thecapitol | A Bloody Valentine: Dance Auction!

Who| Everyone in the Capitol!
What| Dance auction!
Where| The top of the Romulus Hotel in the Capitol
When| February 14th, in the evening
Warnings/Notes| None at the moment

It's the Valentines day gala come again, and moreover, it's been over two months since Capitolites have gotten to get up close and personal with their favorite Tributes. With all the curfews and restrictions and fear suddenly cropping up, everyone's due for a little time on the town. And you, the lucky soldiers (and hostages), get to take the briefest of breaks from the battlefield and get away from the Detainment Center for a few hours.

There is a catch however. Two. The first thing is that there can be no mention of war whatsoever to the Capitolites. None. Talk of war will result in talk of execution. Your execution. The second catch is that a number of you have been signed up for dancing auction! You will be expected to dance with your assigned partners (some people may buy dances for an offworlder to dance with another offworlder!), be respectful, and at least slightly enjoyable. Most of all, you are to be a distraction. These people cannot know there is a war going on.

Some years ago, a similar dance auction was held. On top of the tallest hotel in the center of the Capitol, there's just as much scuffle as back then to fit into the elevators, maybe even more so after the long absence of Tributes. Just as back then, the sky has been artificially cleared of clouds, with more stars projected upward in their place. It's chilly out here in the early month of February, but the very floor has been set up with a heating system, keeping the rooftop nice and cozy. The Games are aired and the narrators are nostalgic.

There's something tense about the party. Everyone is smiling too hard, trying their best not to seem nervous or cast too many side-glances over unspoken worries. Small talk is taken up with intense gusto, everyone more eager than ever to forget all worries and woes. What lies are told about what the Tributes have really been up to in their absences are swallowed entirely.

"Ladies and gentlemen," a booming female voice announces from nowhere, "Celebrus Magazine, in conjunction with The Romulus Hotel, are delighted to host the third annual Hunger Games Dance Auction for charity! As a matter of decorum, let us remind you of some ground rules. A guest's actions reflects on the hotel, and the Romulus reserves the right to remove anyone in any position of authority from the premises for any reason, including going beyond the boundaries of a dance auction. Any unseemly, fraudulent or presumptive action on the part of the guests will lead to their immediate dismissal. These Tributes volunteered for charity, and their wishes should be respected.

"You may bid as much as you like, on however many Tributes you like, but please don't promise more assi than you have on-hand. All donations will be taken at the time the winning bidder is announced. Get excited, but don't get too excited!

"And now… may the bidding begin!"

At no point does Celebrus Magazine indicate what sort of charity any of the money generated is going towards. It will be a good hour and a half before the bidding closes and the pairs are announced. In the mean time, everyone is welcome to mingle. And... should a few people slip away from the party for a little while, using the crowd to hide themselves, well, who would really notice? Be sharp and keep low and you may just get away with it. The rest of you may just have a new meaning to the job of being a distraction.

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He can well understand that sentiment. Often-times in the Capitol the only form of rebellion is one's words, carefully-tailored so that they can only be interpreted as rebellious by someone looking for it. It's a careful dance of never straying too far over that line but not giving in wholesale and losing yourself.

"I'm just trying to be sure fame doesn't go to my head. Being a Mentor isn't about me, it's about the tributes under my care and using my position to make things better for them."

And alright. In the Capitol of course it's also going to be about him, but it helps him feel good about himself to think he's still able to do some good in this awful city. It's why so much of his sizeable Mentor's salary went toward stocking the kitchens in District 12 after the Capitol stopped providing credit cards to its tributes.

"And I'll admit flattery gets me very far in that regard. Sponsors are much more free with their money after a few compliments. And if it truly is all we'll have, at least it will get me allies."

"How altruistic. I'd almost believe you." Nearly all of China's own good will is feigned. She imagines the same is true of most people, especially when it comes to fame and fortune. The pageantry of kindness is just another play for ratings.

As for his thoughts on flattery, she nods. "Wise. Battles--physical or otherwise--seem to be easier to fight when you have someone big and strong standing in front of you. And what else is an ally for?"

The question is said with a cavalier, joking air. Deep down, she believes it.

It's funny, because in that they are agreed. He'd say 'standing beside' instead of 'in front of', perhaps, but the sentiment at its base isn't too different. In a place like this you need a support network, whether that's emotional or physical or monetary. All three is best but he's not going to pretend money doesn't go very, very far when it comes down to it.

"No, no, I agree. I wouldn't still be here if I didn't have so many other people behind me."

