[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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[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?

[the_marshal]

"Miss Glinda."

The hat was swept off politely as his head bobbed in greeting. The smile was small, uncertain, but genuine.

"I was a might surprised to receive it, I'll admit." He gestured lightly to the tributes gathered around the room, hat waving gently. "I ain't nothing but a man, nothing near as special as all'a these folks."

That the invitation had come from Glinda, whom he thought fondly of, was really the only reason why'd he'd come. Whatever his escort had tried to sell him, if it hadn't come from a friend, he wouldn't have bothered.

[itwasrhetorical]

The witch glanced over her shoulder for a moment, taking in the sight of the other tributes who'd attenuated, there was certainly a fair number of them.

"Special is the topical word it would seem." She commented. "I do hope that it wasn't impertiful of my requesting your presence but I wished for somebody to be in attendance that I could trust to be good company." And Mister Wyatt had never been anything other than a charming gent before.

[the_marshal]

His mouth opened, and closed, the brim of his hat rubbing against his palm.

"That's a mighty kind thing for ya to say, Miss Glinda." His head ducked sheepishly, a curl of coffee colored hair (he hadn't cut it since coming back) falling across his forehead. "Now I wish I hadn't spent my time over here all unsocial like. I hope ya won't think to much less'ah me."

It was half'a joke, half'a real concern. He knew he hadn't been much himself lately. That hiding and avoiding had become a regular part of his day... and with Glinda smiling at him, so easy and friendly, regret - shame - was a hot poker in his gut.

[itwasrhetorical]

"How could I think any less of you, Mister Wyatt?" She waved off with a flick of her hand. With such heavy thoughts of the next arena it was a wonder to Glinda that more tributes didn't sulk in corners. Especially gentlemen like Mister Wyatt who always seemed to do well but never win.

"Men are more prone to unsocicated sulks than woman. My ex-fiancé was quite the same. He sulked all the way through our engagement party are refused to have anything to do with the celebrations, the dour thing. I suppose it is merely in the nature of Man to think more deeply than Woman." She commented, not seeming offended at the least that he'd chosen to stand in the corner than enjoy her party.

"Perhaps I should have been a little more considerate when inviting you. I just get a little bit carried away sometimes. My apologies, Mister Wyatt." She gracefully resolved.

[the_marshal]

"Oh, that's not - I didn't..."

Wyatt could stare down the barrel of a pistol without batting an eye, could tangle with wild beasts and men alike without hesitation, but there was something about a pretty lady that made him sweat like nothing else.

Fingers working the brim of his hat, a dull ruddy color creeping up his neck, he tried to explain himself.

"What I mean to say, Miss Glinda, I don't mind that ya thought of me. I jus'... wasn't sure my escort wasn't tellin' me a fib sayin' I'd been invited."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda merely kept on smiling at him. It was honestly a little endearing that he seemed so discomforted at thinking he had upset her.

"Oh honestly, Mister Wyatt, do calm down." She teased with a little smile. Yes, Glinda could flirt with the best of them sometimes and occasionally there was nothing more fun than winding up men. "You were most certainly invited, though next time I shall take the liberty of asking you myself so that you might be certain your escort isn't telling half truths." She pulled her silk fan from her wrist and flicked it open and fanned him.

"You're going rather pink. Too much sulking and not enough socialising, I think." She continued, cheeks dimpling with her smile as she continued to fan air into his face.

[the_marshal]

"That-" eyes narrowing against the sudden breeze, dark hair ruffling, he nodded, head ducking sheepishly, "-that would be mighty fine. I'd appreciate it."

Flashing a self-depreciating smile, he promised, "And next time I'll be sure to see about some practice before hand."

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda gave him a smile and closed her fan once again. After all, no properly brought up Gillikinese woman went about her business of socialising without a nice silk fan.

"Much better. A smile is always better than a frown, Mister Wyatt. Even when we do not feel like smiling."