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[gamemakers]

WHO| EVERYONE!
WHAT| A party. A big one. 1 is cheering Max on and going all out.
WHEN| The day before the end of the Games.
WHERE| All the open banquet rooms in the Training center.
NOTE| Party post tag in.

The acid rain theme was still going strong.

In the main banquet hall a light rain feel over the whole room. Tents and awning were set up all over, and each guest was given a clear umbrella, the handle and ribs lighting up a rainbow of colors.

Light caught the rain, turning it colors as it fell, and huge ice sculptures dotted the rooms, "dissolving" as the way ran over them. District 1 had decided, at least, to aim for abstract sculptures, feeling replicas of the tributes might go a bit too far.

The food was, as always, extravagant and over the top. Blues and greens, fruits, juices, and succulent seafood's.

And, as always, everyone who was anyone was there.

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[nightlightheart]

The 'themed' outfit that Cinna had dressed him in had been peculiar at first, but only when he finally arrived, plastic umbrella in hand, did he finally grasp the concept.

And people called him tacky?

Acid rain? Really? And then someone actually invited him and thought it would be a good idea?

Talk about adding insult to injury.

It's strange to look at the screens and see Max, hear people cheer for her, talk about her as though she were the clear choice to win. That wasn't to say that he disagreed. If he were to place a bet on anyone, he'd bet on Maxy. It's just a bit surreal to know that he'd been right next to her not so long ago.

Whatever.

The scotch was free at least.

[the_marshal]

Even if his escort hadn't insisted upon it, Wyatt would have been hard pressed to miss the shindig going on. Lit up like one of them fancy firework shows and stuffed to the gills with puffed-up peacocks, and right there at the Training Center to boot, it was unavoidable.

He felt all sorts of silly in the getup his stylist had provided, but at least, with his hat (strictly forbidden but smuggled in anyhow) he'd been able to ditch the nancy Umbrella.

Straight into a planter near the bar as soon as his handlers backs were turned.

Situating the worn black hat upon his head, he turned to the bar-keep and ordered a whiskey.

[nightlightheart]

Tony raises his glass to the nearby man in the hat. Another tribute. He's sure of it. Even if the man didn't stick out like a sore thumb, the general look on his face of what the fuck is all this, was enough to give him away.

He gives him a bit of a smile. A gesture of 'hey, I have no intention of killing you today' that means a lot more in this place than was comforting.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt spotted the smile mid-hat re-adjustment and he paused, hands still on the brim. Slowly, he finished angling the misting rain out his face, then looked back, and gave the stranger a once over.

After a beat, Wyatt nodded back, and lifted his glass in a small toast before knocking his shot back.

'Same to you.'

[punchdrunkvictory]

And let the scotch flow freely to all.

It always flowed freely for Haymitch, although the drink in his hand looked relatively untouched. He was trying. If only for a bit, but he was. For reasons he hadn't disclosed to anyone else, and it was likely to stay that way.

He gave the glass a look. But now was a time for 'celebrating'. So hell why not. He took a swig from the glass before catching sight of the newest tribute to his district. Tony...Star? Stork? Something. He couldn't quite remember his last name.

The other man appeared to be having a wonderful time. It read on his face as it seemed to on many of the other faces of the tributes. Katniss and Peeta were still gone, so he had to take the role of actually being a mentor.

He clapped the man on the shoulder, "You tried."

It was all he could say. The man was bright, but what could someone do against acid rain?

[nightlightheart]

Tony spins toward the direction of the voice and finds himself face to face with the man everyone referred to as he 'mentor' though Tony isn't sure that the term is all that fitting. But hey, what does he know?

He smirks and takes a pull from his nearly empty glass. "Yeah, well, that's me. I'm a trier," he says sarcastically.

[punchdrunkvictory]

"Good," he clapped him on the shoulder again before pulling back, "We like triers in District 12. Trying gets you places."

Like being dead. At least in this arena, you may be scarred for life, but at least you came out of it with your life. He took another drink of his scotch and sized the other man.

"Too bad you didn't win. Thought you had a chance."

[polyturtle]

Donatello was silently glad that his stylist was clueless with him.

He came looking just like himself, no bells and whistles, save for the umbrella given to him at the door. Then again, he didn't mind the water.

And it was obvious where he was. Throngs of people just started to gather about him, congratulating him on his performance, and what a brave and gentlemanly thing he did on the field, and what was it like dying, and how was meeting the favorite to win this round like, and was he really a giant turtle? How amazing! How modest! How unique! How




--Don had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[nightlightheart]

"Hey! Koopa Troopa!" Tony spots him almost immediately. Recognizes the crowed he's surrounded by because he's been dealing with them all night. Tony's just been better at shunning them it seems.

[polyturtle]

Well, only one person actually calls him that, so...

"Oh, hey...excuse me, I.."

Don begins to - somewhat slowly, given the crowd - make his way towards Tony. But, finally, he did get there. And thankfully, Tony looked all right.

Then again, there was nary a trace of what offed him, either.

"Hi there again."

[peacekeeperavox]

For the event, the servants were dressed in artfully tattered and colorful versions of the tributes's uniforms. No umbrellas for then, but the trays they carried around the rooms were shielded from the light rain.

