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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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He studies Marius's outfit with some interest. The goggles are baffling -- what is he supposed to be, an old-fashioned chauffeur?
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He blinks then at the empty glass, then glances back at Jay. "Are you alright?"
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Jay notices Marius fidgeting, but makes nothing of it. Marius struck him as the awkward, fidgety type earlier.
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Although he does not really understand why Jay mentions only the ugly people. Would it be alright for the more attractive ones to punch him, then?
The world is confusing.
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Jay's drunk, but not drunk enough to miss that. But drunk enough to just start laughing at Marius, instead of trying to ascertain he said what Jay thinks he said.
"Darling, I wouldn't do that sort of thing until at least the third date. That requires trust."
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"Trust?"
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"Well, I want them to hit hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to break something, don't I?" he says, then lapses into a fresh fit of giggles. "Never mind that. How are you staying so sober here?"
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Clearly he must ask Enjolras to explain this to him soonAnd he does not make an attempt to push Jay away when the latter leans in, though he gives him a look that says he thinks Jay might not all be there on account of his drunken stupor. "I did not have much of a drink."
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"What? Why not? What else are gatherings like this for, if not free booze?"
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"Mingling. Socializing." Or trying and failing terribly to blend into the wall, in Marius's case. He's never been one for parties, really, and has often found it terribly bad for his nerves.
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"I can do that anywhere, any time I like," he lies. "Plus, I'm sorry to say most Tributes are really not the sort of people I'd socialise with."
Well, that much is true, of course -- he's far more used to being dragged through gatherings of death cultists and geriatric Tevtonian gentry. The sole person his age he's talked to regularly, before coming to the Capitol, was Mara. He wouldn't admit it, but he's not been feeling at ease in the company of the other Tributes at all. He's been intimidated.
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And so Marius continues to look absolutely mystified, because for all his social awkwardness he has yet to find someone he genuinely and unquestionably would not desire to mingle with. Such is the innocent, trustworthy nature of a Pontmercy, perhaps.
And such is the obliviousness, too, for he does not even assume, not even for a second, that there is a little bit of a lie and feelings of intimidation in the person he is conversing with.
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"I was very important back home," he says and taps the side of his nose. "But that's a secret of sorts, dearest. I am trying to keep a low profile here. It's not always an advantage to be a known prince of the blood."
He's not entirely sure that's the case, of course, since he isn't a prince of any blood whatsoever -- whatever claim to nobility he had through his father has long since been rescinded: his father married out of the family and then, instead of weathering the unrest and facing the potential popular revolution, shamefully fled. It was enough to get him so thoroughly disowned and disinherited that Jay is rather sure they might've fumigated his quarters when he left.
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Oh dear, it would seem as if that hit a sore spot. The confused expression that Jay finds endearing disappears, to be replaced by a sort of loathing, mild but definitely there, as he is reminded of his Royalist grandfather and all the things he stands for. How kings and princes are supposed to rule, how bloodlines are always the most important of all.
How it is this man who manipulated Marius into believing that his father never cared for him, the reason why he never experienced the love that his father could only give him at a distance, hidden behind the pillars of the church, the one responsible for destroying something special before it has even begun.
The same man who shattered all his dreams of marrying Cosette the moment he refused to give his permission, who had the gall to suggest that she be his mistress, she who is the brightest light in the darkest of nights to him, his universe.
His grandfather, who destroys everything that dare love him. He took away everything from him.
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He gives a nervous laugh.
"No, darling, not really. My father had more chance of spontaneously combusting than getting near the throne and, ah. He was also disinherited. So no, I'm no prince, unless you really do believe that there's something special about the sperm of nobility."
That's all said in a rather breathless rush, an attempt to diffuse the atmosphere and stop Marius looking at him with loathing he didn't work to get.
He doesn't want Marius to hate him, in any case. He's not hateful or annoying, just a little dense.