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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

[punchdrunkvictory]

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.

[keelah_se_lai]

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.

[nightlightheart]

"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."