the bar lining the dance floor, catered by a hired bartender and a fairgrounds employee that sells Gary's personal brand of chocolate-fudge funnel cakes. Mix-your-own drink stations are set up around all available corners of the apartment with various sizes of glasses and ice kegs full of different types of liquor and syrup. Avoxes with walking refreshments are absent to make navigating the narrower hallways and dance floor easier.
If the main area is a little too crowded, the stairs are open to allow guests to lounge on the balcony over the living room. A hallway branches off the main area and wraps around the kitchen for a more secluded venue, which also opens out to the patio. The soundproofed windows allow for some peace and quiet; the air outside seems perpetually scented with a hint of lavender, in spite of the lack of flowers in the small hanging gardens just underneath. It's a nice, relaxing place, right up until just after midnight, once all of the proper socialites have left and half the balcony is commandeered for an enthusiastic game of beer pong.
The venue's open, the drinks are flowing, and some of the Capitol's most prestigious upper crust have been invited to mingle and are encouraged to sponsor Tributes that catch their eye. But beneath the typical party veneer, in those more isolated areas, the noise covers up covert whispers and subtle gestures and notes carefully passed into someone's pocket. Maybe it would be a good idea to take advantage of the Capitolite guests' tendency to hang around the television and drinks in the living room and do some catching up with other, more private current events.
What| Gary's belated housewarming and new album party mingle! Post some toplevels, tag around, make up some games, go nuts!
Where| Gary's new apartment, somewhere downtown
When| Slightly backdated to the night of the 29th
Warnings/Notes| lots of booze/underage drinking(?), please add other warnings in headers!
Things have been heating up in the Capitol as of late, between the Crownings and the extended mini-arena and the strange posts on the network. It's all very restless--uncertain, even, to the ears that can catch it--perhaps a little unsettling.
To others, the adrenaline high is addicting, and they refuse to let the party stop. Tonight, Gary caters to them.
Although really he's catering to anyone that's curious to show up, if the flyers are any indication. He leaves them pretty much anywhere he can get away with--in the entry floors of the Training Center, stuck and torn on the outsides of the elevator doors; stapled to any free wooden post on the piers; taped securely to a good portion of street lampposts and benches and trash cans so you'll read it as you're throwing another one away. They are basically inescapable and they've been around for at least half a week now, although there's been a noticeable surge of them since the evening of the 28th.
The party starts early at Gary's downtown luxury apartment where the flyers all point. Furniture has been moved out of the way of the main living area to clear space for a dance floor with multi-colored lights flickering from the high ceiling above. A massive DJ's booth flanks the party by one window while a karaoke stage dominates the other. Guests are encouraged to make requests and try their hand at singing their own tunes; otherwise, most of the music comes from Gary's newest album. It's taken a while to put together, and for good reason--it's a story album, depicting the struggle between a superhero, Flash (as played by Gary), and his arch-nemesis, the Mariner (who, in the music video, bears a suspicious resemblance to a troll-infused Black Tom Cassidy). The album follows both the hero's and villain's exploits, but when it comes time for the final clash, Flash courts the Mariner's promised wife (who is...okay let's not kid ourselves, she's supposed to be Nitou in drag) and they triumph over evil through the power of love. The album ends with a cheery funeral for the Mariner. The music video plays on the living room's flatscreen periodically, in-between cuts from the mini-arena finale and Tribute interviews.
Refreshments are nearby, along the bar lining the dance floor, catered by a hired bartender and a fairgrounds employee that sells Gary's personal brand of chocolate-fudge funnel cakes. Mix-your-own drink stations are set up around all available corners of the apartment with various sizes of glasses and ice kegs full of different types of liquor and syrup. Avoxes with walking refreshments are absent to make navigating the narrower hallways and dance floor easier.
If the main area is a little too crowded, the stairs are open to allow guests to lounge on the balcony over the living room. A hallway branches off the main area and wraps around the kitchen for a more secluded venue, which also opens out to the patio. The soundproofed windows allow for some peace and quiet; the air outside seems perpetually scented with a hint of lavender, in spite of the lack of flowers in the small hanging gardens just underneath. It's a nice, relaxing place, right up until just after midnight, once all of the proper socialites have left and half the balcony is commandeered for an enthusiastic game of beer pong.
The venue's open, the drinks are flowing, and some of the Capitol's most prestigious upper crust have been invited to mingle and are encouraged to sponsor Tributes that catch their eye. But beneath the typical party veneer, in those more isolated areas, the noise covers up covert whispers and subtle gestures and notes carefully passed into someone's pocket. Maybe it would be a good idea to take advantage of the Capitolite guests' tendency to hang around the television and drinks in the living room and do some catching up with other, more private current events.
