[PARTY POST]

[itwasrhetorical]

Who: Glinda Upland and OPEN
What: A support group for people who've lost their powers in the Capitol.
Where: A suitably swankified meeting room in the capitol.
When: Sunday afternoon/evening.
Warnings/Notes: It's a support group intended for those who've lost their powers but there's nothing to say that other characters wouldn't hear about it and want to come along. Glinda wouldn't have anyone removed that wasn't invited. Feel free to use this as a party post and talk to other power nerfed characters.

The invitation had been sent to the Capitol escorts with the intention of them passing it on to the correct people in their groups of tributes. It was clearly intended for people who'd had their powers taken by the Capitol with no way of using them, though a few got given to those that shouldn't have received them.
 

 

The meeting place was tastefully but sparingly decorated with lots of comfortable chairs for sitting and tucked away corners that would be perfect to discuss matters privately if an individual was shy about their particular power. Every care had been taken to ensure that the tributes would feel at home in the small cosy meeting hall and Glinda would take every care to ensure that she spoke to each and every tribute to welcome them and learn their name. She had been slacking in her self appointed duty of caring for those who needed it most and there were some here that definitely required her attentions.

After everybody had been sufficiently welcomed in and it seemed no more tributes, mentors or escorts were to arise the witch took to the pupil. "My fellow tributes. I can only thank you all for attending as gracefully as I might wish to though it pales in comparison to the gratications I feel toward you all." She pressed a hand to her heart. "I have brought you here as I know I am not the only person within these walls that has had her powers taken from her for her own protection and that of our gracious hosts; the Nation of Panem and President Snow. I am sure each and every one of us understands deep in our hearts the depth of feeling that the nation holds for us as it's tributes. And it's sincere wish to keep us safe when not competing in the arena." A subtle warning to the more foolhardy in the audience.

"But, for once I wish for us to have a unique opportunity that we have brought about ourselves. There is many a person in this room whom you have doubtlessly never spoken with before." She spread her arms. "Let us speak and know each other better. For we should be there to support our fellow tributes who have lost what so many believe to be an essential part of ourselves in the Capitol's rightful strivances to protect both us and it's citizens. I suggest that perhaps we might learn that we are in fact more than what we have had taken. But most of all, I wish that you all might find close friends and good fortune here."

And with that charged little speech she gestured to little crowd of avoxes who began circling with food and drink and all were encouraged to socialise among themselves whilst polite music played in the background.

 

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Glinda

[itwasrhetorical]

The Witch would be circulating both before and after her little speech, unaccustomed once more to public speaking after her absence in Oz for such a long time, careful to speak to every person in the room at least once. She was graceful and polite and would refuse any alcohol that was offered to her. Best not to be tipsy at her own support group after all, she had resigned herself to being a spokeswoman for those that had no voice in the Capitol. Merely a very polite voice who knew how to speak the language of politicians.

Toward the end of the evening she would be found sitting more than walking around and looking thoroughly tired.

[the_marshal]

During one of her turns of the room, she might spot the marshal hovering in a corner. His blue eyes tired, but alert, as he watched his fellow tributes.

He wasn't sure how he'd warranted an invitation to this particular shindig, and was beginning to suspect his escort had lied to him.

[itwasrhetorical]

"Mister Wyatt." Glinda's smile was warm when she'd spotted him sulking in his corner, he didn't seem to be the only one who didn't want to be talked to but who had chosen to come along never the less.

She approached after a little while, greeting him with a polite curtsey. "I am so very glad you chose to come. I wasn't certain that you would accept my invitation." He had been one of the people that she had been absolutely firm with the escort that was to be invited. After all, what good would a party be if one couldn't invite your friends?

Re: Glinda

[celebrityskinned]

Venus feels a little out of place with all the finery here. She grew up poor, very poor, and while her mother tried to instill her with a basic level of etiquette, she's a little bit like a crayon in a box of fine paintbrushes here.

It's not that she isn't used to rich. She's just not used to refined.

Not that she's going to let that show. She walks up to the host with a wide grin. "Hi. Glinda, right?"

[itwasrhetorical]

"Miss Dee Milo, if I am not mistaken?"

Glinda gave her one of her most winning smiles. There seemed to be relatively few women within the group that had turned up and Glinda had been somewhat missing the spirit of female companionships.

