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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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Defecta--? Neffa paused, understood, and let it go without comment. Perhaps it wasn't her first drink of the evening.

"Did it?" Sympathy was easy to keep up. "I've a friend with whom strong drink simply doesn't agree-- perhaps you're the same way?" It was unlikely that it disagreed with her in the same way it did with Surri (he doubted very strongly that she was an elementalist), but he had no personal experience from which to relate. This seemed an unfortunate place to be unable to drink - in his opinion, there was very little else that made it bearable.

Sadly it was.

"I am uncertain. Until I was brought here I had never tried it before. It isn't polite for women to imbibe after all." Not that the women of the Capitol seemed to have the same problems. "But it seems I have forgotten my better manners." Something that she was most embarrassed about. The best that she could while feeling nauseous Glinda bobbed a small curtsey. "I am Lady Glinda Ardunnea Upland, of the Upper Uplands, Good Witch of the North." She announced herself.

Neffa raised his eyebrows - what a list! He couldn't tell exactly how impressed he was supposed to be by this, so he returned the curtsey with a slightly deeper bow (only a little self-conscious) and, matching her tone, announced, "And I am Neffa a Reyeth, of the city of Ristopa, once a child of the middle quarter, and lately the only magician in the Street of Sorrows." When he looked up, he was grinning. "But Neffa will do."

The geography of her homeland was lost on him, but there was something in her introduction that caught his attention. "Forgive me," he added, taking half a step closer as if to hear her reply better-- "but did you say you were a witch?" The term was so archaic as to be nearly an insult in Ristopa - witches belonged to a more primitive time, back when magic had still been regarded as wild and uncontrollable, when ritual had been undertaken out of fear instead of ambition. So far as he knew, the word was still in use in places civilization had yet to touch; but no self-respecting magician would willingly adopt the title.

He kept his tone light and interested - gods knew he'd learned not to assume anything here! - but to him, the word sat strangely on someone so poised.

Very impressed. She was an important woman in Oz.

Glinda nodded. "A sorceress, if you wish to go into the technicalities of my magic." After all, in Oz a witch was known by the virtues of her acts rather than the implication of her name. And Glinda was known as Glinda the Good through the early propaganda of the Wizard and her own attempts to help Oz once he had left.

"It is a pleasure to meet your aquintecentenary, Neffa. Please do just call me Glinda. To use my titles in a land where I am not entitled would seem somewhat boastful."