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]

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."

[teethofneedles]

Karis has that wide grin on her face - the one most people find unsettling. She squeezes Asha's hand - her grip is cold, dead, but surprisingly firm and strong for a corpse.

"Charmed. Don't think I saw you last go-round."

[doesnotsew]

If Asha finds it unsettling (and, truth be told, she does, if only because it's a corpse doing the smiling) she doesn't show it, though she does glance down at the hand in thought.

"Yes, it was a shame. I took an ax for my weapon, but grabbed it with my stomach."

[teethofneedles]

"Bad way to do it," Karis responds laconically, "Gotta make sure they're the ones catching the business end of it."

She raises her hand and wiggles her claws, "I ended up using these for most of my kills."

[doesnotsew]

She sighs, overly dramatic, and shakes her head. "I'll have to learn from my mistake next time."

She eyes it with a hint of amusement and interest. "That's certainly another advantage you have there. I'll have a lot to catch up to."

[teethofneedles]

"You're lucky you get another chance. Back home, you usually only get one, am I right?" Karis nudges her with a bony elbow and chuckles at her own terrible joke. Then she lifts her shoulders in a shrug, trying not to preen too much. She certainly likes the attention - it's a pleasant change.

"Well, I don't like to brag, but it certainly helps when you can gut someone easy-peasie."

[doesnotsew]

"Maybe you do," she says with a smirk, fully aware of the humor involved, "but my people have a saying: what is dead may never die. It's just usually not so literal."

"I'd like to request my ax in my hands when the game starts, for fair's sake."

[teethofneedles]

"Hey, everything's fair in a fight. Only thing that matters is that you win," Karis chuckles darkly, "If they don't give you an axe, find something else to use... although I do like axes. Good weapon. Weighty. You can split somebody's skull with it - isn't elegant, but fuck elegance."

[doesnotsew]

"It's elegant enough. I've kissed enough people with mine," she says almost fondly, but then takes on a sarcastic bent. "Though I suppose neither of us has won this fight."

[teethofneedles]

"Not yet. Came pretty damn close last time," Karis crowed, puffing herself up just a little, "Just a matter of time before I pull myself out on top."

[doesnotsew]

“Promise me you’ll have a better party than this one,” she said, then surveyed the crowd a second time. “Or at least one with better drinks.”

[teethofneedles]

"If I win, I think I can do that. I get to choose my party, right...?" She glances around for her escort, who is sadly nowhere to be seen.

[doesnotsew]

She slaps her enthusiastically on the back, only realizing as she does it that it might have a different effect on someone dead than someone alive. "Good ale and good entertainment, that's all I ask."