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thecapitol2013-11-03 09:48 pm
gamemakers) wrote in thecapitol2013-11-03 09:48 pm
Entry tags:
harvest time
Who| Everyone in the Capitol
What| Harvest Festival
Where| A private venue near the base of one of the mountains.
When| A warm evening this week. Feel free to be time wobbly if your character eats it this week and you want to have them tag in.
Warnings/Notes| None atm. Please put a note in your thread header if anything comes up.
The whole side of the building looked like it had been taken out, and the bright gold aspens coaxed to spread down into the ball room, their yellow leaves shimmering at the slightest movement. In reality the ones within the building were fake, illusions that shuddered whether there was a wind near by or not. They reached tall, hiding the ceiling in their shimmering gold, leaves fluttering to the ground, covering it in a soft, gold carpet.
Everyone was dressed in beautiful fall inspired concoction of gold, burgundy, orange. No one was allowed in without a mask to hide their faces, gold being the trending style. A live string band played away, the music filling the whole room. Food was piled everywhere, fall favorites like pumpkin, apples, and corn, but all with a distinct Capitol twist- apple sushi rolls with thick pieces of tuna and sweet corn puree shots.
All this food poured out of a huge cornucopia in the middle, stretching up over a story tall, formed of metal, just like those in the arena. Party favors spilled out too, gilded aspen leaves and delicate glass blown pumpkins.
Whoever was throwing this party wasn't cutting corners.
What| Harvest Festival
Where| A private venue near the base of one of the mountains.
When| A warm evening this week. Feel free to be time wobbly if your character eats it this week and you want to have them tag in.
Warnings/Notes| None atm. Please put a note in your thread header if anything comes up.
The whole side of the building looked like it had been taken out, and the bright gold aspens coaxed to spread down into the ball room, their yellow leaves shimmering at the slightest movement. In reality the ones within the building were fake, illusions that shuddered whether there was a wind near by or not. They reached tall, hiding the ceiling in their shimmering gold, leaves fluttering to the ground, covering it in a soft, gold carpet.
Everyone was dressed in beautiful fall inspired concoction of gold, burgundy, orange. No one was allowed in without a mask to hide their faces, gold being the trending style. A live string band played away, the music filling the whole room. Food was piled everywhere, fall favorites like pumpkin, apples, and corn, but all with a distinct Capitol twist- apple sushi rolls with thick pieces of tuna and sweet corn puree shots.
All this food poured out of a huge cornucopia in the middle, stretching up over a story tall, formed of metal, just like those in the arena. Party favors spilled out too, gilded aspen leaves and delicate glass blown pumpkins.
Whoever was throwing this party wasn't cutting corners.
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'Well, he doesn't', she could append to Katurian's statement, but why bother?
She circles around Shion, one finger tapping the neck of her wine glass.
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His eyes flickered towards the woman, blinking nervously at her amendment. He felt like prey and he tried not to spin around to follow her circling. All instincts screamed to not have her at his back.
"Can... can I help you?"
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He reached out to take Shion's hand. The gesture was automatic. Easy.
"I'm so glad you remembered my name." Something wavered under his words, but his smile was fixed and his eyes remained bright. "So very glad."
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He tried to place the voice, the posture. The way she moved. All without seeing her face but he realised he did know her, his initial feeling was right.
"You killed Ariadne." Killed, on television, an example to them all. Not disappeared in the night, all evidence of her existence erased. That was the difference between No. 6 and Panem.