[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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[president_evil]

"Who would have guessed we would find ourselves with so much in common." A gentle tilt of the head, his voice a smooth, considering purr. "Though I must admit I am still rather uncertain as to where this 'Oz' of yours is."

The idea that this was all a simulation created by Umbrella was a familiar chestnut he still pulled out from time to time, but the longer he was here, the less sense it made.

(Where would they have gotten the power, the space, for a test so large? And what would the point be? What was to be gained in trying to make him believe he was fighting in a televised death match, and, more importantly, why let him win?)

"Another planet, perhaps?"

That's what his former district-mate - the disappointing Mr. Riddick - had told him, and once the most likely explanation had been exhausted, perhaps it was time to start believing.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda offered a beguiling smile.

"We are a landlocked nation, surrounded by the Kingdoms of Ix, Ev, Loland, Highland, Mifkets and many more. Though we are surrounded by the impassable desert." She told him, reciting as if she were a schoolgirl once more. "Oz is a relative oasis in the middle of the desert."

"I am afraid I do not know what a planet is however." She told him, not even having the courtesy to look embarrassed about it.

[president_evil]

"A planet is an astronomical mass which orbits a star, substantial enough to be rounded by its own gravity, but not so large as to cause theromnuclear fusion," he replied easily, with the bland, slightly sing-song tone of someone quoting from memory. "'Earth' is the planet we are currently on."

White teeth flashed. "But even without the definition, I would say you answered my question fair enough."

If she was from his Earth, he was Redfield's Captain.

[itwasrhetorical]

Glinda smiled politely throughout his explanation although for the most part she had no idea of what his words meant. Theromnuclear fusion was a word that Elphaba probably would have known. She hadn't the foggiest.

"How knowledgeable you are, Mister Wesker." She complimented. "I did not know we were anywhere beside the nation of Panem. I feel so gladdened to have been enlightened." Not particularly but it seemed polite to say so.

"I do hope the Capitol has been good to you since your win?" The witch asked curiously.

[president_evil]

"As they say, knowledge is power."

Wesker had enough experience - both as giver and receiver - to recognize hollow flattery when he heard it, but he gave her points for the attempt.

(For a moment, as he looked at her, could see Isaacs and Birkin. Her winning smile super-imposed over theirs. It was at once amusing and disturbing.)

"As well as one could hope," he mused in response to her question, blond hair shining white under the lights. "I'm rather looking forward to passing on my - expertise."

[itwasrhetorical]

"Of course, how remiss, I had forgotten that victor goes onto mentor his district tributes. How fortunate they must be." Glinda's own district, nine, never seemed to have many victors. Short of Eva, but she was a little intimidating. "Do you have any bright sparks that I should be keeping my eye on in the arena?" She asked.

[president_evil]

"Now, now," he purred, mouth pulling into a smirk. "I can't be giving away the advantage, that would be unsporting."

[itwasrhetorical]

"I don't know about unsporting." Glinda smiled coquettishly. "Call it blonde ambition if you must call it something."