Most of which are dead, or gone, or far away in a bunker in Thirteen.

"It works both ways. You don't believe me when I say that I care about my tributes?"

"I certainly wouldn't accuse you of lying, dear. It's only that your little statement there was so perfectly crafted. Did you rehearse it?"

She doesn't mean that in a mocking way and is truly curious, something her raised brows and attentive eyes back up. He is a Mentor, after all, and a successful one. That doesn't come without work.

That's true, and perhaps that's why he doesn't even look that sheepish. Heaving rehearsed statements here isn't exactly a bad thing; if anything it's an expected part of working Staff.

"I wouldn't say I rehearsed it, but I've said it so many times now to so many different people I may as well have. I've found it works in my favor to have most things I say about my job planned out at least loosely ahead of time. You never know who's listening, after all, or how they might reword you in the next day's tabloids. Once they edited an interview to make it sound as though I was threatening to eat my fellow tributes, back before I won. I'd like to avoid another disaster like that."

For goodness sake, some Capitolites are still convinced trolls eat humans.

She covers her mouth as she laughs. "Goodness. You have to admit, they are very creative, are they not? One would almost be tempted to avoid discretion simply to see what they could come up with."

"They may have thought they were doing you a favor. Were others more intimidated by you after that?"

On the other hand, it'd probably make him a target and probably an outcast, so anything good would likely be cancelled out.

"By me? Definitely not." He can't imagine anyone being intimidated by him, though logically he knows it must have happened at least once. Maybe.

"By other trolls, though, yes. I suppose they thought what applied to me applied to all of us. And between you and me? A few times I've given completely incorrect answers in interviews just to see what they'll make of it. Mostly they just leave it all out, which is a shame. I tried to convince them I was just a human in very well-done makeup once."

He kind of wishes that had taken. It would have been pretty funny.

He does seem rather sweet, from what she's seen so far. That by itself can be just as valuable or more than being frightening to others, if she's learned anything from being a Games fan all her life.

"Were I in your shoes, I would have been terrified to suggest such a thing. What if a particularly nosy fan tried to scrub off your 'makeup,' hmm?"

It's often the ones you least suspect. It's gratifying, honestly, being underestimated -- it played into his strategy pretty strong. When your public image is of a gentle pacifist who wouldn't hurt a fly it comes as a greater surprise when you pull out a knife. Not that he ever would have killed anyone willingly, but incapacitating someone long enough to get away? That was always fair game.

"Oh, they have, and worse. I keep up with the 'fanfic' they write about me, just to get an idea of what they think. It's been... an experience."

This is a polite conversation so he's not going to mention the fact that there seem to be at least three hotly competing theories about kind of genitalia his species has, but even just the mention of fanfic probably conjures up terrible associations without him having to. Unless she's managed to avoid it, in which case she's incredibly lucky.

"My. You are a brave one."

"I'm sure their creative efforts are admirable, at least. I admit such literature isn't quite my area of expertise, but I have heard a few snippets." She inspects her nails briefly. "Do you have a favorite? Answer honestly, I won't think you boorish for reading about yourself."

It's probably sad that he has an immediate answer to that.

"I'd say Bachman's work the most ... compelling?" He's not sure if that's the right word, exactly.

"It's probably because he produces so much of it and it's all so surreal. It's hard to find it unsettling when it's so..." He waves a hand descriptively because it's hard to put into words exactly what about this particular author's work is so... uh... special? "Of course I'm not the focus of those. He's primarily a fan of Roland's; I'm just along for the ride."

And yet, China notes that not all of that is exactly favorable. "That's a diplomatic choice of words. I'm sure his heart is fluttering to hear that praise right now."

[ooc: Sorry for the slowness. I'm actually going to be dropping China, but I can continue the thread at my usual glacial pace if you like.]

"I'm sure it is. He's here, you know, somewhere. I can't see him but I'm sure he's-- ah."

Sure enough, there's that Very Recognizable Face a couple of groups of people away. He tenses much like a rabbit that's just realized a wolf has spotted it.

"I probably ought to make myself scarce before he ropes me into a conversation about my bedroom habits." God, he is so tired of fans speculating on that. They are never right. "Thank you for the conversation; I'm sorry to cut it short but he hasn't noticed me yet and I'd like to keep it that way."

[ooc: That's okay! We can end it here since it's old and quite long already. It was fun playing with you and I'm glad I got a chance to meet China before she left.]

A Bloody Valentine: Dance Auction!

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