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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-06-16 11:41 pm

The Crowning of Albert Wesker

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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[personal profile] teethofneedles 2013-06-17 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
This is actually pretty damn familiar, all things considered. Dragon heads, obsidian and iron chairs - this is what it was like back home. And that actually stings a little, even for someone who prides herself on not being affected by this bullshit. Tonight she's been coaxed, cajoled and finally berated into wearing something fancy. It's not a gown for once (and she's quietly pleased at that). She's been prettied up enough with makeup that you almost couldn't tell she was dead at first glance - the long sleeves and trousers help with that. She curls in her chair, nursing a glass of wine as she watches the interplay. She can't help but shoot the occasional glare at the head of the table - she came close to being there herself.

And she hates losing.
cowardfacinghappiness: Momoko looking disbelieving. (Default)

[personal profile] cowardfacinghappiness 2013-06-24 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Momoko can't help comparing this party to her own, and it's bad enough that it, obviously, pales in comparison but whenever she thinks of her Crowning, now, she thinks of Draco and how it's impossible to pretend he's coming back, not after so long. So she turns away from the dancing and the food, to the tribute next to her. Momoko hadn't given her a second glance when they were seated, but she wanted a distraction, at least until she could sneak back to her rooms, and a conversation would do in a pinch.

"Are you a Mentor or one of the ones who lost?"

Not that it had to be a pleasant conversation.