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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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Tony quirks an eyebrow at the sight of this new stranger.

Ah yes, the bubble girl. He had actually hoped he'd run into her eventually. Rumor had it that she never took her suit off. He had half a mind to pick her brain about self-cleaning air filtration systems, but at the very lest the little lady should have a drink first.

Unfortunately, he was fresh out of straws at the moment.

"Not personally, no, but I'm sure we can figure something out," he says with a grin.

Haymitch could only focus on a few things on the polite woman.
Three fingers. Bird legs.

Yea of course he'd seen her in the games. He thinks the Capitol had done some feature on her like it seemed they had the rest of the tributes, but maybe he'd been to drunk to realize the differences Tali possessed.

He looked to Tony at his response when he realized how he managed to just shrug off those things. Haymitch could do that. Totally. There had been a giant fucking turtle walking around for the last couple of weeks. Haymitch could handle another alien.

Maybe with some more alcohol....

He took a long drink before responding, "We just gotta find an Avox. They'll get you whatever you want."

"That would be wonderful, it should be served along with something strong. Do you mind terribly if I join the two of you?" They had only said minimal words to her, but they had been the nicest people she had met since being pulled here.

She also couldn't help but notice that one of them was very attractive, that didn't hurt her want to talk to them.

Tony slides himself over to make room for her, and orders something with vodka, because... well, she sounded Russian enough that it seemed as good as anything. Vodka was always good.

"It's Tali'Something, right?" he scours his brain for her name and only comes up with half of what he thinks might be right. He'd read over all the information about his fellow tributes that he could dig up, but for the majority of them it wasn't much.

Haymitch makes sure there's enough room for the alien woman also. Her accent was strange, but at least she was polite and quiet, two things Haymitch could and relatively easily.

He spoke to a near by Avox, asking the man to get her a straw. Soon enough the man was disappearing to find one, and Haymitch turned back to them to catch Tony's question. Tali'Something. Haymitch snorted. Didn't sound right, but she wasn't his tribute so it wasn't really his business to know.

"The question you should ask, Mr. Stark," Haymitch said, using his last name as a bit of a jab, "Is if you can call her Tali."

Tali sat looking at the two men. She was flattered that he would even remember the first part of her name. She prayed that that straw came quickly. This wasn't the least awkward of situations, and she was good at making an ass of her self in awkward situations.

"My name is Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, well really it's Tali'Zorah Nar Rayya because the Rayya was the ship I was born on but.... Keelah." She cut off, she was babbling again. It was bound to happen. it just shouldn't have been thew second thing out of her mouth.

"Tali is more than fine." Resting her elbow on the bar, she dropped her head to her hand. This was a fine start to the first two nice people she had met here.

"So when you say ship, are we talking like sailing the seven seas and all the jazz, or...?" Tony wrinkles his brow as he leads into the question. He suspects her answer will be much different than what he's suggested. Space-related is his guess, if the air-tight mask is any indicator.

One of the creepy quite serving kids comes by with a straw soon enough and Tony plops it right into her new drink and sort of... stares for a moment. He's curious how she's going to pull this off without removing her helmet.

Babbling indeed.

Haymitch pretends to not listen, rapping his glass against the counter-top as the two chatted. Best way to learn is to listen. And the best way to listen is to pretending to be a drunk so no one will care if you're around.

Not that Haymitch ever needed to pretend he was drunk. That came naturally.

Tali stared at the straw trying to figure out the best way to insert it.

"A space ship." She replied nonchalantly as if it should have been a question. "Do they even have those here?" There were many things that seems more advanced than home, and many things that seemed behind. It didn't lend to helping with figuring out where she was.

"I'm in talk with the boys over at NASA now and then, when I need to get satellites in orbit," Tony shrugs. "Plus, I did blow up a rather unfriendly one once with a nuclear missile. But that was kind of a one time thing. And not one of ours. But that's me. Not this place. I have no idea what their space program looks like here. Hopefully non existent. I don't want these ass clowns trying to search for other intelligent life out there. It would be an embarrassment to humanity! Can you just imagine how that first contact would go down?! 'Hey, we're here to represent the people of Panem. Just to let you know, we like kidnapping people from alternate realities in space-time and forcing them into televised death matches! Nice to meet you!'"

Tony laughs at himself as he takes a long drink. "Yeah. That would go over real well."

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