The Crowning of Albert Wesker

[gamemakers]

Who| Everyone in the Capitol.
What| The Crowning Ceremony
Where| The Victor's Complex
When| Day of the Crowning
Warnings/Notes| None yet.

The theme of the ceremony is clearly black and red. A crimson carpet stretches out across the room. The long table for feasting seems to be made of a single slab of dark obsidian, something that couldn't possibly be found in this size naturally. The chairs are wrought iron with red cushions, and embers burn under personal barbecues at each seat. Red wine, red juice, slabs of red meat to be cooked (or eaten raw) - the details are all perfected. Even some of the Avoxes have received black tattoos for the occasion, the number '11' permanently marking under their eyes like grotesque twin tears.

For a crowning, the ceremony is rather intimate. Only a handful of guests have been invited: the usual Capitol VIPs, the Mentors of each District, and a few of the stars of the last few Games. Karis Needleteeth, Aunamee, Dr. Alastor Grey, Alpha, Lindsey McDonald and Hyperion Crius each have a seat at the table. A few Peacekeepers sit off to the side, sipping wine. A few of the Mentors are conspicuously missing.

And Wesker's throne sits at the head of the table; it's made of the head of the dragon that destroyed so much of Disneyland and slaughtered so many Tributes. The head has been dried, the tongue replaced with a plush velvet seat and back the color of blood. The eyes have been replaced with glass that stares at each side of the room. The fangs, however, remain intact.

Downstairs, the rest of the Tributes and their Escorts and Stylists can partake in a more Disney-themed affair. Everything is still sleek, and tends to veer more towards Maleficent and Jafar then Cinderella and Ariel, but the punch bowl is Mickey Mouse-shaped. There's a dance floor, and a string quartet, and all sorts of lavish foods on tables with red cloth. It's a night for mingling, at least.

[OOC Note: Part one of this is going up tonight in the first two subthreads. Part two will be edited into the last two subthreads tomorrow evening; you'll see why. Go forth and mingle! Tributes from downstairs can go say hello to the Victor, although they won't get long before the Peacekeepers escort them back down.]

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DOWNSTAIRS

[gamemakers]

[Open to everyone else! Post your own subthreads here.]

DOWNSTAIRS: Eliot

[retrieverchef]

Eliot was actually able to enjoy this party for a change. He still had to keep his mask up for the Escorts and such but there were no clients around. He could relax a little more than usual and there was little fear of wandering hands. He picked up a glass of punch with a brief smile for the Avox at the table and meandered toward the dance floor.

DOWNSTAIRS: KARKAT (OTA)

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat's stylist has stuffed him in an elaborate suit of armor, although the the actual armor itself is pretty fucking ornamental and largely useless for battle. Hopefully Karkat won't have to worry too much about that. Because yeah, it's big victory party like you see on tv but it's a human party and those are probably safer than troll parties, all things considered.

No one seems to have gotten culled yet, so that's something anyway.

[Note: Karkat's outfit doesn't have the blood symbol on the front, but otherwise it's pretty much what you see in the picture.]

DOWNSTAIRS: Shepard [open to all]

[earthborn]

Sweet Drell jesus did Shepard hate parties. There had never once, in her experience, been a cause for wearing heels that did not inevitably devolve into shots fired. Sometimes there were even gunships.

Although, right about now, she wouldn't mind it so much; it'd an interesting opportunity, if nothing else. What she was doing now might be charitably considered mingling, and she does have a glass of the punch in her hand. Well, it's mostly punch; there's certainly a punch component. Listen, have you ever seen Shepard drink? This is nothing.

And the dance floor is getting a wide berth. You're welcome.

Re: DOWNSTAIRS

[riptheseams]

Calico is, of course here, and ready to mingle. She looks fabulous in her body sculpting dress that she has had one of the stylists sew her into - who strangely enough had smiled the whole time they were sewing. Funny - they were usually cross when she wore her own dresses. Ah well.

She wandered through the ballroom, peering through the black spikes of her metal head piece, looking for friends and her tributes... Jack. And anyone else who was stood still long enough for her to have a natter to.

