[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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[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."

[hasacondition]

"Ah, yes," he said, hand leaving his pocket to reach out for hers in a habit developed by years of scientific shindigs; he realized a second later that she was not going for the handshake, and his hand froze before balling up and stuffing back into his pocket as if he could hide the awkwardness. "The host, right? It's a nice idea, nice to... see other people without having to worry about an ax to the head, right?"

He laughed slightly awkwardly, ducking his head and knuckling the side of his nose before trying to turn it into a brief nod of a bow back.

[itwasrhetorical]

If Glinda was surprised by the violent imagery she certainly covered it well with a polite - if not slightly nervous - laugh and a smile. The worst of any situation could be willed away with a smile. Excluding the Arenas that was.

"Yes, I am the host. And I had hoped to keep axes to the head at a minimum, to be honest." She agreed. "It would give me such a frightful reputation as a poor host and I would simply die of shame."

[hasacondition]

That was stupid, he could hear it in the laugh-- he winced slightly at himself, then tried his best to look like the opposite of a crazy person. "Well, you're looking like a good enough host to me. It's... calm enough for my tastes." Which was the most polite way he could think to say 'subdued,' or maybe 'not full of the people who kidnapped them and forced them to fight in gladiator games.'

[itwasrhetorical]

"Calm is what I was aiming to provide." Glinda smiled a little more truthfully this time. "Sometimes it seems that none of us associate out of our districts short of at Capitol hosted parties." And if nobody else would step up and do it then Glinda would.

[hasacondition]

He smiled politely, because he couldn't really agree with that-- if only because he was lucky ('lucky') enough to know so many people here from back home. Truthfully, he didn't pay much attention to the districts beyond which one held which superhero-and-associates, but he could appreciate the sentiment.

"You'd think we'd have a lot more to discuss with each other, but..." and he shrugged, because as far as he could tell, sorting them into different groups was at least limiting some communication, if not turning them against each other like what might've been intended. "Maybe you can change all that, right?"

[itwasrhetorical]

"I can hope so."

Glinda bit at the inside of her cheek in apparent thought for a moment before snapping herself out of it and smiling at him instead. Dangerous thoughts were appearing in her head and without Elphaba here to help her they were near impossible. "So, Doctor Banner, what can you do?" She questioned.

[hasacondition]

He knew this would come eventually, especially at a party like this. He knew what the question was meant to imply, of course, but he just smiled (it wasn't her fault, why would she know?) and said easily, "Oh, I'm in particle physics." And then, because he felt bad not giving her a real answer, he added on a "Gamma radiation."

[itwasrhetorical]

The witch blinked and continued to smile pleasantly at him. She hadn't a clue what those words meant. If only Elphaba were here. Everything would be so much simpler. "That sounds...illustrious and ever so complicated." She politely commented, feeling frightfully uneducated. "How exactly does a gamma radiation work?" She asked curiously.