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Who| Timaeus Nadir and all his guests. If you are in the Capitol, you've been invited!
What| A spectacular Viewing Party and opportunity for tributes to get sponsorship
Where| The Victoria Ascendant, on the lake
When| After the most recent death roll!
Warnings/Notes| Probable skeeviness of the Nice Guy variety.

Welcome to the Victoria Ascendant, latest in the Ascendant line of luxury yachts as built by the Nadir company. Tonight, the Victoria Ascendant is the stage set for a spectacular party, also paid for by the company and specifically designed and organised by a team of event specialists overseen by your host for this evening, Timaeus Nadir- wealthy eligible bachelor, melodramatic heir apparent to the company chair, frequent sponsor of the Games. The Victoria Ascendant is fully equipped with every obscenely luxurious item imaginable, and practically drips opulence.

When first welcomed aboard you will be assured that your every need will be seen to, your every desire catered for. Staff are on hand to answer any questions you might have or guide you to various areas of the ship, provide you with food, drink, or suggestions of how best to take advantage of the Victoria Ascendant's many amenities- they are here as hosts, but also as salespeople for those of the guests with money to burn- this party is serving more than one purpose. Tributes who responded to their invite will also receive a delicate, hand-written note in a golden envelope as they board- the content of which will be posted as a reply to their response to this post.(I'll do this once your character turns up.)

Although the Victoria Ascendant has a magnificent dining room for formal, sit-down occasions, the food for the party will be circulating the various lounge areas and decks. There is also a buffet table, for those of you who prefer to help yourselves, and a fully stocked bar. Provided are a baffling variety of foods and beverages, seemingly unconnected- but each tribute will find that if at any point during their stay in the Capitol they have requested a particular food or drink item, it is available here. Or, at least, the closest approximation the catering staff could conjure up. Seating is provided in intimate groupings around tables for the most part, though there are large, sprawling couches against the walls. Central to the dining area is a magnificent aquarium filled with brightly coloured fish. Anyone looking closely enough will recognise them- varieties of piranha- but don't worry, they've been more than adequately fed and the glass is thick.

While there are various screens displaying the Games throughout the ship, Viewing is also taking place on an enormous screen, set up in a seperate lounge area with full floor-to-ceiling windows all along one side. Here, staff wait to take bets or help organise the giving of sponsor gifts. Large, comfortable couches line the room, and the central table overflows with a spectacular arrangement of edible flowers and fruit.

Later in the evening, you will be told that the firework display is about to begin, and invited to go up onto the main deck to watch. The fireworks themselves will be launched from smaller boats across the lake, and the display is set to be truly spectacular. It will be set to some music that Tributes may find familiar- various melodies pulled from the most recent Arena. The large swimming pool on the deck is open, but it is too early in the year to be comfortable to use. Instead, it is being used as an unusual centrepiece for the evening. Floating in the illuminated water is a gigantic iceberg, sculpted into a stylised model of the current arena and populated with frozen figures. Eagle-eyed Tributes may be able to spot themselves depicted in ice- more often than not, the moment of their deaths are the pose of choice, if a little tweaked for the sake of a more dramatic scene.

Enjoy!

Adachi · Ariadne · Asha · Atticus · Beck · Blaine · Calico · Callista · Chris · Diana · Don · Eddie · Eponine · Eva · Gaila · Glinda · Harley · Howard · Julie · Kurt · Marty · Maximus · Momoko · Neffa · Parker · Peeta · Phil · Pruna · R · Sigma · Some · Thane · Timaeus · Topher

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Eva's well-acquainted with the horrors of drinking too much, and as such when she sees from the corner of her eye Beck heading for the edge of the boat and discarding his drink, she assumes that to be the problem. She excuses herself from the conversation she's stuck in and navigates through another two people chatting to come to his side, hiking the skirt of her dress up slightly so she doesn't trip on it as she goes.

Unfortunately, her outfit is unlikely to be of much comfort to Beck. Though the dress's base color is a light grey, it's stained with a splatter of red that Eva's worked into the makeup on her neck and face, as well, to give her the appearance of a blood splash. Her only accents are a red sash and ruby earrings.

She sets her hand on the rail and rests the other at her side, not willing to invade Beck's personal space yet. "Are you alright?"

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I'm alright-" Beck starts, but when he sees her makeup, he thought there was something wrong. But...that was the makeup, right?

He's not used to makeup, or anything like it. Not just because he's a male Program or whatever, but because it wasn't like the Programs in his world or whatever needed it. Usually they were fine with how they were, and if they really felt the need to modify anything, all they had to do was some adjustments on their identity discs. Nothing all that tricky. It sounded a lot better than standing in front of a mirror, anyway...

Beck blinked, and hesitantly pointed to his own face. "Are you okay...?

Eva blinks a bit, then remembers what she's wearing. Her face seems to split into a grin that looks more like a wound. "Oh, the outfit. I like edgy fashion. It seemed remiss to have a party themed around you all dying while sanitizing the act of murder itself."

She glances back at the ice sculpture. "I'm sure you remember that it isn't all pretty transparent carvings on the other side of a screen."

...You all?

That's what got Beck confused the most. He didn't remember seeing her in the Arena, or watching her on the televisions...but then again, he barely knew anyone here at all. There was only one or two faces he could recognize in the midst of everything. For all he knew, she had been in the Arena somewhere and was one of the first ones to die after he came in. "Weren't you there...?"

Okay, he'll admit it- it isn't all pretty transparent carvings. Beck lived through that, he felt it. Every prick of pain and tooth digging into his skin. No, he knew very wel that it wasn't pretty carvings. And they just traced it out, like it had been nothing.

"I know." His tone was cold, and a little stiff. Beck didn't mean to sound like a jerk, but at the same time...he kind of did.

"I won the 37th Games. You could say I've done my time."

In a sense, Eva feeds off of tension, off of friction. She doesn't like the forced gaiety of the Capitol, even if she feeds into it. It feels like papering over the very real wounds to act as if everyone here is friends, or at least cordial with each other.

So she appreciates that Beck's at least honest.

And just like that, all of his friction kind of disappeared. In turn came a different, softer kind of feeling. Not so much pity, or understanding, but something quite like it. Beck turned towards the water and shook his head.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know."

She waves a hand. It's strange, that being the murderer of seven children is what garners her a sort of camaraderie. All these years later she's still not comfortable with it.

"It was a very long time ago. You can save your apologies for yourself. I at least only had to compete once."

Wow. Okay. He was done.

"Thanks. But I think I'll be just fine. Thanks for the concern." He said, giving her one of those looks, before walking back towards the ice sculptures.