There was just one draw back to her dress - which Calico realised fairly soon into the party. With her sleeves turning into gloves and her being sewn into the thing - how was she supposed to use the restroom? Nice going, Cal. No wonder the bloody stylists had smirked.

DOWNSTAIRS: Stephanie

[blondevigilante]

Stephanie was fairly certain that at some point in the evening she was going to break her ankle because of the odd design of her shoes. Or come tomorrow morning she would be bald because of the tight braids. Still, she had to give her stylists credit for taking advantage of the evening's theme. There was suppose to be some form of watery symbolism with how the feathers on the dress flowed, but damned if she could actually remember what it was.

With careful steps she made her way into the party smiling at the Citizens who wanted a quick holo-image or to ask about Tim. An Avox handed her a glass of something blood red and bubbling as she reminded herself not to acknowledge the poor boy. Her stomach was twisting and her scalp hurt but she played the part of glamorous Tribute to the delight of the Capitol.

DOWNSTAIRS: Psiioniic (OTA)

[xanthous]

He's not happy. Between the outfit he was shoved into (is it punishment for refusing to wear red?), and the people everywhere, and all of the food that he's certain is going to make him feel ill, he's miserable.

He lurks by the punch bowl, staring at the deep red liquid curiously. It's a curious color, and he doesn't understand why it's such a dramatic color for humans. He grumbles under his breath, picking up a glass, turning it in his hands, and then putting it back down before picking it up and fiddling with it again. He's so bored.

Downstairs

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley was pouting despite the ballroom being decorated in ways that made her secretly giddy.

Even if her stylists had agreed to let her dress in Red and black
, and wear her jesters hat and make up she still wasn't having as much fun as she had hoped.

"The probably knew I was gonna throw something at him, the big jerk."

Still, foul moods were hard to keep when it was a regular villain themed celebration of life.

With a cheer of glee she took a glass of punch and slugged it down in one shot letting out a sigh and wiping her lips delicately on a napkin.

"Forget that stiff!" She cheered. "When I win we're gonna have a party that's WAY better then this one. And he's not invited!"

DOWNSTAIRS | The Signless | OTA

[69problems]

Even after being here as long as he has, the Signless isn't quite used to being around so many people all at one time. He wanders a little awkwardly around the room (all this red, such a taboo color still in his mind when he's not the one that's wearing it, is making him uneasy), doing his very best to seem personable instead of like someone that eats people. Mostly he hovers around the food, or just on the edge of the dance floor, watching others but not participating himself.

His outfit is tailored more toward the victor than the arena; it's a sleek dark red suit with barely-there black embroidery on the jacket; a dragon very reminiscent of the one from the arena curls itself up his right arm, across his back and around his left shoulder. Its head rests where his heart would be. Attached across the back of his shoulders and down the back of both arms is a cape. It's just long enough that he's worried about the possibility of people stepping on it; the thin fabric would probably tear easily.

DOWNSTAIRS: JAY (OTA)

[amourtician]

Jay is wandering around, champagne glass in one hand, already slightly tipsy. He's wearing a suit, with trousers, which has made him incredibly uncomfortable and self-conscious. Trousers are underwear, where he comes from. No gentleman goes around showing his legs like this.

His stylist insisted, however. Jay was allowed a say in everything else -- which is why the suit looks like Lady Gaga gone Regency -- but the stylist had insisted on trousers. Jay had given in, figuring that a little bit of assimilation couldn't hurt.

He's trying to judge the mood of this little gathering and failing spectacularly.

Pruna OTA

[knifewithnoname]

Since the capitol seemed determined to portray Pruna as harmless and child friendly she was back to wearing knee length frocks. As it was she didn't actually mind it. The bow was annoying though and she kept reaching up to tug at it.

Added to the dress she had sparkly dangling earrings. One a red ball and one black. They hurt a tiny bit and made her head feel heavy. She sat at a table sampling the food happily and watching everyone else, her black sparkly shoes were discarded under the table within the first few moments of her sitting down.

