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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.

Comments

[nightlightheart]

Ah yes, time-gap thing. Right.

"Motion pictures. Stories, on screens, like these," he gestures to the screens around them still airing the Games. He catches a glimpse of Max again, and smiles slightly despite himself. "Without all the actual dying."

[the_marshal]

He glanced at the screen, then back again. "So a play. We do - or did, I 'spose - have those."

He may not have seen as many of Dora's performances as he'd have liked, but he had managed to take in a few.

[nightlightheart]

"A play. Yes. Exactly," Tony nods and raises his glass in a congratulatory toast then sips at his drink after toasting nothing but air. "They should have more of those around here, probably. Haven't heard about a single one since I've arrived."

[the_marshal]

"What would they be about, I wonder," Wyatt said conversationally after a moment's thought on the matter. He nodded at the screen, "Seein' as that's how they have fun and all."

Or most of them, at any rate. Somehow he figured that red-headed woman would some much more noble, if just as wrong, name for it.

He sighed, motioning to the barkeep with a quick gesture of his hand. "Somehow I 'spect even if was something you wanted to see they wouldn't let ya. Too much 'trainin' to do, er too many 'events to attend.'"

[nightlightheart]

Tony just shrugs at that. "I think, if I really wanted to, I could manage a way. But you may have a point about the content. If this is their average every day television... man, I bet there is some kinky business around here."


He's pretty certain about that, even though he's not yet taken the time to look into it. Not sure he wants to, and he's pretty sure that's saying something. A lot.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt snorted and gave a bemused sort of shake of his head.

"I think I'll stick to cards, myself."

[nightlightheart]

"You a poker man?" Tony takes a stab in the dark.

[the_marshal]

"Among other things," he replied. "I had a keno table back in Dodge."

He nodded at Tony. "You?"

There may have been a small thread of hope buried in there. What he wouldn't give for good ol' fashioned game of cards.

[nightlightheart]

Tony grins wide, full of teeth and charm, "Are you kidding? Man, I can't even count the amount of times I have been to Las Vegas. Poker, blackjack hell, even keno; get me a good cigar and a bottle of Jack Daniels and you have yourself good time in the making right there."

If that didn't sound a hell of a lot better than this stupid ass acid rain themed party, he didn't know what did.

[the_marshal]

Wyatt's face split with a corresponding grin.

"Do I sense an invitation buried in there somewhere?"

Surely it wouldn't be that hard to find out where the Capitol kept their cards (or to rustle up a deck themselves if they had too) and make tracks out of this godforsaken place.

[nightlightheart]

"Hell yeah, buddy," Tony gives Wyatt a friendly slap on his shoulder. He takes another drink of his scotch, draining the glass again. "You just let me know when and where and I'm there! Don't know about you, but we have plenty of room up in the D-12 suite..."