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thecapitol2013-06-26 08:58 pm
akingalways) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-26 08:58 pm
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Ain't No Party Like A Capitol Party
Who| Jack Atlas and OPEN
What| Jack is throwing a party. And you are all invited to attend to watch the Games.
Where| The mansion of the Director of District 8 Commodity Control
When| The end of Week 1
Warnings| Jack's Sponsor being potentially creepy and Jack being...Jack.
He needed a distraction. After what happened, he had to show he didn't care. That he was no friend of Ariadne's, that he firmly sided with the Capitol as all good Victors should. So he began to plan a party, a costume party, much like how the Tributes were dressed.
He'd hoped to have it at .infinity, but of course, the Director caught wind, and immediately came up with his own idea: have it at his mansion. He insisted, of course. It had been quite some time since he or the Director had hosted a party at home. Not to mention it would be his first party since he'd returned to Mentoring, so it should be a splendid occasion to keep him in the spotlight. And, really, could a mere club really be fitting for a party the King of Victors threw?
It had been some quick planning, but the deed was done, and so the party was held at the stylishly Baroque mansion. It was three stories, and was of course walled in with an iron gate at the entrance. It was a massive complex, at least in Capitol terms, with a carefully tended (and geologically heated for year-round bloom) garden of genetically-perfected roses, hydrangeas, lilies and tulips, among others.
Those who hadn't been to the mansion in some time would notice a new, fern-like addition to the gardens, which perfectly complemented several of the bushes, the more astute would likely identify it as arrowhead. In any case, the gardens and its paths all circled an impressive structure, nearly forty feet tall. Several people sat in the chamber at the top to observe the stars, but of course, that was not why the Capitol came.
No - it was to watch the Games, all within the confines of the Director's gilded mirrored ballroom. Several of the mirrors on the walls were trick mirrors - as citizens passed by, they would find their visages projected, not within the ballroom, but in one of the two Arenas, courtesy of the television screens layered within them. Some laughed and danced, jumping around as they pretended to be in the Games with their favorite Tributes. Others danced on the ballroom floor proper, and still others simply stood around in the ballroom or the gardens.
Those who were hungry could take their time in indulging in edible gold-leaf corundas tinged with spicy red salsa, deep dish pizza with the crust made of edible gold, and, of course, the basabito, the kielbasa and plantain sandwich the King of Victors was known to love. The plantains were, of course, also leafed in edible gold. Other items, a la tapas, were also served by Avoxes, all silently cosplaying as they waved through the crowds. For desserts, chocolate wine, peppermint caviar, and pink-swirl, cocoa tinged truffles were served.
And then, of course, there was Jack himself. Dressed like a sun god from a myth - sandals, short toga, oil-shined muscles and all - Jack nevertheless managed to carry it off without being too goofy, at least to the people who mattered, as he moved about to work his magic on potential Sponsors. Of course, his scar was cleverly hidden by golden bracers which covered both forearms, making it a non-issue. Hopefully.
What| Jack is throwing a party. And you are all invited to attend to watch the Games.
Where| The mansion of the Director of District 8 Commodity Control
When| The end of Week 1
Warnings| Jack's Sponsor being potentially creepy and Jack being...Jack.
He needed a distraction. After what happened, he had to show he didn't care. That he was no friend of Ariadne's, that he firmly sided with the Capitol as all good Victors should. So he began to plan a party, a costume party, much like how the Tributes were dressed.
He'd hoped to have it at .infinity, but of course, the Director caught wind, and immediately came up with his own idea: have it at his mansion. He insisted, of course. It had been quite some time since he or the Director had hosted a party at home. Not to mention it would be his first party since he'd returned to Mentoring, so it should be a splendid occasion to keep him in the spotlight. And, really, could a mere club really be fitting for a party the King of Victors threw?
It had been some quick planning, but the deed was done, and so the party was held at the stylishly Baroque mansion. It was three stories, and was of course walled in with an iron gate at the entrance. It was a massive complex, at least in Capitol terms, with a carefully tended (and geologically heated for year-round bloom) garden of genetically-perfected roses, hydrangeas, lilies and tulips, among others.
Those who hadn't been to the mansion in some time would notice a new, fern-like addition to the gardens, which perfectly complemented several of the bushes, the more astute would likely identify it as arrowhead. In any case, the gardens and its paths all circled an impressive structure, nearly forty feet tall. Several people sat in the chamber at the top to observe the stars, but of course, that was not why the Capitol came.
No - it was to watch the Games, all within the confines of the Director's gilded mirrored ballroom. Several of the mirrors on the walls were trick mirrors - as citizens passed by, they would find their visages projected, not within the ballroom, but in one of the two Arenas, courtesy of the television screens layered within them. Some laughed and danced, jumping around as they pretended to be in the Games with their favorite Tributes. Others danced on the ballroom floor proper, and still others simply stood around in the ballroom or the gardens.
Those who were hungry could take their time in indulging in edible gold-leaf corundas tinged with spicy red salsa, deep dish pizza with the crust made of edible gold, and, of course, the basabito, the kielbasa and plantain sandwich the King of Victors was known to love. The plantains were, of course, also leafed in edible gold. Other items, a la tapas, were also served by Avoxes, all silently cosplaying as they waved through the crowds. For desserts, chocolate wine, peppermint caviar, and pink-swirl, cocoa tinged truffles were served.
And then, of course, there was Jack himself. Dressed like a sun god from a myth - sandals, short toga, oil-shined muscles and all - Jack nevertheless managed to carry it off without being too goofy, at least to the people who mattered, as he moved about to work his magic on potential Sponsors. Of course, his scar was cleverly hidden by golden bracers which covered both forearms, making it a non-issue. Hopefully.