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Party Time! (Oblivious Valeria is Oblivious): Open

WHO| Open to anyone who can find the place
WHAT| Val is rejoining society
WHEN| Sometime in the fourth week of the Games (a bit before the acid rain begins)
WHERE| The roof of the building where her workshop is located, in the Stylist part of town?
WARNING/NOTES| Party post, tag as you like!

[The video turns on, showing an old-fashioned vanity and a thick curtain with electrical lights flashing in a fetching pattern wired through as a backdrop. Valeria is sitting at the vanity, artfully posed. She smiles at the camera and waves when she realizes it’s on.]

Hello, my darlings!

[She blows a kiss]

As I’m sure you’ve realized, this is Valeria Rushlit, Stylist for District 3 and absolutely smashing party host. Which is the reason that I’m making this post!

I have been absolutely swamped working on, oh, this and that, and I just know you have all missed my sparkling presence. This must be rectified!

I could, of course, simply drop in on one of the many wonderful get-togethers popping up to share in the fun of the Games. But why should you do all the work? It’s only fair that if I’ve been depriving you of my lovely self I should be the one to fix it! And fix I shall, my darling dears.

Tonight if you show up on the rooftop of the building where I keep my workshop—[She leans in, winking at the camera and speaking in a loud whisper.] and if you’re a friend or a fan you’ll know exactly where that is, and who else would I want at my party?—you’ll find yourself at the party to be at this evening. The party that’s all. About. Me!

[She throws her hands in glee, smiling wide, and the camera switches off in response to a preprogrammed cue.]

Valeria looked over the room with a satisfied smile. She'd definitely been working too hard, been too focused on showing up Cinna and the rest of the Stylists when these Games ended. She'd been so cooped up in her workshop she'd failed to keep up with even the barest minimum of Games activity, though since she would have been alerted had any of her own Tributes been kicked out of the Arena she didn't berate herself too much for this.

No, what was far more important was how much she had missed in the Capitol. For the Citizens she was used to this was a downright subdued crowd, though this might be less due to some event Valeria had missed and more because the Games had become stagnant of late, she judged, glancing at one of the many screens posted around the rooftop.

This was a genuine Rushlit bash, as anyone could guess from her favorite decoration, a fountain that shot off miniature fireworks at random intervals. Everything else had more of an electrical theme, in deference to her position and ongoing Games, which was also the reason she'd included the screens. Subdued was never a word to be applied to a Rushlit party. Valeria straightened her pink and white party dress, adjusted her hair, teased into a tower over a foot tall, and prepared to mingle her ass off. Truly there was no person better suited to spreading joy than Valeria Rushlit.

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Finnick arrived looking sharp and dashing as usual in a sleek black suit with blue highlights. There is a charming grin set on his face as he nods to everyone he passes, making a b-line to snatch a drink and start socializing. He knew of Valeria through years of being a victor and seeing her work worn by District 3 tributes. He respected her, as he did all the stylists who worked ridiculous hours to dress the tributes and victors in a cutthroat city as the Capitol. Contrary to the beliefs in the districts, it was no walk in the park-job.

Sipping his bright red drink he eyes the crowd. He was told there would be potential "clients" at this party and to keep his eyes peeled for opportunities that higher up Capitol citizens might approach him. Of course there was to be an expected mingling for sponsors for his surviving tributes in the arena.

Valeria continued with her mingling mission, still hoping to liven up the place after her brief detour to dig up dirt on the competition. And who should catch her eye but a Victor she recognized, though she tended to lose track of tributes and Victors she didn't personally work with. Finnick however she knew as a fellow serial socializer and she approached him with a wide, genuine grin. "Mr. Odair, my absolute favorite seafarer," she exclaimed, not entirely sure if that was the proper terminology and not really caring if it wasn't.

Finnick welcomed Valeria's approach with a grin his sea-foam green eyes locked onto hers, "How do I know you're not just saying that?" he teased with a wink. "And that you don't tell all the tributes and victors from Four."

He didn't hide his eyes that looked her up and down, checking out her outfit that she no doubt designed herself, "Looking beautiful, as always." He spoke so casually you'd swear they were old friends.

"I'd never admit to it," Valeria declared, her smile only widening. "Wild dogs couldn't tear it from me, or however that goes." She preened under his gaze, equally flattered if he was checking out her outfit or her body. "It is part of the job description," she said without even an attempt at her comment with any sort of false modesty. Valeria responded to Finnick with a tone in kind. Everyone was an old friend of Valeria as far as she was concerned, even if they didn't know it. Or agree. "Should I be complimenting your Stylist or just your fabulous self for your lovely look tonight, hm?"

