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thecapitol2016-06-27 10:42 am
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2016-06-27 10:42 am
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...
Who| Everyone.
What| The aftermath (and memorial).
Where| The Capitol.
When| A week or two after the battles have ended.
Warnings/Notes| Death mention. Warn for anything in headers.
Though it was the offworlders who helped save Panem, it is not they who are voted into into office. A District 8 woman, Commander Paylor, is recognised as the new President for taking quick command of the Districts and helping them through the darkest of times. Panem is neither willing to have a Capitolite President, nor ready for an Offworlder one, though who could speak for the future. Nevertheless, there appears to be no better person for the job.
Even without their leader, the Red Oleander lives on, guided by the belief that the offworlders, and all Peacekeepers powered with offworlder abilities, put the world out of balance. Conspiratorial rumors persist of Snow having survived and of the the Offworlders hoarding a power to bring each back to life. Yet even despite these things, the gratitude expressed to offworlders, to the rebellion, is far stronger.
From stone, a new statue is eventually commissioned and carved. Sandy Marko stands at the front, offwordlers standing up behind her getting progressively smaller and less detailed for those who were gone well before the battle could begin, but still nevertheless remembered. They all stand with face high, the light of the sun catching on it for most of the day. A plaque reads; the Protectors of Panem.
The ash rubble that used to be the Tribute Tower hasn’t quite been all cleared yet, either due to a business or an unwillingness to yet forget the past. The plans for a memorial have already gone ahead into motion though. 1741 tombs without bodies, all dedicated to each child who ever perished within the arena, flowers covering the field. Approximately 625 other burial places for offworlders who died and never came back, some with more than one body beneath, twins, triplets and then some laying together. Still living offworlders are called to the labs all over the city deal with their own bodies like one would the remains of family members. Still, some lay within mass graves in the Districts, where not every citizen could be accounted for despite the very best attempts, and so are remembered in a war memorial to come. Among these memorials will be one for District 3 and District 3 alone, the engraved epithet still undecided but suggested to nod toward their intelligence, their courage, and a sorrow for their great loss and the failure of Panem to save them.
Much of the others Districts still lay in wreckage. Camera crews and more are called to record the damage for present help and future remembrance. Things start to be built and rebuilt including hospitals like in District four and housing in others. For the first time, travel between the Districts is opened up fully to everyone, allowing the people to help themselves and each other. While some return to their old jobs to keep Panem stable in the war’s sure economical fallout, others prepare for new opportunities, no longer bound to the District’s set ruling. While physical repairs are done, those in higher positions work around the clock to prepare for this fallout and patch problems before they can begin to create a new and stronger economy that is equal and fair to everyone.
District 13 in particular proves divided, as some are fearful to leave the bunker, the only world they ever knew, and others enter into the world, some even walking into the sun for the very first time. President, or rather, Mayor Webb is there to lead them.
In the Capitol, Gamemakers, many profiteers of the Games, a number of peacekeepers, and those of Snow’s Cabinet are brought in to eventually face trial, but may wait in prisoned for the meant time. The traps are destroyed where they can be and closed off where they can’t, while the mutts are all slowly captured, most places containing them still heavily restricted. Many Capitolites appear lost, with their old ways of life completely shattered. While a large portion of Panem remains unsympathetic, an order (featuring a few offworlders and victors) has formed so as to protect them and initiate them into their new lives, looking in particular to teach the younger the wrongs of the old ways in new school curriculum.
Similarly, the Avoxes have been completely liberated, as many as could be saved brought in for what will soon be a fully functioning rehabilitation program. Schedules and plenty to clean allows them the chance to ease into their freedom slower, without so much stress. As much information that can be found on their old lives as possible starts to be gathered, some accepting of their old names, others clinging to nameless-ness or reclaiming the nicknames given to them in their slavery. Families are contacted and later reunions are arranged for when the Avox is ready. Signing is taught, albeit very slow. Many recovered Avoxes flock here to help and even just to recover themselves.
Rehabilitation is set up for soldiers and former Tributes of either side. Although fights still break out, many do their best and it is nevertheless seen as a good first step for those willing to come to the sessions and participate. All the while, the establishment of the Peacekeepers itself is turned on its head, old ways being taken apart to make way for the new. Among the new are the Head Peacekeepers and the steadily changing laws and forms that may one day help bring the nations trust back to them as they learn how to truly keep the peace.
Scientists who are able are also willing to offer their services to the offworlders who need it. Chips may be removed from people all together, once and for all, to allow people their language and powers back. Others keep the chips and remain inhibited, preferring to live life without their powers, with many Peacekeepers who were experimented on choosing this option.
