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.]

Comments

[doesnotsew]

"Killing them does the job just as well, and makes sure of it," she counters with a smirk of her own.

[teethofneedles]

"They don't squirm as much if you kill 'em quick, though," Karis retorts with a cackle, "Sure, it makes sure of it, but you gotta... I dunno, at least take the time to enjoy it, right?"

[doesnotsew]

"If it's squirming you want, hold them underwater," she says easily-- it's her people's method of choice, after all, for traitors and saviors both. An unpleasant way to die, but there are far worse. "They'll buck all you want, and you won't end up with them slipping something into your food as they're serving it to you."

[teethofneedles]

Well, Asha certainly knows how to get a girl's attention. Karis eyes her for a moment and then her lips spread in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. "Oh, I like the way you think. I'm gonna have to remember that for later. Not that I worry much about poison, but... fun idea."

[doesnotsew]

"No, I'd bet you wouldn't," she says, giving her a look back. Another one that looked like a dead body moving around again-- who knew she could look for them here instead of heading up to that giant hunk of ice Stannis's army never shut up about? "Tell me, would you have much to worry about with drowning, too, or would you just get bloated?"

[teethofneedles]

Karis actually chuckles at that one. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug, still strolling along, seeming completely unhurried, despite the relative amount of controlled chaos.

"Probably just bloat. Don't needa breath, really. Advantage of being dead. Well... undead, anyway."

[doesnotsew]

She's fine with the chaos as well, though she does seem to be shuffling along in at least the general direction of where they need to go, if only because she doesn't care enough to rebel against it.

"You lasted long enough, didn't you?" she asks, thinking back to the glimpses she had seen in the screens. "Being dead once already is certainly an advantage."

[teethofneedles]

"Guess so. Means I don't have to eat or sleep. Handy enough..." She reaches up to pick at her teeth with a claw as she considers.

"Guess I'm a bit tougher then your average meat sack, too."

[doesnotsew]

"Lucky you. When I died I only woke up here good as new," she says, slightly sarcastic but ultimately curious.

[teethofneedles]

"Well, I had to die back home first, then get reanimated into a zombie army, blah, blah, long story short, it's a long, involved process that ain't all its cracked up to be," Karis waves a hand dismissively.

"Doubt you're gonna repeat it here."

[doesnotsew]

She recognizes, briefly, the word 'zombie' from the other dead thing's mouth, too. Apparently this was common enough for its own word. "Ah, how unfortunate. I've managed to stay alive back home, and not for want of trying." Or other people trying, but that wasn't relevant. "I think I prefer my skin the way it is."

[teethofneedles]

Karis lets her gaze drift over the crowd and then snaps her head back around so she can stare at Asha as she replies, "Well, that's the thing, isn't it? Hell on the complexion! Not to mention just about every other bodily function you might enjoy or wanna keep around."

[doesnotsew]

"Aye, that's clear enough," she agrees, and then the question comes to her. "Can you fuck like that?" Important questions at important times.

[teethofneedles]

That's clearly the most important question that Karis is going to get all night. Good thing she's not drinking anything right now or she might spit-take. Honestly, that's the first time someone's asked her that - usually she's the one doing the shock-jock routine. She gives Asha a look and then she starts laughing, one hand over her face as she tries to hold it all in.

"Can I fuck - shit, I don't know, I've never tried - probably could, but I doubt I'd feel a damn thing! And who'd wanna fuck a corpse anyway?"

Karis thinks she likes Asha. She finally pauses with a low, amused sigh.

"'sides, most people I flirt with don't want my attention. Which is the point, but..." She spreads her lips in a wide, toothy grin.

[doesnotsew]

She'd be lying if she says she had never thought of the shock value of the question, but she truly is curious, too. After all, if I'm considering this 'zombie' solution, I have to know all the basics.

"Pity. Though, you'd be surprised..." There were jokes and rumors, of course, especially of the other side in the war; she's not naive enough to think that's all they were, either.

She grins, raising her eyebrows in sarcasm. "A pretty thing like you? I'm surprised. The men should be courting nonstop, especially with no chance of getting a child off of you."

[teethofneedles]

"Pretty? Me? Yeah, when these guys cake enough makeup on me to make me feel like a walkin' beauty parlor," Karis retorts with a laugh. She can play along.

"I wouldn't have a use for 'em anyway," Karis sniffs in mock haughtiness and brushes some invisible dust off of one shoulder. "They're all idiots, anyway."

[doesnotsew]

She doesn't know some of the words, but she gets the sentiment enough given their conversation. "That's so, but no different for any man anywhere. At least here you can kill them without incident."

[teethofneedles]

Karis pulls a face, "Yeah, but I wouldn't wanna sleep with 'em, anyway. Blech. Besides, I still don't know a breather who'd ever wanna jump in bed with a corpse."

[doesnotsew]

"What about with other corpses?" she asks, legitimate curiosity mixed in. "I'm sure you've seen the other one here."

[teethofneedles]

"Who, R? Whoa, he's a good kid, but he's not exactly lover material-"

Whoa, that got personal pretty quick. Karis rolls her shoulders and laughs, "Lemme level with you: I didn't have much use for men when I was alive and I don't know, you follow me? More interested in the so-called fairer sex and all that."

[doesnotsew]

Asha's not exactly polite, and has enough frustrations with regards to who she likes compared to who she's forced to be with to be particularly nosy about other people. But still she laughs, and holds her hands out in as close to a stab at an apology as she'd make.

"Just curious, I swear! Though that would change things."

[teethofneedles]

"It's kinda flattering, actually. Most people aren't that interested in hearing about me," Karis waves one hand as they drift with the tide of people making their way out, "Partially my fault, you know - I like freakin' people out, so I probably drive more people away then I lure in. Then again, I don't meet many breathers that I do like, so what do I care what people think of me?"

She pauses and cocks her head with a curious, side-long glance, "It does change the equation a bit, doesn't it?"

There's some curiosity in her tone, too. What do you mean, Asha?

[doesnotsew]

"As for me, there's few enough women that let me talk this much," she says-- though that's mostly due to not having many to talk to at all, between the Ironborn and Stannis's army being more interested in burning her than chatting.

"It makes men truly useless instead of only almost."

[teethofneedles]

"Well... they make good meatshields," Karis grins widely, showing off some pointy teeth, and then thrusts a cold, bony hand out for a shake.

"M'Karis, by the by. Karis Needleteeth."

[doesnotsew]

She laughs, full and loud, and takes the hand that's offered with a good hint of curiosity as to what it'd feel like.

"Asha, of House Greyjoy."