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thecapitol2013-06-16 11:41 pm
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Entry tags:
- aunamee,
- cassandra marko,
- commander shepard,
- event: crowning,
- harley quinn,
- matthew "punchy" o'connor,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- wyatt earp,
- ✘ asha greyjoy,
- ✘ blaine anderson,
- ✘ callista ming,
- ✘ chris redfield,
- ✘ cinna,
- ✘ daniel dreiberg,
- ✘ donatello,
- ✘ eliot spencer,
- ✘ enjolras,
- ✘ hsiang penny jiao,
- ✘ ian gallagher,
- ✘ jay,
- ✘ john watson,
- ✘ karis needleteeth,
- ✘ karkat vantas,
- ✘ kevin prentiss,
- ✘ lin mayuzumi,
- ✘ lindsey mcdonald,
- ✘ marius pontmercy,
- ✘ maximus,
- ✘ neffa a reyeth,
- ✘ parker,
- ✘ peggy carter,
- ✘ pepper potts,
- ✘ pruna,
- ✘ r,
- ✘ sherlock holmes (au),
- ✘ sherlock holmes (bbc),
- ✘ shion,
- ✘ some ovmennet,
- ✘ stephanie brown,
- ✘ thane krios,
- ✘ timaeus nadir,
- ✘ topher brink
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.]
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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"See, here's the general problem I've noticed with you and your people. When you say things, sometimes they don't make sense. That's why it's easy for the public to demonize you," Cinna points out after a moment of just staring at the troll. He doesn't mean it as an insult. It's just a statement.
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"I'm not sure what about that didn't make sense," she responds with good nature. "I could elaborate, but then you'd get words like Incipisphere and Skaia, and phrases like Universe Frog and Ultimate Alchemization, and that is not going to help anybody."
She does ponder how to convey the gist of the game, though. "...I could make an analogy, if you know anything about plants."
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"Not as much as I would like, but let's give it a try," Cinna said, smiling just a bit. He was willing to listen if she was willing to talk.
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"Okay. Imagine this universe as a plant--one of the self-reproducing kinds. When conditions are just right, they send out tiny shoots to start new plants. But sometimes those don't make it because there's not enough water or not enough room, or something. The first planet dies when winter comes, then grows in the spring and starts again. When something does make it, a new plant grows. Then you have two plants, right?"
Terezi doesn't really know a lot about gardening herself, but living in a forest all her life, it was the simplest analogy she could think of. "There's a game that my friends and I played, only it is not quite the game that it makes itself out to be. It set the universe reproduction into motion, and when we were done... Earth and humans were the result. This universe--or some temporal splinter of it--is the offshoot from our universe."
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Cinna listened to that, curious and cooperative as she explained. He seemed to get it, though he wasn't sure he bought that this was the origin of their universe as well. The new Tributes were all from alternate universes, so it wasn't too hard to believe that some of them came from a verse that was built from a game.
"What happened to the game?" he asked, though he wasn't sure he'd fully understand the answer.
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"Are people still playing it?"
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"It's a video game, but definitely not a normal one! Even from the very start, we were moving things around in the real world. Picking up objects, relocating them, making new ones. When you start the sequence to enter the game itself, it transports you out of the universe altogether. You play the rest of the game from inside the game."
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Cinna really doesn't get that much. "It was like some kind of virtual reality?"
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It sounded an awful lot like what the Capitol was doing.
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That probably doesn't sound much better, to be honest, but Terezi doesn't sound ashamed of it. It's just a fact of her life. She was practically raised on the normalcy of enslaving foreign lifeforms and confiscating their natural resources for the betterment of the Empire.
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Cinna nodded a bit. "I see," he said. "And now? Are you still conquerors?"
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"It's not really my place to say."
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"I see. Well, I wonder if you'd want to take over Panem anyway. We're a small country in a broken world."
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Humans aren't exactly slave material by Alternian standards. Terezi could estimate that they would probably be listed as "expendable", but even she knows when to spare the bluntness.
"How is your world broken?"
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"You did manage to create orange creamsicles, though, so at least you were a civilized society. Let credit be given where credit is due, etc etc." In her opinion, orange creamsicles deserve a lot of create. They're pretty damn amazing.
"Why was there a war in the first place?"
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Cinna shrugged. "Why is there ever a war?"