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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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She took it with a grateful nod.

"Oz is a landlocked nation. I had never even seen such a large stretch of water before being brought here this evening." Glinda did have an awful habit of locking herself away at the slightest moments notice while in the Captiol. She did as he had told her and broke a little bit of the bread off and ate a small mouthful. She wasn't sure that it would work but she was willing to try anything if it would help. "Or indeed a boat."

"Oz, huh?" Peeta said with a small amount of consideration. Not that he had anything else to compare it to, when it came to names of nations. Maybe Panem sounded as odd to her as Oz did to him.

"I hadn't seen either, too. District Twelve is a coal mining district, we don't have any large stretches of water anywhere near us. Maybe a couple of ponds, but the biggest I had ever seen was my bathtub," He smiled. "It's nice, though. Maybe to see, more then be on, though, with the boat."

Glinda continued nibbling at her bread in small chunks and surprisingly she was beginning to feel better with something on her stomach after all.

"I thought it very pleasing to look at but I should agree that being on it is less agreeable."

"Well, just know that if this party doesn't agree with you, there will be plenty more," He gave a soft laugh. "So you'll have plenty of time to figure out which kind is more your style."

Leaning against the railing once more, he sighed, looking around. There were lights where groups of people were talking and laughing, and it just felt good to not be around it for a little bit.

"I'm sorry that you're here. This can't be easy."

Glinda gave a solemn smile. It wasn't he that was at fault surely.

"It is not." She agreed. "But it seems there is not much of an option in the matter." The Capitol seemed quite insistent that they would do as they were told. "But surely you understand, having gone through it yourself."

Heh. Eheh. Peeta nodded.

"No real option, I'm afraid. But my situation was a little different," He sighed. "At least I grew up knowing what I could be getting into. I think it's tougher to not know, and then to just suddenly... not be home." It was a little too sad, though, and who else was listening?

"But as my Escort says, put enough pressure on coals and they turn into pearls. So maybe that's what will happen here."

Glinda cocked her head.

"I thought that it turned into diamonds?" She asked, forehead furrowing in confusion. The witch was almost certain of it in fact. "Coal, I mean."

Peeta laughed. "That's what we tried to tell Effie, but she insisted it was pearls. I guess what my point is... something here that's put a lot of pressure on can turn into something else entirely."

Glinda gave a small smile, escorts could be so very silly bless their hearts but it seemed that most of them only wanted the best for their tributes. Peeta's words struck a chord with her however and the witch found herself nodded in agreement.

"How true that is." She replied after a moment.

"There's a lot of options for that, here. But you have to work for it," Peeta shrugged, giving a small smile. "But... I know that you're probably not here for my district or anything, but let me know if I can help with anything. Besides an upset stomach."

The smile turned to a grin.