One scientist in particular believes it may be possible to use Snow’s energy conversion weapon to convert the memory chips into energy which may then be tied to the character. This way, upon their eventual death, on the chance they can return back to their old worlds, they may still remember if they choose. Possibly. Some offworlders are offered to have altered versions of their chips put back in later for the purpose recording memories to be made into energy. While effectiveness of this is uncertain, it’s seen as worth a shot by some.
Likewise, some see little point in a memorial before everything has been finalised, but others wish their chance to mourn before they’re forced to move on...
There’s been a clear clash of desires here at this one. Attempts at grandeur in honor of the dead have been partially halted due to the discomfort of others with the Capitol’s old ways. It’s beauty comes through in much more subtle ways than the parties of old.
There’s a stand for speeches and many chairs lining the way in front of it. Small floral sculpture and floating lights resembling fireflies fill the surrounding area. Projections show the images of lives lost, though they’ve been carefully edited so as not to resemble the projections of arenas, merely a flipping through of photos taken from Capitol cameras, often with smiling images. Their names are shown beneath, and should someone make a speech about them in particular, the image will last longer before switching.
All around is a wall of sorts, filled with the same photos of faces and names. There’s place beneath to leave gifts, write messages, and even just to speak one’s thoughts. A few notes and gifts have already been left. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly depending on your outlook, many of the older Tributes whom aren’t known to the offworlders of now are mourned most by Capitolites who watched their struggles and were moved, from children to adults.
Great and beautiful trees wind up behind these walls, but the light of the sun still manages to sparkle through the foliage. A bonfire burns to one side, allowing people to send their messages in other ways, throwing letters and gifts to the fire. The sky is a brilliant blue to a blazing orange as the night starts to fall.
Songs can be heard all through the day. While it has been requested that food and drink be respectfully not served here, there’s a few restaurants not far that have opened their tables to the street. A walk down the other way leads to the shores, behind goes back out to the city and between this all is the one to the trains taking people out. The river runs on through the park. Benches can be found for those wishing to rest along as they think, instead of back within the memorial party.
With the unusually cold spring going into a warmer summer, the snow has entirely melted away. Birds can be seen, among them, mockingjays echoing a soft tune that may seem familiar to some.
It’s a new day for everyone. A new world. Sometimes people will form habits to remind themselves of the present, to secure themselves in the future, to accept the past. These habits might even become little games. It won’t always be easy or fun, but that’s okay.
There are worse games to play.
What| The aftermath (and memorial).
Where| The Capitol.
When| A week or two after the battles have ended.
Warnings/Notes| Death mention. Warn for anything in headers.
Though it was the offworlders who helped save Panem, it is not they who are voted into into office. A District 8 woman, Commander Paylor, is recognised as the new President for taking quick command of the Districts and helping them through the darkest of times. Panem is neither willing to have a Capitolite President, nor ready for an Offworlder one, though who could speak for the future. Nevertheless, there appears to be no better person for the job.
Even without their leader, the Red Oleander lives on, guided by the belief that the offworlders, and all Peacekeepers powered with offworlder abilities, put the world out of balance. Conspiratorial rumors persist of Snow having survived and of the the Offworlders hoarding a power to bring each back to life. Yet even despite these things, the gratitude expressed to offworlders, to the rebellion, is far stronger.
From stone, a new statue is eventually commissioned and carved. Sandy Marko stands at the front, offwordlers standing up behind her getting progressively smaller and less detailed for those who were gone well before the battle could begin, but still nevertheless remembered. They all stand with face high, the light of the sun catching on it for most of the day. A plaque reads; the Protectors of Panem.
The ash rubble that used to be the Tribute Tower hasn’t quite been all cleared yet, either due to a business or an unwillingness to yet forget the past. The plans for a memorial have already gone ahead into motion though. 1741 tombs without bodies, all dedicated to each child who ever perished within the arena, flowers covering the field. Approximately 625 other burial places for offworlders who died and never came back, some with more than one body beneath, twins, triplets and then some laying together. Still living offworlders are called to the labs all over the city deal with their own bodies like one would the remains of family members. Still, some lay within mass graves in the Districts, where not every citizen could be accounted for despite the very best attempts, and so are remembered in a war memorial to come. Among these memorials will be one for District 3 and District 3 alone, the engraved epithet still undecided but suggested to nod toward their intelligence, their courage, and a sorrow for their great loss and the failure of Panem to save them.
Much of the others Districts still lay in wreckage. Camera crews and more are called to record the damage for present help and future remembrance. Things start to be built and rebuilt including hospitals like in District four and housing in others. For the first time, travel between the Districts is opened up fully to everyone, allowing the people to help themselves and each other. While some return to their old jobs to keep Panem stable in the war’s sure economical fallout, others prepare for new opportunities, no longer bound to the District’s set ruling. While physical repairs are done, those in higher positions work around the clock to prepare for this fallout and patch problems before they can begin to create a new and stronger economy that is equal and fair to everyone.
