Party Time! (Oblivious Valeria is Oblivious): Open

[electriccandlelight]

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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[electriccandlelight]

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?"

[knottherapy]

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.

[electriccandlelight]

"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."

[knottherapy]

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.

[electriccandlelight]

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."

[knottherapy]

"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.

[electriccandlelight]

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."

[knottherapy]

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.