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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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"Ah! You've never heard of me?" She put a hand to her chest, a faux-offended expression briefly in place before it slipped it away. "I'm Valeria Rushlit, Stylist of renown, my dear, so I know what I'm talking about. And what's your name?"

Warning bells immediately went off in Adachi's head. Oh damn, why did he have a feeling that he was going to be in trouble in his future? He was already picturing himself being forced into some hideous outfits...

...but she was damn fine though. Would it be worth it?

"Er... Tohru Adachi," he managed to get out, trying to hide his discomfort. "I was assigned to District One."

"Oh, that one," said Valeria, the usual distaste for the Career Districts that every member of a competing District's team developed coloring her tone. "That's a shame, my District is Three. I could have made you a star, you know," she added with a wink, because sober Valeria was flirty enough. This Valeria had already had a few drinks before coming across Adachi.

"Ah... well, I'm not star material... just a simple man, ma'am," he replied rubbing the back of his neck. That flirting... was definitely working. Adachi could never say no to a woman that actually wanted to pay attention to him.

"Everyone is star material, my dear, you just need the proper hand to mold you. It's just a pity you won't be getting the attention of mine. Hands, that is." She gestured to the bar again. "And what'll you be having?"

"Heh, tell that to my partner," Adachi replied, trying to process that. Did anyone really buy that star material thing? He sure as hell didn't feel like one here...

"Ah, just a beer's fine."

"Your partner? Got a little someone waiting for you back home?" Valeria asked, only somewhat paying attention to the conversation. She waved at the bartender, flailing her hand impatiently until they came over. "A beer for the young man, whatever you think he'd like, and, oh, I don't know, I could go for something sweet, pick something out for me too, would you?" She winked at the bartender and turned back to Adachi.

"S-someone back home...?!" Adachi fumbled out, a bit of a pink tint coming to his face. Well, there was Sayoko-san... b-but he didn't need to be telling anyone that... "N-no, not like that kind of partner! I mean my partner on the force!"

"The force? The force of what?" She leaned back on the bar, taking her drink when it was ready without looking and holding out the beer to Adachi. "And that means you're unattached, does it?"

"Th-the police force of course..." Adachi muttered, letting out a breath. Geeze, he never imagined anyone would take that wrong; he could hear Dojima-san yelling from here.

"Yeah, you could say I am."

"Police, right, that's another word for Peacekeepers you have. That's a lot of words to describe the same thing, isn't? Seems confusing."

She grinned at him, amused at his apparent embarrassment. This one was easy to fluster, and she was feeling loose and cheerful enough to indulge in some juvenile teasing. "Sounds like it's more complicated than that, normally the answer is yes or no. You're not, you know, saving yourself for anyone are you?"

"Not really; I guess we all have the same general idea," Adachi replied. Except for the whole part where the Peacekeepers suppressed the masses, but...

He sputtered at the second part. "What? No! Why would you think that?"

"No reason, really, no need to get defensive. Although you do seem the shy type." She winked again. "That won't last long in this city."

A worried look crossed Adachi's face. "What do you mean by that?"

He could guess, really; considering what they're all forced to do every game period. There was no way he was going to let that get to him though.

Edited (I have been on Plurk way too much. :|) 2013-05-31 23:00 (UTC)

"You're a star now, darling, everybody's going to want to meet you, spend time with you." She drained her glass and set it back on the bar before continuing. "We're all about the social activities here, no time to be shy. Of course, that can be considered cute by some."

"How can I be a stay if I died?" he asked, trying to keep his tone confused and sheepish, but it was hard because he already knew the answer. He was a star just because he was in there, killing people and being killed. It made him sick.

"I didn't even die horribly," he added.

"Everyone dies now," she said, waving away his apparent confusion. "Even the Victors usually have died once or twice at least before they win. The point is you're in the Games, on the screens! Nobody can ignore you when your face is being broadcasted all across the city. As long as it wasn't, I don't know, an especially embarrassing or boring death it shouldn't matter."