"Thank you so very much for attending." She reached for both of her hands, squeezing them lightly.

[gruesome]

Some thought the idea of a gathering, any kind of gathering, put on by a tribute instead of yet another of the fancy Capitol people sounded refreshing. So he came as himself, without any of the costumery that he was getting fond of. Tall as he was, he stuck to the back of the group.

[hasacondition]

If he hadn't had been at a party designed for people with some sort of 'power,' it'd be hard to tell that there was something different about most of the people in this crowd. Then there were the obvious exceptions.

He realized after a second that he was basically staring; the best way out of that was conversation. "Sorry, is it rude to ask where you're from?"

[gruesome]

For his part, Some didn't realize he'd been stared at until he'd been addressed. He turned, upper body twisting first and then the lower body following, and smiled, careful not to bare his teeth.

"Oh, not at all. I'm from the River-Eaten pits in the caverns of All-Falls-In. On Earth, so if you are from there too, we are not aliens."

[itwasrhetorical]

It wasn't difficult to spot him at all.

"Mister Some." She greeted, stepping forward and offering him a polite curtsey after her speech. "I was so greatationally heartened to hear from your escort that you had accepted my invitation." He had been one of the tributes that had caught her eye in particular when watching the arenas. A creature that was just like an Animal yet not at all. "Please, might I offer you something to eat or drink?" She'd heard of his unsettling tendencies but she wasn't quite sure if he would indulge in them whilst out of the arena.

[gruesome]

"Ah... just water, if you are offering, please? I am fine, and I was glad to get it. We should be doing more things together, without bringing in our hosts."

Atticus

[kind_of_a_nerd]

Atticus couldn't say that he was particularly sad to be missing his powers while he was in the Capitol. He liked being just a regular guy again, no super strength, no weird ability to smell things, no fire burning through him. It was way better this way. All he had to remind him of what he was were the extra hairiness and the strange color of his eyes.

Still, it was kind of interesting to see who else's lives had changed from being here the way that his had.

[itwasrhetorical]

"Mister Bell." The witch was carefully making her rounds, making sure everybody had at least a drink in their hands. It wouldn't do for her to be a poor host. "So gladdenning to see you here. I was most surprised when I heard of you accepting the invitation." He had been one of the people that she hadn't realised had powers before they were stripped away from them. "Might I be as impertinent to ask what your talent was?" She questioned curiously.

[kind_of_a_nerd]

"Oh, um... hi!" He smiled when he saw her, rubbing the back of his neck at her question. It was still kind of awkward for him.

"Well, um...I wouldn't say it's a talent, really?"

Nikola

[ps_you_look_hot]

Nikola is not the most social of creatures, but he is certainly curious to see who else has found something missing since arriving here (and perhaps to discover some way to have those things returned).

He finds himself a glass of wine and circulates the room, scoping out the competition.

[hasacondition]

He's making his own lap around the party, intent on just glancing around and calling it a day. He probably should have expected some of the more interesting tributes to be there, given the theme of the shindig, but that didn't stop him from taking an extra second to look over his shoulder-- jesus, that had to be about six feet tall--

which gives him just enough "not looking when walking" time to bump into someone.

"Oh, shit, sorry," he mutters quickly, trying to catch his glass before it sloshed out everywhere.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda's heels were beginning to hurt the balls of her feet but she was determined to carry on and persevere never the less. Such were the trials and tribulations of being a woman.

"Mister Nikola." She greeted the man, appearing at his side with uncanny grace despite her aching feet. "I do not believe we have been previously introduced. I am Glinda." She offered him a curtsey.

[hasacondition]

He tried to show up a little later to best avoid the spotlight, just planning on grabbing some food and glancing around the room real fast. He's fine without his 'talent;' it's the one thing he's grateful for here, that no matter how bad things get, at least the city will stay standing.

The arena was a different story, but it was baby steps.

He smiled awkwardly to an avox as he grabbed a drink, free hand stuffed in his pocket. In a lot of ways, it felt like shmoozing for research funds, up to and including wondering why someone thought his presence was a good idea. He sipped rather than speak, wandering around the party with his head down as his normal crowd instincts take over and he tries to just blend in unnoticed, just planning on taking a lap and slipping out the door again.

He laughed quietly to himself before drowning it in a deep swig of his drink-- he didn't know why he thought coming here would be a good idea, it was just making him feel worse.

