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[gamemakers]

WHO| Everyone
WHAT| Backstage for a round of interviews with the one and only Caesar Flickerman
WHEN| The closing ceremonies of Arena 02.
WHERE| A stage set up in one of the ballrooms of the Training Center
WARNINGS/NOTES| Find a setting in the threads below to tag into! A post will be made later for the actual interviews themselves.

It was clear the Capitol was nervous.

After the accidental trigger of the pod last celebration, this round the Capitol was "treating" the audience to one on one interviews with all the Tributes. A treat meant to keep everyone tucked at home for viewing parties.

The south wing of the Training Center had been made into a high security studio, light flooding one of the large ballrooms, while the tributes themselves were shuffled into dressing rooms and primped by their stylists, prepared to go on stage by their mentors, and generally left to wait their turn.

Comments

Dressing room for Districts 1-4

[gamemakers]

The room is full of racks of costumes, rows of stylist station decked out with hair and make up supplies, and a large area in the back for dressing and last minute alterations, where each districts costumes are lined up.

A door in the back lead to an area with a handful of shower stalls. There is little to give room for modesty, and the rooms are co-ed.

Everywhere ones looks is mirrored, or contains a TV to show the stage where the interviews are happening.

District 3

[retrieverchef]

Eliot scowls as he steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. He's never been shy about his body but this level of exposure is beyond uncomfortable. He looks around for Valeria. He might not be looking forward to whatever she had designed for him to wear but at least he'd have clothes on.

[c_sec]

Disoriented didn't begin to cover it but ever since he got to this place it seemed like it was par the course. Garrus had just barely woken up before he was being ushered into an elevator and dropped into the dressing room without so much of a word from anyone. Whatever had happened to him, (and what was it? He just sorta blacked out) no one was in a hurry to tell him. All they gave him were smiling faces, acting like they couldn't hear a word he was saying. All they'd bothered with was letting him know they were going to be interviewed-- shit, that doesn't sound like fun.

Garrus sighs, sitting down on the first couch he can find. It doesn't surprise him that he's not alone. This place sure is full of humans.

"Hey," Garrus signals him over with a nod. That's as good as anywhere to start, right?

Re: District 3

[greymatter]

Grey is standing near the front of the room looking bored, his stylist nowhere to be found. That's because she's given up on him and retreated to the back to weep over some of the terribly dreadful things he's said to her. The Capitol citizens are such fragile people. He grins at Eliot when he notices the other man.

District 4

[knottherapy]

Finnick strolled into the dressing room area to check on his tributes and see how they were coming along. There for support and any tips they may need, however he was surprised to find the three other districts sharing the dressing room. Finnick hung towards the back of the room just watching and flashing a sly smile at anyone who would meet his gaze.

[godtoagod]

"You." Illyria stalked across the dressing room, her focus narrowing to the face of this man they had called her 'mentor.' The small, fluttery animal - worse than the humans of her previous dimension - had told her to seek him out for answers.

"How have I come to be here?"

Her last memory was of the world shifting into hell, though apparently it had shifted much farther for her, and her alone. Perhaps it was a version of hell, for this world was, as yet, far less interesting than the old one. She had arrived feeling a need for violence, but the fragile creatures here were beneath her notice. Crushing them would have brought her no satisfaction. She had been bordering on boredom when they had ushered her here, mentioning 'games' and 'tributes' and 'interviews', none of which were familiar concepts for her.

District 1

[x5452]

Max doesn't have much modesty, but she doesn't make a great show of prancing around naked, either. They've been wanting to play up the 'feline' thing, so they've put her in a skin tight bodysuit in a ripple of calico colors that shift and shine as she moves. Once she's dressed, she crosses her arms over her chest and lets the stylists have their way with her, but her eyes are searching for her compatriots from the arena.

District 3

[keelah_se_lai]

Tali walked into the room cautiously as if she was expecting to be attacked at any moment, because she was. Nothing really seemed safe here, and she thought it best to stay on guard.

She really wasn't sure how they were planning on making her wear something that wasn't her suit, but the thought terrified her. What if they just pulled it off of her and didn't give her a chance to explain? Would she just come back again?

She pushes those thoughts away and awaited her instructions. It was starting to dawn on her that all she could do now was play along.

District 3: Outfitting Here!

