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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]

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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.