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thecapitol2015-10-11 08:37 pm
whittlingnickels) wrote in thecapitol2015-10-11 08:37 pm
[open] Halcyon Days
Who| Augustus Sinclair and YOU
What| Sinclair Solutions throws an Arena viewing party
Where| The Capitol Museum
When| Week Two of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| #CapitolPrivilege, aka callous disregard to human life and entitlement out the wazoo, along Bioshock references.
When Sinclair wants to make a splash, he does it in a way that he will draw attention The man has enough of the financial sector at his call that when he invites them to mingle with the Tributes, their representatives show up in droves. But Augustus is a man of the people (more exactly the people that can afford it), he shows up to the parties he organizes, with his Avox Delta by his side as a proper meat shield. In his eyes, there were always threats...but there were always more opportunities. And more so now with a new grain company to show off. He's figured that it's time to be show off and let those in the Capitol get a taste of a much better product than with under the Ashburnes. Does he care that it might be in bad taste so soon the public humiliation? No not really, and there is
Art is always one of those branches of humanity that never get enough exposure so there is a silent performance of the old days done by some of the Capitol's renowned thespians...silent being the operative word since the music itself takes the center stage. There is a recording of Sander Cohen's Scherzo #7 along with his ghastly album Why Even Ask? and boy does it make a racket but what can you say to one of Panem's most eccentric visionaries? Only the best food and wine are served in this as people are not asked to be formal and to enjoy the glory of the Capitol, past, present and future.
Many names flash along with the priceless works of art, all sponsors that help the great nation of Panem grow: names like Ryan Industries among others, that provide the day to day for Tributes and Panem alike. It's a display of power as it is of loyalty: his way of showing he's "untouchable"…or an illusion of it. He has no intentions of joining the Bouchards in their moment of need: Cassian fucked up hard. But even Sinclair can see that the Capitol sees no distinction between Districter or Capitolite: people respond for their actions.
"I can't imagine a world without strength, now could you?" he says with a grin. Anyone who was considered participating in that disastrous display…well, his smile will be far less welcoming.
What| Sinclair Solutions throws an Arena viewing party
Where| The Capitol Museum
When| Week Two of the Arena
Warnings/Notes| #CapitolPrivilege, aka callous disregard to human life and entitlement out the wazoo, along Bioshock references.
When Sinclair wants to make a splash, he does it in a way that he will draw attention The man has enough of the financial sector at his call that when he invites them to mingle with the Tributes, their representatives show up in droves. But Augustus is a man of the people (more exactly the people that can afford it), he shows up to the parties he organizes, with his Avox Delta by his side as a proper meat shield. In his eyes, there were always threats...but there were always more opportunities. And more so now with a new grain company to show off. He's figured that it's time to be show off and let those in the Capitol get a taste of a much better product than with under the Ashburnes. Does he care that it might be in bad taste so soon the public humiliation? No not really, and there is
Art is always one of those branches of humanity that never get enough exposure so there is a silent performance of the old days done by some of the Capitol's renowned thespians...silent being the operative word since the music itself takes the center stage. There is a recording of Sander Cohen's Scherzo #7 along with his ghastly album Why Even Ask? and boy does it make a racket but what can you say to one of Panem's most eccentric visionaries? Only the best food and wine are served in this as people are not asked to be formal and to enjoy the glory of the Capitol, past, present and future.
Many names flash along with the priceless works of art, all sponsors that help the great nation of Panem grow: names like Ryan Industries among others, that provide the day to day for Tributes and Panem alike. It's a display of power as it is of loyalty: his way of showing he's "untouchable"…or an illusion of it. He has no intentions of joining the Bouchards in their moment of need: Cassian fucked up hard. But even Sinclair can see that the Capitol sees no distinction between Districter or Capitolite: people respond for their actions.
"I can't imagine a world without strength, now could you?" he says with a grin. Anyone who was considered participating in that disastrous display…well, his smile will be far less welcoming.
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A lesser Munch painting makes her face soften slightly, now that she's not knee-deep in the midst of Dadaist trash. "Modernism isn't exactly my particular aesthetic, at least not these branches of it. But I suppose it matches... your people," she trails off, glancing at a man swishing by, colored plum from his hair to his feet, with a coating of gold glitter and false eyelashes made of feathers. "I much prefer Romanticism, art deco if we can't be realistic. But it's like this place is missing everything between the Renaissance and the 20th century."