Darius and the few other Avoxes present were in green, his costume stylishly minimalist, the ostensible shirt reduced to just a few strips across his freckled chest. He was here with clear orders, to serve, and was glad of it. It was his first event since the elevator, since the retraining that had followed. Makeup covered bruises on his ribs, but they were nearly healed, anyway.

you ready for this Darius?

[needsaprince]

"Can I have one of those darling?"

Lottie's southern drawl, after a few drink, was starting to become even more obvious. She would, of course never have more than she could handle. It wasn't lady like at all.

But she could handle a few.

Oh dear.

[peacekeeperavox]

He smiled, pleasant, and held out his tray which was filled with tall narrow flutes of a faintly glowing green drink, each with a tiny candy Cornucopia floating in it.

[needsaprince]

"Oh, thank you darling." She took it, giving him another looks over.

Little bit garish, with all the stuff on his face, but really...not too bad.

"You're one of those...avoes, right?"

[knottherapy]

Finnick arrived in a sleek white suit to this strange party. Then again the definition of 'strange' was rather relative in the Capitol. He was equip with his umbrella as he entered the room, eyes grazing over the crowd to see who had come out. He saw the regular victors and a few of the tributes who had just survived the arena. Finnick sighed softly to himself thinking of all the tributes that had come before then who never got a chance to experience such an event.

However with his charming poker face on, Finnick began to stroll around the room, umbrella over his shoulder.

[punchdrunkvictory]

Haymitch wasn't one for theme parties, and no matter how many times Effie insisted, he continued to wear the same style of suit to every party, never adding accesories or accents to it. When he saw Finnick step in with an umbrella, he smirked a bit.

He gave Finnick a nod as the other had eventually made his way closer to him, "Classy party huh?"

[knottherapy]

Finnick returned the nod to the fellow victor, "Only in the Capitol." He noted Haymitch's outfit which was indeed the same style he always wore. Finnick in his own right, admired Haymitch for that. The ability to simply not give a fuck what others thought of him and to do his own thing. Finnick would never be given just a liberty.

"How did your tributes fair this round?" It was small talk seeing that they all knew of each other's players in the Games, but still Finnick was also searching to gain some sort of information from everyone he spoke with.

[punchdrunkvictory]

"Acid rain," was the only two words Haymitch muttered.

A deadly device that killed quite a few tributes. One of the most gruesome ones too. He took a drink from his glass, only just starting to feel the alcohol in his system. It made him take an extra step, but the man righted himself fairly easily.

"What about yours?" He asked, composing himself mentally too.

[slowlydrowning]

Annie has been fitted into a strategically and artfully ruined dress in colours reminiscent of torn and wind-worn white sails. Half a hundred strands of pearls are draped around her neck and her wrists that drip down her exposed back and shoulders like water droplets frozen in time.

She wishes that the umbrellas weren't clear. They would be easier to hide behind. And she isn't too sure how comfortable she is with all this water on the floor. She wants to ask someone how quickly it all drains away, but... everyone expects that of her now don't they? The poor little mad girl afraid of a a flood.

[knottherapy]

Finnick sees Annie trying to hide behind the clear umbrella and would have had to work to keep the smile from his lips at the sight of her, but he decided to greet her admiring her beauty. He would have normally been concerned at the sight of her amongst everyone else at this party, but prior to going downstairs he had seen her getting ready. The conversation regarding her responsibilities as a victor and mentor was short and clear to both of them. She had to be there.

"You flatter that dress." He approaches her, standing as close as their umbrellas would allow. Finnick's eyes catch hers and hold them knowing that it is just as painful for her as it is him to still, after two Games have to pretend they are simply fellow victors.

[slowlydrowning]

She isn't sure she agrees. There's a lot of skin showing that she isn't exactly thrilled to have anybody else be looking at. But this is Finnick, and she doesn't mind so much.

"And you look handsome as ever, Mister Odair," she says, a light blush dusting her cheeks because she feels silly and exposed and nervous with all this water around, but knows he's just trying to make her feel better.

[nofunandgames]

This was just terrible.

Really, not that anyone was surprised by District 1 hammering their points into the ground, but this was a step above. It must be their noses so bent out of shape over being beaten by outer district too often lately.

Especially considering how the 74th games had ended.

He sipped his drip, looking over the crowd and trying not to let his feelings show too much on his face.

[galaxyherder]

"I thought they served better stuff here, than whatever it is you've got in that glass," Shepard teases.

She is already tired of these parties and she has the sinking feeling that this is just the tip of the ice burg for what her future has in store for her. The last party, she didn't the whole "mix and mingle" thing, and she might go for that tactic again, soon enough. But right now, she was getting a feel for the room. Memorizing the layout. (Escape plans included - old habits die hard.) So when she finds the handsome younger man tucked into the darker edge of the room making the kind of face that most people make when something leaves a bad taste in their mouth... well, that doesn't quite add up to her.

[nofunandgames]

"The drink is fine, it's what I have to swallow with it..."

A comment just about any victor should understand, walking the line of just too rebellious for Elias, but after the drinks tonight and the exhaustion of all the night before...he was feeling a little snarky.

And he had a feeling Shepard already knew where he was coming from.

[cowardfacinghappiness]

Momoko had managed to get out of carrying one of those awful, tacky umbrellas by flourishing her parasol and pointing out how much better it went with her outfit. That bullet dodged, she wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, sticking to the tents to avoid getting her parasol too wet and idly wondering how long she would need to make this mandatory appearance last before she could slip out and return...well, not home, but to her rooms.