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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh, well...there was this guy from my district." He'd never gotten Alpha's name.

Blaine frowns a bit. "Alpha's in your District, isn't he? He... he hadn't given you problems has he? He's the one that killed me this Arena, but the one before that he cut up my face." It's easy to talk about his death as if it was no big deal. The amount of worry and anger in his town was just as much as he would talk about someone teasing him. Granted, he had a low tolerate for bullying, but it wasn't the kind of response someone should have been they talked about their own death.

"Alpha? Yeah, that might be his name, I think. I ran into him in a bar."

Suddenly everything makes so much more sense.

"Um...you seem...pretty cool about it," he points out.

Blaine shrugs. "There's no point in stressing out about something I can't change." Of course before this last Arena he wouldn't have been this calm about Alpha. Not with the way he had used Alpha to have an exit. "I'm sorry that you got dragged into that."

"I guess, but..."

He frowns into his drink. "Why did you do that, man?"

"Do what?" Blaine asks, pretending to not exactly know what Atticus was talking about.

"Don't do that," Atticus says, shaking his head. "Don't pretend I'm stupid."

Blaine looks away. "I'm sorry," he says. Then after a moment he tries to explain. "Kurt is the love of my life." He glances over to where Kurt is in this party. "I think watching him die really messed with my head."

"The love of your life? How old are you?"

He shakes his head again. "No, never mind. I get that. I mean...watching a friend die even... That would really fuck you up."

Blaine raises his brow at the question about his age, but seeing as Atticus changes the subject he doesn't respond to it. "So that's why," he says. "I didn't want to play anymore."

"Hey, no offence, man? But that is just really fucking selfish." Atticus makes a face at the thought.

Blaine winces a bit. "Yeah," he agrees. "That sort of thing usually is. It's not like I was thinking it through though..."

"Yeah, but...even more than usual. Because Kurt had to watch that. And so did...everybody else who cares about you here."

Blaine nods at that. He knows this is something he has to hear, but that doesn't make it any easier. "I won't do it again."

Atticus still thwaps the back of his head for good measure.

"Good. Don't."

Blaine smiles a bit at the whacking but his hand automatically goes to his hair to make sure it's still presentable.

Atticus laughs. "Don't worry. I didn't ruin your 'do."

Blaine grins a bit once he knows for sure that's the case. "I think you'd know better to do that by now."

"I don't even think I could, man. What do you have on there? Concrete?"

"It's just hair gel," Blaine says, relieved for a topic that was safe and comfortable to talk about. "I could show you."

Atticus wrinkles his nose. "Nah. I don't think we need to look more like each other."

"You'll still look older," Blaine points out. "And people won't be able to guess my secret."

"About the gel, you mean?"

"About my hair and what it looks like."

Atticus laughs, snorting softly. "You're worried people will realize your hair looks like," he gestures to his own curls, "this?"