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thecapitol2013-04-24 12:27 pm
- aunamee,
- sigma klim,
- ✘ ariadne,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ atticus bell,
- ✘ baron bartlett,
- ✘ beck,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eddie blake,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ eva salazar,
- ✘ gaila,
- ✘ glinda upland,
- ✘ howard bassem,
- ✘ jim kirk,
- ✘ julie grigio,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ momoko ryugasaki,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ peeta mellark,
- ✘ phil coulson,
- ✘ primrose everdeen,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ timaeus nadir,
- ✘ tohru adachi,
- ✘ topher brink,
- ✘ valeria rushlit
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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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If you ignore almost everything about it and focus on the good food of the Capitol, and the finery worn there.
"He was District One. They're the career tributes, them. They train - or they did, anyway - until they're eighteen, and then they volunteer and almost always win. He was laughin' - him against me. Big strapping lad against a kid hidin' in the brush. I'd've been laughin' too, if it were the other way round. Don't think nobody took me seriously. I got a crap score from the Game makers, but it didn't matter in the end. How did you score?"
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This new information was more confusing; is there a training district in this city as well? Such an odd way to phrase it. But if these games were a regular thing, she supposes it would make sense to raise fighters; still, they included those who weren't trained?
"A ten," she says easily, not as interested in whatever this scoring was. "This fight is normally trained versus untrained fighters, then?"
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Calico continues eating, occasionally glancing at the piranhas in their tubes. They look somehow like an ominous threat; frivolity turning to danger in a glance. Not a good thought.
"Wow. You must have impressed to get a ten - that's usually reserved for the Careers. I think I got like, four or five or something. Pretty rubbish, anyway. But really, the only things I'm good at are sewing and talking. So if you need a touch up on your dress, or don't like what your Stylist is making you wear - believe me, honey, you'll be forced into some ridiculous clothes - come to me and I'll run it into something new for you."
Now that her 'business proposal' was out of the way, Calico goes back to the more serious business of Career Tributes.
"Well, not officially 'trained' - but they were anyway. Districts 1, 2 and 4 - they're the rich ones and they let their kids train up - you see, thye used to have it so if you won the games, your district would be fed for the year. No food shortages. No drought. Luxury, for one year. So everyone wanted to win. But the poor districts, like mine, and eleven and twelve - kids went to work, not school. We don't have the money for it - so we don't get any training so we never win and so we never get any money from here. Stupid, ain't it?"
Calico can feel her temper rising as she talks Asha through the politics of it - and that's not good. She's only just been released for mouthing off, and here she is doing it again. So she takes a deep breath and plasters a slightly fake smile onto her face.
"Your dress is lovely, by the way."
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Though Panem was different enough that she expected to find herself very far from home indeed.
"Well, I am good at fighting, which is a service I plan to make use of." Still, having someone who could help with clothing would be useful, when she planned to leave; she could at least expect something warm out of it.
She frowns then, trying to put the situation together-- there's not enough food in the capitol, so it's distributed based on the winner of the game. If King's Landing resorts to this, it'd be the Lannisters who would find themselves dead at the end of it, along with the common folk.
She's about to comment on it, but she also recognizes the shift; she's familiar with the idea of having to hold one's tongue because of her sex, because of her politics, because of her family... even if they claimed it was different for them, none of those who said it were women. She eyes Calico for another second, before sitting back and glancing down at the dress as if she just remembered it was there. "Thank you. It's not what I would have chosen."
Sometimes it was just as important to find out what wasn't being said.
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It's seemingly mindless chatter, carefully constructed to give Asha an impression of the squalor of the districts. She totally gets that the other woman wants to ask her questions. But Calico cannot answer. Not here. Not in public. And it's so difficult. But her brother's life - her family's lives - depend on Calico's good behaviour.
"Fighting will get you through the arenas. Once you win, that's it. I mean, you still have to live here, but it ain't so bad without the threat of the arena."
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"Then I'll foist my work on you, if you enjoy it so much," she says easily-- and maybe speak more, while they're at it.
But the last comment causes her to whip her head directly to Calico. "I will be leaving once I win. I cannot stay here."
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"I don't think you will, honey. 'T ain't like the old days, and even then..."
She leans up close and prays that the other woman doesn't move away. "I've not been back for thirteen years."
But that's all she'll say - who knows if Asha's not just another plant by the bloody Game Makers looking to catch her mouthing off?
"You don't have to do nothing you don't want here, though. Except compete in the Games. But otherwise... you're free."
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"I need to return. My brother depends on it. My family depends on it. My kingdom depends on it."
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Calico's temper is starting to wear thin, though it isn't directed at Asha as much as at the Capitol itself.
"You just have to get on with it. Make up your mind that you're stuck here fighting and playing fancy dress forever, okay?"
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But her father's words come back to her-- she might not have time to waste, but if she gets herself killed here, or imprisoned too quickly, she'll be even less help. She reigns in the glare on her face, pursing her lips into a line; she would find out on her own, and leave on her own, and not get caught with other people.
Time to kneel again, Father.
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She leans in close now. Capitol ploy or not, Cal just cannot let someone else go through what she has just gone through. She raises her hand to once more cover her mouth.
"Listen to me. This goes no further. Got it? These people will arrest you. They'll lock you in a room. They'll threaten your family and your friends. They'll destroy your reputation. They'll make SURE you toe the line. So quit mouthing off and - and just sit tight. For now. Got it? Now look at that Tribute and laugh. Loud and hard and whisper back to me. They'll be watching."
She moves back and begins to cackle uproariously, before chucking in a quick wink and flirty wave at the poor bemused Tribute.
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"I'm sorry."
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"Now - after a spot of tribute watching, we like to play 'stuff as many marshmallows in your mouth as possible."
Such a stupid game, but it'll keep both of their mouths preoccupied for a bit at least.
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"Stuffing what?"
This was... a strange place.
"For fun back home, we play the Finger Dance. We could do that instead."
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She 'cha chas' the fingers of her left hand across the palm of her right.
"Like this? I think marshmallows are more fun than this, honey."
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She raises her eyebrows suggestively. "But if marshmellows are more exciting..."
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"Axes? For real? No wonder they brought you here, girl. You are PERFECT for the arena. You could definitely be a career... but do you really think they'd have axes on a boat? With a load of tributes around? That's how accidents happen, honey. And that's bad publicity."
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"Surely they have enough mages here to take care of any problems, right?" she offers, trying to bait out more of the story-- or at least an explanation for everything around them.
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"What's a mage? I'm gonna go with, 'we have none', since I've never heard of 'em."
And make a note to pass on the information from other worlds to Eva later, after the party.
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Truthfully, she had attributed it to her uncle; at least that would be an explanation as to who would send her here and how.
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She doesn't really understand precisely how television or even the Games are controlled. They are just two things she has accepted as realities in her world without question.
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Cal shrugs. "Maybe you can throw knives? There's plenty at the buffet tables - though I warn you, I am not a good catch, hun."
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"Then it would be a short dance." She could throw knives well enough, but... "What are your marshmellows?"
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"Marshmallows are sweets. You just shove 'em in your mouth, and whoever has the biggest mouth wins."
Which tends to work out well for Calico as she has an unarguably wide mouth.
"We can bet on it, if you want? Or we can find another game..."
She looks around for some inspiration, and her eyes fall back on the piranhas.
"Piranha baiting?" She's joking.
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oh god I'm so sorry about disappearing