Her attempt at phrases made him chuckle again, amused at how clear it was that she was definitely from the Capitol. "Then you do your job well, I might add." Finnick sips his red drink allowing his gaze to still watch her over the rim of his glass.

With one hand in his pant pocket, Finnick leaned closer now as he spoke, his eyes now locking onto hers. "A little of both," He muses. "I have years of visiting the Capitol to have adopted a style that seems to be up to par with that of the beautiful and talented." Quite a true statement that he isn't afraid to make.

"So I imagine you must be busy with this fast flow of new tributes." He gauges her opinion of the new style of Games the Capitol had recently adopted.

Valeria leaned forward with Finnick, clearly comfortable with foregoing personal space if he was. Though even as his compliments had her beaming she seized on a chance to complain about her job, like any worker personally victimized by the upper floors.

"Oh you have no idea, sweetheart, absolutely none. Your Stylist is probably climbing the walls when you can't see, trust me. All this rush rush rush, it's awful. Inspiring, of course, I've always worked well under pressure, but, well, not everybody is so gifted, you know."

Finnick grinned and chuckled, Valeria did seem like the type to work well under pressure and he wouldn't deny that, "No, not everyone is so gifted with the natural gift you have."

Finnick Odair was already know as a playboy in the Capitol, but very few knew that he was always in the market for secrets and he knew all too well that anyone would be a good source for those. "So, Ms Rushlit, are you seeing anyone special these days? I know business has been busy and booming, but I'm sure you make time for someone in your hectic days."

Valeria laughed outright at this. "Seeing as in regularly?" she clarified, amused. "Only the dress forms in my workshop and they are not terribly responsive nor do they pull off my works quite as well as my Tributes. Which isn't to say that I don't do my best to make time for the occasional 'someone', of course."

Finnick couldn't help but laugh with her as if her laugh was contagious. "Well different strokes for different folks." he jested about the dress forms.

"Of course," His eyes still watched hers with a unique interest. A flirtly and sly smile playing on his lips as he did. "Well we all get a little lonely, even in all of this...chaos."

Valeria raised an eyebrow, unable to resist responding to his flirty smile with one of her own. "Mr. Odair," she said, leaning forward slightly. "Are you intimating that you're lonely? You? Who on earth would ever allow you to feel lonely?"

Finnick smirked as she leaned in and questioned him, "Well you do know that I am never one to keep a single lover for long." or as the rumors stated he never once returned to those who had paid him for his time. "And even busy people like us get lonely. Or at least find ourselves in cold beds from time to time. Its a shame really." He grinned as he sipped his drink once more to cut off his sentence.

"This conversation is taking a sad turn, Mr. Odair," said Valeria playfully. "Is there anything more tragic than a cold bed? Shame just isn't the word for it."

Of course Valeria would never view something like the Games to be 'tragic' like lacking a sexual partner. However he still playfully pout to her as his eyes continued to tease her, "Not that I can think of." He winked to her. "Well you know I would never let such a thing happen to you," he speaks over the brim of his glass once more. "You've got my number." Or rather the number of the people who would fetch him for any Capitol citizen had they the need for him.

Valeria thought for a moment. "Do I?" she asked, trying to remember if she had taken his number before at some point and forgotten about, which was a distinct possibility.

Valeria was mostly oblivious to the bidding tradition behind the scenes, mostly because she never put that much effort into finding a bedmate. If she found a willing partner, fine, if not, there's always another party to go to or some work to be done in the shop. "Well, I am sorry, but if I did it's slipped my mind." She shrugged carelessly and scooted closer. "If you'll trust me to remember it this time, I'd love to hear it. Just in case I need...rescuing."

"You do now." Like a magic trick he pulled out a card and offered it between two fingers. It was one that President Snow had given him to well, promote himself. "Maybe sometime I can model something for you." he grinned flirtatiously to her. "Or rescue you from a cold bed." It would seem she was either playing dumb or didn't know of how Finnick worked. All the better- it was women like her that had some interesting gossip up their sleeves.

Valeria took the card and slipped it down the front of her dress with practiced ease. "So I do. I am always looking for new models--and new rescuers." She winked flirtatiously, but, viewing the conversation as over, her attention was already wandering. "And speaking of rescuing, I simply must be off and continue rescuing my party from dreadful dullness. Enjoy the rest of the night, my darling."

Finnick smiles and nodded, "You do the same, lovely." The idea that any party in the Capitol could get dull was funnier than dreadful. All the same he left her then and began to wander for others to mingle with this make this party go by faster.

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