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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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Momoko turns and blinks at Eva, an expression of distaste at her outfit flickering across her face briefly. Tacky and obvious, she hoped the Capitol Style wasn't contagious. "Ryugasaki, Momoko Ryugasaki. You're right, we haven't, but I haven't really met any of the other Mentors yet, except the ones I knew before."

Distaste is good, although Eva's hoping to impress her point on people other than Mentors. Mentors already know what gore is like. Still, she wouldn't be able to consider her stylistic choices as artistic ones if they were just hailed. She smiles a bit.

"And how are you adjusting to her new life on the other side of the screen?"

"It's better," she said, and that was an understatement of ridiculous proportions. "It's amazing, really, free food and clothes, I barely have to do anything all do except talk creepy old men into sending things into the Arena, and that doesn't take much time." Her content expression flickered, slightly. "I think I'd rather be home, though."

"Oh, so you don't mind the Sponsors all that much?" Or maybe Momoko's only run into the good ones so far. Some Sponsors have one-track minds, but others are a bit dotty. Eva once had a blind Sponsor who only wanted to be read to (Eva never dared ask how said Sponsor watched the Games).

"Mind them how?" They were annoying, certainly, and she could tell that many were only interested in her for perverted reasons, but she was an adorable teenage girl who wore lace all the time, she was experienced at dodging groping hands long enough to foist those types of Sponsors onto someone else.

She should track down the plant lady who liked having sex a lot, she'd be a good one to direct the perverts too. "I already knew how to trick people into giving me things, that's not really hard."

"Well. I'm not supposed to talk about that or they may insist I wear an electric shock collar at the next one of these events." She shrugs one shoulder, but her eyes are dead inside. The wall has gone up, mentally.

"Your District is provided for, then?"

Momoko watched her curiously for a moment, then shrugged inwardly and let it go. "I did win, so they got the extra food and all of that. I was one of the weakest Tributes, the others in my District have a much better chance of winning than I did. They'll be fine. What about yours?"

"I make sure that my current Tributes are provided for. I'm mostly wondering whether or not you share a similar sense of camaraderie with yours." She picks at a clip in her hair.

She furrowed her brows in confusion. "Are you asking if I'm friends with them? I'm not, I don't have--" she hesitated, then amended what she was going to say, "--many friends. Why would that matter? I do what I'm supposed to."

"No. I'm asking to make sure you're doing your job as a Mentor. It has nothing to do with friends and everything to do with how your skills help them now that you're out."

"I just said I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing," Momoko said, coldly. She didn't appreciate being lectured at the best of times, but coming from this Panem native it particularly stung. She'd never asked to come here, had she? This wasn't her country or world. "Am I not doing it right? What exactly do you think I should be doing?"