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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Eva matches that sheepish smile with a bit of a warm one, one of some strange, tenuous kinship. "My formal education ended after the birth of my child. Everything else is self-taught. Having tried to do it myself, I gained a good deal of respect for the teachers who put up with my inanity earlier."

"Perhaps --" He paused, frowning, shuffling through the slightly-off clothing to find where he had put his invitation and drew it out, handing it to her. "If you could tell me what this says?" He asked.

The handwritten note (minus the slightly homoerotic portrait) read: They say you were made for this. I wonder what you were made from? in English.

"It would be my pleasure." She reads it aloud. "They say you were made for this. I wonder what you were made from?"

She pauses. "I confess I don't know what he was going for there."

He frowns, takes back the note, puts it in his pocket. Even translated, he isn't sure of its meaning.

He is flesh and blood and bone like every other man. Save, perhaps, for Wesker. He pushes the thought from his mind.

"You know him?"

She nods. There's a warmth to her smile that wasn't there before. "After my Victory, people hired me to care for their children. I suppose they found it amusing, since I was marketed as a mother bear. I pretty much raised him from his toddler years until he was eight."

She bites her lip and looks over at him. "But I suppose I know him more as a child than as the man he is now."

"I imagine it is difficult to forget the child, many years after he is grown." He glances where Eva is looking, regarding Timaeus again before looking back at her.

"He seems..." He trailed off, frowning, choosing his words carefully. "... Invested."

"He likes stories. You can imagine it, I'm sure, people with no stories to tell of their own like to spend their days thinking about ours." She takes a deep breath through her nose. "And retell them inaccurately."

"Few stories are ever told with accuracy," He said, his lips twitching. "Even from those who own them. I would take a man with his head in the clouds over a snake in the grass, any day."

She reaches forward and touches Maximus' hand, fixing her eyes on his intently. She leans in.

"I would take a snake in my grass any day," she says in an affected salacious tone, then more quietly, with a sort of seriousness that stands at complete contrast to her former demeanor, "as long as they're on my side."

There are only so many ways she can try to convey a message without giving up enough to get caught.

He'd never been one for politics, but something in the way Eva spoke to him now reminded him suddenly and violently of Lucilla, despite the outright flirtatious tone. He's seen the tactic before, and it does not surprise him.

"I'm sure there are many that are," he mumured lowly.

She nods, face solemn. "I hope to be seeing much more of you, Maximus. Enjoy the party."

And she goes to refill her wine glass.

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gently retconning this conversation to after he'd spoken to timaeus

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