harvest time

[gamemakers]

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.

Comments

[president_evil]

If Shion meant to insult him, he was going to have to give it more effort than that.

In the face of it, Wesker merely smiled, all sharp, even white teeth, and leaned closer, shifting his weight to the heel closer to Shion.

"I am not inclined to give them another chance at my life, Mr. Shion. I value it too highly." The teeth disappeared again, sliding back his lips - though said mouth remained curled, high and amused. "And I also believe I can be of more use outside the arena."

Making friends in all the right places....

[savedbyasong]

He didn't, it had been curiosity that had prompted him to ask. An anomaly. Something that didn't fit.

Most of the others were in the Arena, Wesker wasn't.

"That's what I thought too... that I'd be more useful out here." Of course Wesker had done that by winning, Shion just died.

[president_evil]

"As I'm sure you could be..." Wesker moved back again, head tilting. "Though, a word of advice if I may - you get out, what you put in. It's a business, for the romantic trappings, and they need a reason to believe in you, and what you're selling."

Spoken as a man of experience. Once more Umbrella's Chairman, watching clones slaughtered by the hundreds in the name of science.

In the name of perfection.

"They are more games being played here than the one in the arena."

[savedbyasong]

"I know." He looked down, he wasn't suited for such games though. But still he had to try, he was even less suited to the arena.

"I will do my best to help them believe." Even if he found it hard to believe in himself.

[president_evil]

"Make them, Mr. Shion. Don't settle for maybes."

Shion turned away, but Wesker was unflinching, inescapable. The red and gold eyes pinned on the other man.

"After all, you're already risking the chance of all - don't give them the opportunity to make it meaningless."

[savedbyasong]

"It won't be meaningless." Black-purple eyes flickered back up to Wesker, something else in them than before.

"I won't let them make it meaningless, not for anyone."

[president_evil]

"See that you do." His knuckles tapped against his palm, eyeing Shion for a beat longer with his reptilian eyes before turning away, presumably content that his point had been made.

And deciding for himself that the conversation was all but finished. "I'd hate to think the results otherwise."

[savedbyasong]

Shion nodded, still wide eyed. And backed away slowly, not turning his back on Wesker. "I hope you enjoy the party..."