[electriccandlelight]

Valeria sprinted into the room, breathing heavily mostly for effect, since she'd taken the elevator up and most of her prep team had done the heavy lifting. Literally, one staggered in with her toolbox and two struggled to steer the overloaded carts she'd commandeered to hold the pure white suits of armor she'd developed. Lack of time once she'd had her brilliant idea had unfortunately forced her to make her Tributes into a matching set, especially after being notified of Garrus' return and her subsequent race to make a suit that fit his...unique form.

Still, she was rather happy with the result, not everyone could whip up four custom suits of armor on such a limited time frame. And they would look even more marvelous once actually worn by the Tributes and turned on. Oh yes, she couldn't wait for the part where she could turn them on, and she scanned the room excitedly, searching out her boys.

Dressing room for Districts 7-8

[gamemakers]

The room is full of racks of costumes, rows of stylist station decked out with hair and make up supplies, and a large area in the back for dressing and last minute alterations, where each districts costumes are lined up.

A door in the back lead to an area with a handful of shower stalls. There is little to give room for modesty, and the rooms are co-ed.

Everywhere ones looks is mirrored, or contains a TV to show the stage where the interviews are happening.

[needsaprince]

"Oh no. No. No no no. Non." Lottie pauses for emphasis, before her lip curls up in a snarl. "I said back off."

She wasn't changing in front of men. It wasn't done. It wasn't lady like.

Generally her stylist found her a delight. But not tonight. Because if they didn't fix this, she was going out in her robe. Or not at all.

haters to the left, district six all up in here.

[buildingreality]

Ariadne figures that there are worse fates that standing around being made up for hours on end, even if it isn't exactly one she would have chosen for herself. She honestly has no idea how many stylists are currently trying to make her over, and she's getting a little bit dizzy from their brightly coloured selves whirling around her. Clearing her throat, she tries to glance over her shoulder to ask for a glass of water from the one pinning her dress, but finds her face wrenched forward again so they can finish her makeup.

Bleh. Interviews.

District 7 In the House!

[cowardfacinghappiness]

It wasn't enough that she had to live with the boy. Eat (when they could catch her and force) with the boy. Train with the boy.

Now she had to dress with the boy? No. Not happening. Momoko quite agreed with the fuss Lottie was making across the room, but as her distaste for the idea was more focused on particular boy and not the male gender in general, rather than throwing a fit Momoko was simply dressing as quickly as possible (which was very quick).

As usual her lackluster Stylist had simply recreated some version of the Lolita style that Momoko described, but that was fine. If nothing else, Momoko knew how to work the Lolita look.

Dressing room for Districts 9-12

[gamemakers]

The room is full of racks of costumes, rows of stylist station decked out with hair and make up supplies, and a large area in the back for dressing and last minute alterations, where each districts costumes are lined up.

A door in the back lead to an area with a handful of shower stalls. There is little to give room for modesty, and the rooms are co-ed.

Everywhere ones looks is mirrored, or contains a TV to show the stage where the interviews are happening.

[nofunandgames]

Really, he just tries to stay out of the way.

Their stylist has, at least with him, taken the clean and simple route. And he appreciates it greatly. But he is scared to see what they will produce for his tributes.

Find a place to stay out of the way against the wall, Elias just watches.

District 12

[punchdrunkvictory]

He's been dressed in a decent suit thanks to Portia, and as always he's back away from the crowds. All of the new tributes seem so foreign to him. Well not that foreign, but they're so different from anyone in districts that he's not sure how to handle them 100% percent of the time.

The ice in his glass shift and he looked to it. An avox kept refilling it every now and then. He vaguely wondered if it had anything to do with the questions he was asked by that woman...but he was unfortunately past the point of caring.

Capitol affairs were always the worst. And always the best excuse for getting as drunk as possible to ignore the idiots.

Tony could talk his way out of an army of Peacekeepers while being guilty of a crime. The other tribute? He hadn't really found anything incredibly special about her. They'd be fine. It wasn't like there was any real pressure on them; neither of them had won.

District 11

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

Emily is...extremely anxious to say the least after the little government questioning. It had not gone well. How was it that someone who had worked for so many governments always seemed to be regarded with a grain of suspicion.

She was choosing to act like she'd done nothing wrong - or at least was unaware that she'd done anything wrong. Her arm was still sore from the needle prick, though.

