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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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"Lots of rich old people getting drunk and being inappropriate?" he said thoughtfully.

"Mostly they were fundraisers."

"They were trying to raise money?" asked Prim, taking the words apart. Food was a bit too expensive for that to be viable, back home - at least through giving dinners and parties...

"Yeah," Atticus said, nodding. "They did a lot of charity work. Dad used to say if you get rich people drunk enough and feed them well, they'll give money to anything."

"We didn't really have any rich people in District Twelve," she admitted, thinking about what Atticus had said. It sounded reasonable enough - from what she knew... But her experience with all those things was a little scarce.

"Yeah?" He makes a bit of a face.

"What's it like there?"

She thinks on that for a moment. How does one best describe District twelve - in a word?

"Hungry," she settled on. "I don't think a lot of people have enough food. That's probably true of all the districts, though..."

He frowns at that. He's heard a bit about the districts, of course, but he hasn't had much chance to talk to anyone from somewhere other than District One.

"That's...I'm sorry," he says after a moment, glancing around the boat at all the extravagance. Far too much food for the amount of people here, he thinks.

Prim agrees, though she keeps it to herself. If she's being honest, she's quite enjoying the bounty of foo herself.

"It's not your fault," she protested, a little surprised by his apology.

"Yeah, but I can still be sorry about it," Atticus says, giving her a quick smile. "I wish there was something we could do to help."

"But your the ones dying now," she pointed out. "I think we should be more worried about you..." They're saving the district members lives, too, though not by choice.

He smiled faintly, shrugging. "Maybe we can both be worried about each other."

"Only, you're the one who's going to get hurt," she declared, frowning.

"Maybe not," he said, falsely cheerful. "Maybe I'll win."

He didn't really see this as a viable possibility. Not unless he could somehow manage to stay a wolf the entire time.

"Maybe..."

Even if they allowed that, he'd have Ruby to worry about - five feet tall, ten feet long, and armed with super speed and strength. Though she'd be interested in knowing there was more than one wolf.

As for prim, she was getting more and more torn up, uncertain who of her new friends to root for or help.

Unless Ruby had silver on her, he'd still come out of it alive. Not that he knew any of that.

"What? You don't think I could?" he teased, still trying to get Prim to feel better about it without making himself feel any worse.

Funnily enough, Ruby's case was the worse - silver knocked her out, but was the one thing that wouldn't leave any lasting wounds.

"Do you think you can?" she asked, expression serious. She's simply worried about him.

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