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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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Julie couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the new guy's assessment. Actually, thinking as she looked over his face, she felt like she recognized him. Some guy, looking around her age, with a following. Private posse.

She purses her lips. He isn't terrible looking. Kind of the opposite, actually. Was that why he had the pack?

"This is like some seriously fucked up version of a wake." Good way to put it. A party celebrating various levels of death. And booze. She was gonna go with that, actually. Easier to digest it that way.

Might as well be polite. She offers a hand, inspecting him. "Julie. Are you famous or something?"

A hint of intrigue hit her. Look, come from a world where celebrities were obsolete and, well, either dead or holed up on some Hollywood island and someone famous looked interesting.

"I haven't heard it called that before, but I think you got it exactly right!" Peeta laughed in surprise. It really was, not that there were ever wakes in Twelve. That's not how they honored and buried their dead. But the parties here loved celebrating when someone else died, and it was... it was something.

Taking the hand, he gave her a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, Julie. I'm Peeta," He paused, thinking about that. "Sort of famous, I guess you could say? I'm one of the Victors from the 74th Hunger Games... the one that was right before all this started."

It was definitely something. The sound of his laugh gives her a satisfied smile, either way. So humor's not exactly dead around here. Good to know. She's been packing the last several hours of her life into surviving, so a few crappy jokes helped. It's why she's already a bit enamored with Howard, weird as he is.

Peeta. Maybe she'd heard it --

Oh. Victor. That might be it. Julie stares at him with a discerning eye, biting her lip. One of the victors. The way she understood it, there was only one. Huh.

"You're not horribly disfigured. You must be good at surviving."

Peeta had plenty of crappy jokes to tell, though to the Capitol citizens they were the funniest jokes ever told. He understood the necessity of them, though. You needed something to take your mind off almost dying, dying, and then more dying.

"Oh, I am disfigured. Just more on the inside then the out, though I do have a new high tech leg to show for it," While it was all the truth, the first part was him being completely honest. Maybe he shouldn't, while here, but she seemed like she might understand a few scars on the inside rather then the out.

"I have someone to thank for that, though. I wouldn't have survived without Katniss. I love her so much, but I owe her my life, too. She's the other Victor of our games," He smiled.

High-tech... her eyes jump down like they'll see anything. Scars on the inside, huh. Wow, this just became a therapy session. Weird as hell. She knows how it is, though, she just doesn't throw her dirty laundry out into the open.

Or do that. Julie's smile falters a little, an eyebrow raised. "You can calm down, you know? It sounds like you're regurgitating for one of these interviews." Katniss is another name she's heard, but she still doesn't really know the meaning behind it. Julie's been good at asking the relevant questions, like where do we go, what do we eat, why the hell are we alive again?

Love saves. Wish she still believed in that crap. "Don't tell me you met in the Arena."

Every moment could be a therapy session if viewed through the right light. But Peeta was good with words. Always had been, even if he wasn't trying. Some people liked it, and some didn't, especially those that didn't want to talk about things in the first place.

"I can't hide my feelings, even if I wanted to," He said. On one hand, maybe it would be nice to not always talk about it. On the other, he had to. Victors got put into categories, and if he didn't play his part as the lovestruck boy, then who knew what would happen.

"No. We're from the same district, but we'd never actually talked until we were both reaped. But we fell in love in the arena," Peeta paused; did she really want to hear about that? Because he was fine with not talking about it, for once. "So tell me about you. What district are you in?"