[itwasrhetorical]

"Doctor Banner, I believe." A polite voice interjected. The minute blonde witch smiled at him politely. She believed that he was one of Captain Rogers' friends, she'd certainly watched him allying with him in the arena and that was something of interest to her.

"I do not believe we've been graced with the pleasure of meeting prior to this time." She commented, dipping into a curtsey. "Allow me to make amends, I am Lady Glinda Arduenna Upland of the Upper Uplands. It is so pleascational to make your meeting."

[carnagecarnival]

There had been something odd about seeing something quite so pink. The wrong pink sure, but still pink. It was as frivolous as it demanded immediate attention. He hadn't been sure how much of the invitation should've been taken at face value but he was sure either way he'd be facing a party more sea-dweller-esque in style than anything else. He longed for a brief moment to see again a gathering of the subjugglators, the color and stardust, blood and song, performance and executions, and all the howling laughter of the mirthful mixing with cries of the faithless-- but he would see none of that here, he knew.

He would attend regardless. There was always something to be said for knowing one's enemy, and being able to pinpoint who could be a threat- and how much of one- had worth to it. Which is the reasoning the Initiate gives to the Helmsman to drag him along with him, because why should the Initiate bear through it alone when he could bring another suffering fuck of a soul along for the show and/or lack of?

Once he arrives, the Helmsman in tow, he attempts not to be disappointed by the ever present lack of wicked elixir being served, and fails. He acquaints himself with yet another substitute for the drink and surveys those around, taking note of the faces here for future reference.

[itwasrhetorical]

"Mister Initiate Fraysong." Having questioned her escort thoroughly and for a good hour before the party had begun the witch found herself no more enlightened as to the nature of just what exactly 'trolls' were. But the odd colour of their skin reminded her of a certain witch and the horns upon their head were almost unsettling in their obviousness. Almost crude and Animalistic - Animal rather than animal thank you very much - in the way they were so very well flaunted.

"I do hope I have gotten your name right, it seems to be a topic of much debate among the staff." She commented. "Please do tell me if I am incorrect in my address."

[president_evil]

Even if he'd felt the need for food and drink, Wesker would have had no desire to spend his afternoon at an over grown tea party, but he did have a great deal of interest in his fellow, special, guests of the Capitol.

He'd seen many of them in action, of course, in the endless, cycling, feed of the games, but he could hardly pass up an opportunity to observe them in person, to hear them describe themselves in their own words.

He lingered at the edge the crowd, presumably studying a painting hanging from the wall whilst actually eavesdropping silently on the knot of conversations happening around him.

[itwasrhetorical]

The appearance of the most recent Victor did not go amiss with Glinda. She made beeline for him once she conferred with her escort that he was in fact the man that she had thought he was and goodness dear wasn't he surprisingly handsome looking.

"Mister Wesker." All shiny white teeth and bouncing blonde curls, she offered him a low curtsey. Even though they might well have been a good far way away from their respective nations there was no reason to treat fellow leaders with nothing less than the greatest of respect. "Or shall I refer to you as President Wesker? I really must congradulgate you on your wonderful victory." She found the whole business distasteful but it did well to flatter.

[grandmas_gurl]

Ruby needed some time outside. The party was a way of getting it - fresh air, maybe some nice food... a chance to pretend like she isn't trapped. A chance to do something other than worry over snow, too. She hated to admit it, but she did need that.

So there she was. Looking at all the other super powered people. But the only thing she could think of is whether any of them had a way of getting their magic back. Because she very much wanted it, right then...

Fashionably late.

[mannersmatter]

Effie approved greatly of this woman's mannerism. She had a grace when she spoke, and held herself high.

And the idea of this sort of connection between the Tributes...it was inspired. Even though she was far from the target audience, Effie took a seat in the back to listen to what the other woman had to say.

She had found a kindred spirit and waited patiently for a moment to catch a word with her.

No such thing!

[itwasrhetorical]

The Witch made her rounds, seeing that she had spoke at least to every tribute in the room before she moved onto the Captiolians and past victors who'd turned up to supervise.

"Miss Trinket. I am so very glad that you took my invitation to come." Glinda curtseyed as politely as could be. One had to be a little more careful with the native inhabitants but ultimately, they weren't that different to people from the Emerald City. "And might I be as bold as to say, your outfit is simply splendid."