District 13 in particular proves divided, as some are fearful to leave the bunker, the only world they ever knew, and others enter into the world, some even walking into the sun for the very first time. President, or rather, Mayor Webb is there to lead them.
In the Capitol, Gamemakers, many profiteers of the Games, a number of peacekeepers, and those of Snow’s Cabinet are brought in to eventually face trial, but may wait in prisoned for the meant time. The traps are destroyed where they can be and closed off where they can’t, while the mutts are all slowly captured, most places containing them still heavily restricted. Many Capitolites appear lost, with their old ways of life completely shattered. While a large portion of Panem remains unsympathetic, an order (featuring a few offworlders and victors) has formed so as to protect them and initiate them into their new lives, looking in particular to teach the younger the wrongs of the old ways in new school curriculum.
Similarly, the Avoxes have been completely liberated, as many as could be saved brought in for what will soon be a fully functioning rehabilitation program. Schedules and plenty to clean allows them the chance to ease into their freedom slower, without so much stress. As much information that can be found on their old lives as possible starts to be gathered, some accepting of their old names, others clinging to nameless-ness or reclaiming the nicknames given to them in their slavery. Families are contacted and later reunions are arranged for when the Avox is ready. Signing is taught, albeit very slow. Many recovered Avoxes flock here to help and even just to recover themselves.
Rehabilitation is set up for soldiers and former Tributes of either side. Although fights still break out, many do their best and it is nevertheless seen as a good first step for those willing to come to the sessions and participate. All the while, the establishment of the Peacekeepers itself is turned on its head, old ways being taken apart to make way for the new. Among the new are the Head Peacekeepers and the steadily changing laws and forms that may one day help bring the nations trust back to them as they learn how to truly keep the peace.
Scientists who are able are also willing to offer their services to the offworlders who need it. Chips may be removed from people all together, once and for all, to allow people their language and powers back. Others keep the chips and remain inhibited, preferring to live life without their powers, with many Peacekeepers who were experimented on choosing this option.
One scientist in particular believes it may be possible to use Snow’s energy conversion weapon to convert the memory chips into energy which may then be tied to the character. This way, upon their eventual death, on the chance they can return back to their old worlds, they may still remember if they choose. Possibly. Some offworlders are offered to have altered versions of their chips put back in later for the purpose recording memories to be made into energy. While effectiveness of this is uncertain, it’s seen as worth a shot by some.
Likewise, some see little point in a memorial before everything has been finalised, but others wish their chance to mourn before they’re forced to move on...
There’s been a clear clash of desires here at this one. Attempts at grandeur in honor of the dead have been partially halted due to the discomfort of others with the Capitol’s old ways. It’s beauty comes through in much more subtle ways than the parties of old.
There’s a stand for speeches and many chairs lining the way in front of it. Small floral sculpture and floating lights resembling fireflies fill the surrounding area. Projections show the images of lives lost, though they’ve been carefully edited so as not to resemble the projections of arenas, merely a flipping through of photos taken from Capitol cameras, often with smiling images. Their names are shown beneath, and should someone make a speech about them in particular, the image will last longer before switching.
All around is a wall of sorts, filled with the same photos of faces and names. There’s place beneath to leave gifts, write messages, and even just to speak one’s thoughts. A few notes and gifts have already been left. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly depending on your outlook, many of the older Tributes whom aren’t known to the offworlders of now are mourned most by Capitolites who watched their struggles and were moved, from children to adults.
Great and beautiful trees wind up behind these walls, but the light of the sun still manages to sparkle through the foliage. A bonfire burns to one side, allowing people to send their messages in other ways, throwing letters and gifts to the fire. The sky is a brilliant blue to a blazing orange as the night starts to fall.
Songs can be heard all through the day. While it has been requested that food and drink be respectfully not served here, there’s a few restaurants not far that have opened their tables to the street. A walk down the other way leads to the shores, behind goes back out to the city and between this all is the one to the trains taking people out. The river runs on through the park. Benches can be found for those wishing to rest along as they think, instead of back within the memorial party.
With the unusually cold spring going into a warmer summer, the snow has entirely melted away. Birds can be seen, among them, mockingjays echoing a soft tune that may seem familiar to some.
It’s a new day for everyone. A new world. Sometimes people will form habits to remind themselves of the present, to secure themselves in the future, to accept the past. These habits might even become little games. It won’t always be easy or fun, but that’s okay.
There are worse games to play.