Molotov might not be Capitolite old money, but she is a much less airheaded alternative to most of it, with a huge income that largely seems to disappear once she gets it (she's a spy, she has some deep-rooted distrust of banks). But she's mostly here to pass time and shore up support for Arya.
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"Your knowledge in the finer things is impressive," he mentioned, indulging in a glass of champagne, "You were born in the wrong world but not all of us are of that leaning." If Sinclair were to know more about art deco, he'd find a movement in art and society that fit him better than the ridiculous excesses that ninety percent of the Capitol displayed.
"But even the Capitol has a limit, it can't travel back in time and undo the Dark Ages. Those works are lost to the ages." Only President Snow had access to the true relics of the past.
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Her tone never strays out of joking territory, so it's hard to tell exactly how serious she is, and much of her expression continues to be hidden by her champagne flute. The lighting, meant for art, catches on her hair and in her iris, their deep, rich colors natural in a way that Capitolites can never achieve, no matter how hard they try to transform themselves and then pass it off as unique.
"There's so much your kind are missing when you have only Western modern art, so much you haven't seen. The Masters, Utamaro, Perednizhviki, and that's just a few of the classics. A whole world of art and everything else that's more than this." She puts away her empty glass on a tray, then glances at Sinclair.
"This city reminds me of when I grew up, sometimes, because everything looks the same. All the architecture, the same, the same. At least there's color here."
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"I wish I could say that there was more art out there but this, sadly, is what survived the old wars. The swamps are terrible for preserving masterpieces, you see."
Maybe that's what made Cocktease unique: the possibility of her being a statuesque relic of those times. A Russian vision of death that was transplanted from then to the present time in Panem and nothing could stand in her way. Augustus appreciated that bluntness.
"Pray tell what sort of city you grew up in that has these buildings wouldn't have color? A Seat of Government?"
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Molotov has no idea how the worlds relate, if she really has traveled through time to shine on these people, or if her own world is still out there spinning without her, but she has no appreciation for Panem's lack of real history, of substance or knowledge of anything beyond the past century or so.
"Mm, yes," she says, nodding, "but it was more complicated than that. Color and design aren't part of efficiency, they don't get results, and most people then weren't considered important enough to care for their comfort. It's very bourgeois to think of such things in more than passing -- what does the paint color matter so long as you have a place to live? The blocs, they were just big gray squares divided up in smaller squares, and if you wanted color, you hung rugs on the wall. Made it warmer too, so it was never just aesthetic. Everything then had to be efficient, serve as many purposes as possible."
She lights a cigarette, takes a long drag and then exhales smoke in the direction of the live performers. "My home had no tolerance for much else. Our winters are seven months long, with more days of snow in the year than sun. And that is the capitol of the whole country. Where I was born, there is a whole month of darkness, no light at all. Of course, go south far enough and you get beaches," she adds with a shrug. "Anyway, all of the things that were built for beauty, those are from two decades ago."
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"Anything that didn't work or didn't serve the higher purpose, they were destroyed and rebuilt? Your nation, your world, some Capitolites could stand a visit or two over there, to remember how to serve the common good."
Especially Cassian Bouchard with his participation in the seditious display that in part prompted this party in the first place.
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She knows that Sinclair has no way of understanding the majesty she speaks of, a mere handful of buildings that outshine everything the Capitol has devoted an entire city to creating. History that stretches back further than Capitolites believe human existence to be. Two millennia of mankind's strongest and finest culture braving endless challenges and always coming out triumphant.
Her heart pangs with longing to be back in the snow and the streets of Moscow.
"I'm sure many people here could learn a great deal from a weekend or two in the blocs."
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He's limited in his knowledge of the past, but if the Dark Ages served a purpose, is that only the strong survived the onslaught of nuclear winter. But there were days when he could imagine the world as Molotov saw it and with her strange past, he could see opportunity. But that is all dust in the wind.
"If only, though with your wealth and grandeur, I'm sure you can recreate those magnificent buildings you speak of." The eccentricities of an offworld Capitolite, what a novelty.