DOWNSTAIRS | Blaine OTA

[mediumdrip]

Blaine wasn't really enjoying this party as much as he had enjoyed the last Crowning. At least the last one was a creepy ruining of images from his childhood.

Eventually he made his was to the music and the dance floor. At least that would help calm him down. He looked around the floor for anyone who might be willing to dance with him.

DOWNSTAIRS | Callista OTA

[morethathityou]

Callista stayed at one of the tables for now, watching the crowd around her. She looked a little contemplative at one of the displays of the Disney villain by her, as if trying to figure out exactly what it was.

DOWNSTAIRS | Cinna OTA

[setfires]

Cinna was busy inspecting a sleek statue of Maleficent. "Someone has got to tell me who thought up this headpiece," he eventually said.

Re: DOWNSTAIRS: Eponine - open

[gardienne]

Eponine was actually pretty pleased with her dress, for a change. It was princessy, and covered her properly, apart from her legs - but then, people here didn't seem to mind those on display. They were not shameful.

Anyway, she was pleased with her dress, and liked how the ruffles in her skirt glowed with a soft, red light.She didn't object when her face was painted with thick makeup She even didn't object when her hair was brushed every which way, before being smoothed back into a messy bun, and a hat, bright with tiny lights along the wisps, was fitted. She was helped into her high heels and then left to wander, half blinded by the hat. But she didn't care. This was just another thing she had to do. She fixed a smile and set forth to mingle.

OTA

[doesnotsew]

Asha's in her element, even if she's used to being feasted at the high table instead of among the rest of the hall. Her clothes are oddly cut but still far more familiar than most things she's seen, made of a material she can at least recognize-- though she's used to wearing her sigil if anything at all, not the seemingly random decoration on the front. She's spending her time mostly at the table, as the dancing isn't to her liking (for instance, none of the dancers would leave their fingers behind), shouting for the Avoxes to bring something stronger than whatever was sitting in the bowl, trying to drum up more of the ruckus she was used to when Ironborn feasted.

"Someone bring me some axes, we'll spice up this dance," she announces, pounding her hand on the table. "In honor of our victor, of course." If I ever stop playing these games, we'll have it at my feast, and I'll dance with my captors myself.

Re: DOWNSTAIRS

[wantsajetpack]

Pepper was still not too sure about the outfit she was in, though she hadn't protested when she had been put in the purple dress. It was a little shorter than she would have preferred, but not short enough to cause problems, she didn't expect to be dancing with anyone anyway. The shoes made her think some old gladiator movie, which made her giggle because really her red hair she didn't think would be too common for the look. Though the two hours it took to braid in extensions for a messy look, and the little flowers made the freckled teen smile.

Trying her best to not look like she felt out of place she scanned the room looking for anyone who was reasonably familiar. Parties like this... So out of her experience, though Pepper wouldn't back down from the challenge, let's just hope she didn't chip a nail or fall flat on her face though.

DOWNSTAIRS: Lin

[and_my_pickaxe]

Appropriate to her district - and, perhaps, also to this evening's victor - Lin wore a skintight leather dress with fancy bell-shaped jewelry, and similar bell patterns etched across a cheek like a shining gold tattoo. Wearing the ensemble as confidently as a second skin, she watched the evening progress with delight - she understood, now, that a Tribute was elevated from humiliation into glory once they became a victor. So, as she peered over the brim of her wine glass while taking a generous swig, she decided she'd win. Even if it meant being someone she wasn't, doing the worst deeds she could imagine, sucking up to men she really hated, she'd do it. She wanted to earn all of this and more for herself.

Tonight Lin would paint herself in a friendly brush. With a score of merely four, she needed allies, she knew, and there was hidden power in the faces surrounding the table. And so with her thickly darkened eyelashes, the viper bat her brown eyes across the table, smiling kindly at anyone who would meet her gaze.