The stylists were far too busy and she seemed at the end of their list of priorities, so she was wandering around in a knee-length robe that she hadn't bothered to tie tightly, the black lace of her bra exposed. She was changing her make-up in front of the low mirror, making it a little more to her tastes.

Right now, she really wanted a drink. A strong one. Absinthe or maybe bourbon. She needed to drown her devils. But she did not want to make the wrong impression tonight and give the government any more reasons to scrutinize her.

"Can I get a cigarette!?" she yelled to the room at large. That, at least, she could have to calm her nerves without losing her inhibitions.

District 9

[bloodbrothers]

Loki had little time to adjust to being in an unfamiliar place when he found himself being ushered down halls, through walkways toward a room where people were being changed. Something Loki did not seem pleased with. Considering he was quite fond of his Asgardian formal wear, designed just for him and worth more than he could imagine their trinkets and baubles were. He watched people move to and fro but little answers were offered to the Prince who was growing more and more irritated as time passed by.

"I know not what you seek of me--" He begins, his voice raising slightly, and while he may not have all of himself together, Loki still was an imposing figure. "--But kidnapping a Prince of Asgard is most unwise."

Greenroom

[gamemakers]

The green room is glamorous and relaxing, full of pillows for the tributes to lougue on until their turn, plenty of food, and a handful of Avoxes at their beck.

Screens populate the room so they can watch the other tributes in their interviews.

[mannersmatter]

Effie has her tablet in her hands, fingers sliding over, ghostly displays popping up and down around her hands as she flicks through information. They have a handful to get on and off stage, but tonight she is more in her environment.

This is exciting. This is, on some level, a sign of success. Maybe a watered down one, but the goal is to have an interview with Caeser after. This is some how hollow compared to last year, but still, she is all smiles.

"Don't run!"

All right, so mostly smiles, and still a good chunk use to dealing with children.

Re: Greenroom

[the_marshal]

Wyatt had a wait ahead of him. A long one.

Standing out of the way, his back to the wall, he longed for a drink. But as tempting as it was to snag one of the little colored glasses the mute ones were toting back and forth, he resisted.

Eventually he'd be the one on the screens and he wouldn't risk dulling his wits.

Re: Greenroom

[polyturtle]

Don, meanwhile, is sitting in a chair looking a bit annoyed. Mainly because the stylists just kind of gave up on him after putting and dumped him into the Greenroom, hoping for the best. How do they fit a turtle into their grain theme, after all...?

In the end, though, he'd figured out his own way of looking like SOME work was put into his look. He managed to sneak back into the dressing room and cop a dark green suit from one of the other districts' stylists when they weren't looking, along with a surprisingly appropriate tie. Add a gray fedora close enough to the suits' color to pass muster and...well, hopefully no one looked too closely.

Still, it wasn't just his stylists' lack of help that was on his mind. He was thinking about how not to betray the fact that he despised the Games and all that they stood for, regardless of the threats given to him by the authorities about how important it was that he play in them. It was just like the Triceratons - only in that case he had his brothers backing him up, and him backing them up.

But, in any case. He also had a crowd to entertain, so he had to think about how he was going to do that without slipping up. So anyone who finds him will certainly find him deep in thought.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sat rather stiffly as he waited to be called for his interview. He and Garrus might have talked Valeria down from the full plate armor to the chainmail, but it was still damn uncomfortable to sit in. Not to mention, he felt ridiculous. This was just an interview, for heaven's sake, not some Shakespeare production like Sophie routinely butchered.

Re: Greenroom

[x5452]

At last, Max makes it into the green room.

Though she had a smile pasted on her face the whole time, she has not enjoyed all the fussing over her. And this outfit...seriously, she doesn't understand how catsuits became the chic ideal for what cat burglars do - there aren't any belts or pockets to put equipment in! So aggravating.

She looks longingly at the food, but feels like if she eats anything she'll just bloat and then look like a trussed ham on camera. She's kinda vain enough to care.

With a sigh, Max drags her fingers through her over-product-ed (is that a word? it is now) hair, and takes a look at her fellow Tributes somewhat cautiously. Some of them probably hate her. But Max doesn't care.

Well, she cares about a few of them.

Backstage

[gamemakers]

Backstage is busy. The small, dark space is full of the next two tributes to go on, plus their team-mentors, stylist, escorts.

And that doesn't even touch on the tech crew working back there, making sure everything goes of flawlessly.

It's dark, crowded, messy, and easy to get mixed up back there.