thecapitol | Just a little tea party - open to absolutely EVERYONE

It's not official, or anything. Not at all. But after her recent... experiences... Calico is determined to show anyone who cares to watch her that she can be a good mentor.

So she's set up a tea party in the park.

It's Calico, so it's fancy - and the poor Avoxes she had helping her cart it all down and set it all up certainly seem to think that she's gone a bit overboard for a simple picnic. Calico is studiously ignoring that... and ignoring that some of them had been imprisoned alongside her before now.

There are streamers - glittery, of course, hanging out of trees, and big paper lanterns, lit, quite unnecessarily in the bright sunlight, with battery operated candles. On the floor, rugs, edged in ribbons, and yet more sequins - and in one case, several feather boas - lie scattered, with cushions dumped haphazardly around as Calico grew more bored. A big old fashioned gramaphone is set up - but it's not the source of the music, as Cal has no records. Her little music player is tucked behind it, playing something she heard at the ballet once.

On the food side... well, the table looks gorgeous, decorated with garlands of fake flowers and glittered plates. A large vase of ostrich feathers takes centre stage. There are cupcakes scattered amongst the sequins, highly decorated, of course, and platters of biscuits and little dinky sandwiches with glittered toothpicks through them. Vintage style cups, jazzed up to go with the Capitol exuberance and Cal's own glittery enthusiasm, stand piled in their saucers - the poor avoxes are 'in charge' of the tea. But for those who want stronger, sparkling rose wine stands in buckets of ice and, for the kids, lemonade is ready and waiting.

To occupy the party, Cal's brought a couple of baskets of her scraps, a few half finished shawls and plenty of bangle things so that people can make their own to their taste - they are getting quite the hot commodity in the Capitol now. Threads and needles are available, and even a hot glue gun (operated by battery) stands ready to attach sequins and feathers and whatever else people fancy sticking on their designs.

Anyone and everyone is invited to come and chill - it's a chance to rewind after the Games, for Tributes and mentors and the stylists and the like - and a chance to meet the tributes for any Capitol citizen who fancies turning up. Come talk amongst yourselves, attempt a sponsor deal... or chill by yourself listening to the tinkling music and making some cloth jewellery.

Utterly exhausted (doesn't take much) with all of her planning and setting up, Cal grabs a frosted cupcake and sits down, on a rug with a sigh. After all of her effort, she hopes someone is blumming watching!

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"Yeah! And that means you have people cheering you on too. That makes it easier to be in the Arena, doesn't it?"

Not really, but Shion smiled because he didn't want to upset someone who was being nice to him. "It does, it's nice to know that people are happy about what we do." And not just because it was entertainment.

Ayase reached out a bit and put a hand on Shion. He wasn't sure if the physical touch would be welcome. "Everyone thought I was going to die," he pointed out. "Even I thought that. All it took was one fan to make sure I survived. I think having more than one is bound to be helpful too? Right?" He asked. He knew his situation was completely different and unique though. He hoped Shion wouldn't be offended that he was comparing them.

It was welcome, and it calmed Shion. Made him remember where he was and that they were here at this picnic, and he was making a new friend. He smiled.

He wouldn't have thought Ayase would have survived either, much like he doubted he would ever survive long.

"One fan helped you survive?" He asked and nodded, "It definitely can't harm I don't think."

Ayase nodded. "I was really lucky. He sponsored me."

Shion nodded, he had been sponsored for food in the arena, but had died and came back diseased before he could eat it. "He must have sponsored you a lot."

Ayase looks a little embarrassed for a moment. "Yes. A lot."

Shion smiles at him reassuringly. "Did you know him before?"

Ayase shook his head. "No. It was... It was a big surprise."

"Wow." Shion blinked, "Well I'm glad he did." Even if it meant others were dead, it meant Ayase was alive, and that was a good thing.

Ayase nodded, but he was blushing really hard now. "Um... Well, it's my job now to make sure that the Tributes in my District have sponsors too. I hope that it will help me figure out how to convince people. It's a really important job."

"It is, I'm sure you will be able to convince them, and be able to tell them how important it is." Shion said, fiddling some more with the bracelet he was making.

"I hope so," Ayase said after a moment. Then there was a moment of silence, in which he wasn't entirely sure what to say. He didn't think he should be talking about this stuff with a Tribute. After a moment, he latched onto a subject that was safer.

"That's looking really pretty," he pointed out, talking about the bracelet. "Are you making it for yourself or someone else?"

"Thank you." He smiled, "Someone else probably. Would you like it."

"Oh! I mean... Um... It's very nice, but don't think that you have to make it for me," Yukiya replied, blushing deeply. His mind automatically thought that he had made Shion think the only reason he was complimenting the bracelet was so that he could have it, and it made him worry he had given a bad impression.

It was Shion's turn to blush, "No it's okay... you cheered me up so..." He fixed the last bead on and handed the bracelet to Ayase with a smile.

Ayase reached out to take it. He was still blushing when he put it on one of his pale wrists.

"Thank you," he said softly. "Maybe... maybe I could make one for you too?"

"It's alright." He smiled again, "You don't have to."

"No, I'd love to! What color would you like?"

"Oh..." He looked at the colours, there were far too many to chose from. He spent a while looking through the fabrics before he found a silver grey colour.

"I like this." He said with a smile.

"Oh! It reminds me of your hair!" Yukiya said with a smile as he held it up to compare to Shion's hair. "Maybe it's a little darker though? It will still look really nice."

Shion smiled, "It is..." He blushed, "It's the colour of my friends eyes, it's really pretty isn't it..."

Alright it was slightly off, he didn't think he would be able to actually replicate Rat's eyes with fabric at all, but it was close.

"Really? Is it a friend that you really care about?" he asked, smiling a bit with a slight blush creeping up into his cheeks.

Shion's blush got worse and he smiled as he nodded, looking sad. "Yes. I do."

Yukiya reached out and touched Shion's arm. "Then I hope it helps you remember the good things about them."

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