Gary Epps | OTA
The air is a little odd around him. Gary is all smiles and fun, as usual, but he definitely seems alert. It would be stupid not to be, even for him. Deciding to go through with such a big PR event so soon after the execution is a pretty big risk--but then again, so would waiting until after the dust settled. They're supposed to go about their business like nothing's happened, right? That is the good Capitolite thing to do, and damn, if Gary isn't a good Capitolite!
A good Capitolite is also an excellent host, and Gary doesn't plan to skimp on that detail, either. He's not by the door to greet people as they come in, but he gets to everyone eventually, typically by sneaking up from behind and giving them a firm tap on the shoulder.
oh hi
"Hwah!" She wriggles and jumps at that tap on the shoulder, and turns around with a positively sour look on her face. That half hour had been used to get in character as a stuffy self-important Capitolite pseudo-celeb, so she was going to be playfully cross... or maybe just regular cross at whoever was startling her... but then she is exclaiming wordlessly. Gary! It's Gary! ....and it would totally give her away in some fashion if she were to just shout his name. So, wordless excited exclaiming it is.
why hello there
"...What are you doing here?!" he says, just loud enough to carry under the music, in a tone that can't quite decide if it's enthusiastic or alarmed. The question is meant both ways. Gary's happy to see her, sure, but Torin just about skinned him alive at Tom's Crowning, and he'd purposefully kept a low profile at the most recent one to avoid a repeat incident. Felicity really shouldn't be here. He's pretty sure she knows that.
Yay, I got the glee icon!
"...stuff." Yes. The best answer for when caught out doing something that you are not supposed to be doing. You are doing stuff. (It had worked out so well with Signless.) "I... I mean... I'm partying. What does it look like?" And she crosses those defensive arms defiantly. Go on, try and claim that she is not partying.
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He hit dead ends with every one of them and had to smile, laugh, politely excuse himself. After the last he politely excused himself all the way to the balcony and that's where he is now, taking in the scent of the lavender and how it mixes with the smell of the cigarette he holds in one hand. It's well and truly a habit now -- only when he's stressed, but when isn't a Mentor stressed?
At the tap on his shoulder he turns, and when he sees who it is he manages to drag a genuine (if tired) smile onto his face.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you and not one of your guests. I've been wanting to congratulate you all night."
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"For what? Being fly as hell?" He laughs and slaps his shorter troll friend affectionately on the shoulder. "It comes naturally, don't worry about it. My guests are still learning, give 'em some time, they'll figure it out."
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"Maybe that ought to be your next project. A series of lessons on how to become fly as hell." He only has a tenuous grasp on what that means but it sounds about right for what Gary is.
"I meant on your new album, but just a general congratulation works just as well. You've really made something for yourself here."
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At that tap on his shoulder, well, enjoy the glitter he's likely just shared with you when you touched him, Gary. "Hey! Great party you've got here!" Zed knows how to play polite...and it helps that he's already indulged in a few glasses of free alcohol. Gotta try all those flavored syrups, after all.
Luckyuro (Felicity Yoshida) | OTA
Which is to say that she is going to disobey her parents and sneak out to go to Gary Epps's awesome party. Shut up, it's totally justifiable.
It is a reasonably clever plan, or at least she thinks that it is. Mom was told that she'd be going over to a friend's house to do homework and then to stay overnight. Said 'friend' was really more of an acquaintance, but was proised to be able to come along to the awesome party and get in because she is well-connected, and thus this 'friend' was responsible to make sure they were both covered for. She has gone and done herself up to look deniably unlike her usual cute-as-a-button public presentation, with an electric yellow wig, a tiny electric yellow dress that would give her uncle Torin absolute fits were he to catch her in it, a large pair of face-concealing tinted glasses, and those skull-patterened tights that she had long ago lamented never being able to wear after the whole horrible incident with Initiate. (Yes, she is riffing on one of Gary's earliest stage looks. He's sure to love it, she knows it.) If photographic evidence does somehow get snapped of her, she can at least deny it being her.... or will at least look really cool when the gossip columns chitter about the wild and crazy lifestyle of Panem's favorite depraved smut author.
(Not that she is the sort to write even regular smut, much less the depraved stuff, but there is just no fixing your media image once they've latched onto something, is there? Sigh...)
So look out, party, 'Luckyuro' is here, listening for rumors, snatching tasty snacks, and maybe even sneaking a glass of actual alcohol. She's acting out.