Memorial Wall
Mingle
Albert Heinrich
It's a breath of fresh air more than a curse to have his old cybernetics back. That and it makes him more useful to help with cleaning up the mess they've all made of Panem. Capturing muttations, clearing rubble, even signing to Avoxes in carefully non-commanding words is easier with the libraries of signs now in his augmented brain once again. It's strange to be at home with himself, not just physically but mentally too. His past actions have helped to bring about this peace. They all have, but he is proud of his small part, and glad for once to see the successful outcome of their efforts. He has a gentle smile and a nod, if not words, for anyone he comes across as he helps to rebuild.
There are regrets, though. There are those they have lost and as the orange sky gives way to painted purples and speckled stars, visible for just how much of the city is still blacked out after the assault, Albert can be found before the memorial, staring in quiet contemplation. Whatever the victory, the cost should never be forgotten.
He leaves no well-thought message, placing instead just a simple collection of flowers wrapped in paper and twine, one for each absent friend. Every year from then forward, on this day when the winter thaws, he'll do the same in remembrance.
Jet Link
It was in his head, he knew, but it didn't matter. The war was over, the chip gone and those left behind could make new lives. For the first time in a long time, Jet felt certain about things. Life hadn't felt like this after Black Ghost and certainly there'd been no 'after' for him with His Voice, not until Mocawa.
Thinking on Mocawa is what really put everything in perspective. It was an old wound, one that still ached when the weather turned bad, but couldn't affect him anymore and, honestly, it was this place that had helped. They'd helped save the country and the people remaining in it. What better happy ending could he ask for, at least realistically?
It wasn't perfect, but the best things weren't.
Jet milled around the memorial, not really looking for anyone, but gave a smile and a kind greeting to anyone he recognized. Eventually he made it to the wall to find the pictures of the people they'd lost. There were plenty of friends on there, people who's faces he'd forever be sketching so he didn't forget in his unnaturally long life. But there were three pictures his eyes caught on longest.
Chaud, Joe and Pyunma stood out to him and put an ache in his heart. Another old wound, but it was manageable. He wished he could write something nice, something heartfelt and befitting the two who'd been his first family, but nothing he could come up with would be good enough for his brothers and best friends. Remembering them and the others he'd long-missed was the best he could do for them.
That and live on, live as best as he could for as long as he could, protecting what family he still had. He would do better by them than he had by the other cyborgs. His fingers lingered on Joe's picture and he smiled softly. His good-byes were for himself and the ghosts and they resonated in his heart and mind before he stepped away to enjoy the feeling of celebration that surrounded the area.
There was a brighter future to help build.
Bucky Barnes
Those people would be forgotten. Even he would, in time, he held no illusions of that, a memory was an imperfect thing.
But he wasn't here for himself, he was here to honor those who'd helped when they didn't necessarily need to. There'd been offworlders he'd come to care about just as much as any 13 resident and they'd been lost as well. That and one last thing.
A final good-bye.
He moved slowly through the people gathered to make his way to the wall. His injuries healed surprisingly fast, but parts of him still ached for other reasons and he was careful for that. Bucky moves past the wall and instead goes to the bonfire burning bright in the dimmer city light.
He pulled from a pocket a small wood carving. Something that looked somewhat like a bird, but inexpertly made. A gift to an ailing friend when he'd needed the reminder that he could still fly if he thought hard enough about it.
There was no body to bury and no face to mourn. Avoxes lost over the years were more forgotten than his soldiers on the bloody fields of Panem, but that just made it the responsibility of those who remembered to keep them close. Bucky's fingers traced over the chipped wood and thought of Steve and Hannah and everyone else they'd lost along the way. For as long as he could, he would remember them all, but those two he'd never forget. He owed them that much and more.
A long minute passed before, slowly, his hand came up and dropped the wood carving into the flames, dedicated to stand and watch the wood burn down to ashes. The only funeral he could hold.
Tomorrow he would move on and focus on the now and the future, tonight was for the past.
Sandy Marko
Sandy's done what people told her since the war ended. She gets led around, and if people ask for her opinions on things she tries to be as honest as possible. But at the end of the day she didn't know how to rebuild Panem. She didn't know how to fix the broken world.
So she did what she knew best. She kept moving.
Sometimes she would go for long rides on the hoverbike that someone had recovered from the wreckage of tribute tower, sometimes she would just stay holed up in the apartment she had been given for days painting. But she tried not to dwell on all she had lost.
But some nights you might find her at the memorial wall talking quietly to people she's lost with her pet Duck at her side.
She wants to help, she wants to do her part to make this world a better place the way she told everyone else to, but she honestly doesn't know how. Practice what you preach Sand Sister.