DOWNSTAIRS: Primrose (OTA)

[andproper]

Prim wasn't really sure where in this big place she was allowed to go. She wasn't a tribute, or a mentor, or even technically a citizen. She was, however, tiny - and so she mostly went wherever she thought she should be, and waited until someone told her she couldn't be there.

The downstairs area seemed open to her, so far. The upstairs... she wasn't sure about. She wasn't sure she really wanted to go somewhere like that, anyway. The people down here were the ones who had done worse in the arena, after all. The ones who didn't want to kill, or weren't quite as good at it.

She was starting to give up on any idea of actually helping them, after the last party - though at least she did bring some basic medicines with her, this time - but... She still wanted to get to know them. She was living with them, after all.

Der... Chris

[big_badass_hero]

Now this... was something Chris could actually handle, they weren't hiding the dark side of this world as much as they did with the girly frills. He was dressed in a green leather jerkin a cap on, and brown leggings. Just give him a bow and call him Robin Hood, though he had a feeling Clint might complain a little he was more of an archer.

Though the rogue look still suited him, and green! Okay so he may actually be in love with the outfit for that alone, but he's determined not to make it look like he likes it, because really... Would ruin his whole image!

He's avoiding the dance floor, though does have punch, and is kind of wishing someone would spike it. This shindig could really use some action.

DOWNSTAIRS: Barbara (OTA)

[acro_bat_ic]

A tight red dress, cut apart by black squares. It was arguably the most decent thing her stylists had ever stuck her in - but it didn't make Barbara any happier to be there. At Wesker's crowning.

Hardly five minutes could pass without her glaring upstairs, where she knew the man who had killed her would be sitting. More importantly? He was the one who had killed Harley. It had been her first real exposure to death since her mother, and she wasn't handling it all that well. Even if Harley had come back to life.

Blaming Wesker helped her deal with it better, but... she knew she couldn't keep up the glaring. She needed to mingle. Maybe drink some of that bubbling red fluid and try not to compare it to blood.

DOWNSTAIRS: Ruby (OTA)

[grandmas_gurl]

Though curious about what laid upstairs, Ruby was more than happy to stay down in the crowds. She felt like she hadn't done enough to meet her fellow tribute members, yet - and it was time to fix that.

Smoothing the red dress down her body, Ruby searched the crowd for a kind or familiar face. Or else someone who might need help. Part of it was that she needed allies - but... another part, deeper down, was that Ruby was a wolf. They could seal away her powers, lock up the beast, but that didn't change her personal nature: she was a pack animal.

She wanted a pack.

Shion | OTA

[savedbyasong]

Shion was sat as far away from people as possible pretending he didn't exist. Or rather pretending he wasn't in a crowded room wearing the monstrosity that his stylist had forced him into.

He held the cloak as tightly around him as he could, not liking the fact his chest was bare. His stylist had tried her best to cover up the scar that swirled across his chest as well as his face and neck, but it was still visible through the concealer.

He hadn't touched any food and wasn't getting up to dance any time soon. His face matched the colour scheme perfectly, bright red as it was.

Ian Gallagher OTA

[wantwhatiwant]

What the hell? They were meant to honour some guy who had killed a bunch of children, before they were all sent off to fight and die themselves. This place got sicker every time he learned more about it.

Those kids that this Wesker had killed, had they sat in a feast like this honouring the victor before him. He looked around disgusted.

It didn't stop him eating though, because free food and free alcohol even better.

He seemed to have gotten off pretty lightly in the clothing department as well, black jeans and a red shirt, which would have been nicer without the black lace around the collar and sleeves but it was still nicer than anything he had worn at home.

DOWNSTAIRS: Holiday OTA

[doc_holi]

Holiday had long since stopped caring about how ridiculous she felt or that this party was tasteless or that Disney was now ruined forever for her. At this point, all she cared about were the snacks. She was just starting to get really tired of this place.

One thing did bug her, though. Holiday was surprised they weren't mingling with the Victor at his crowning and, in this place, she had to wonder what the reason for that was. Surely they wouldn't listen to any request he had made for something private.

She shrugged it off and drank her hopefully spiked punch.