Who| Gabriel, Hawkeye, and all of their targets
What| Prank War 2014
Where| The Tribute Center (and surrounding areas probably sure)
When| Before the crowning/After the races
Warnings/Notes| Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Just comment in and you'll get one of us if you don't specify who you want.

Who| Everyone who's anyone.
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.

The party is brightly colored.

The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.

Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.

Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.

About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.

WHO: Sam Winchester and OPEN
WHAT: Sam's been killed. Now he's alive. He's not really happy about either.
WHEN: Anytime after his death in Week 4
WHERE: District 4 Apartments, Training Center Common Area, and as he explores, the vicinity
WARNINGS: None yet

The last thing he remembered was being dead. Okay, that didn't narrow things down much, because this wasn't the first time Sam had woken up when he shouldn't have. He'd had an inkling this would be the case, here, given their technology and even more advanced sadism. But he hadn't really been thinking about it, in his final moments. He'd been trying to protect De. Why? He wasn't sure, except it had seemed the thing to do.

And anyway, he'd gotten out of the Arena without killing anyone. Wasn't that a sort of victory?

///

Sam wandered around the training center, poking into any corner he could find, looking for any information that would lead him out. It was fruitless, he already knew this, and his search was, at times, perfunctory. Habit. Because he had to be doing something, but sometimes, that something resembled the shuffling of an automaton. Everything he knew was gone. And he alternated between manic rage and dogged acceptance. Both were exhausting, even if his body no longer felt the effects of starvation.

///

It was inevitable that he'd start to explore. When he wasn't stopped, he ventured further. And it occurred to him that their captors were supremely confident that they would be unable to escape. It was also likely, he thought, that he was being watched constantly--which was why he'd yet to use the communication device. But he could not be deterred from action, even if it was just staying in motion, looking for those he'd met before, inquiring into the deaths of those he'd been briefly comrades with.

Who| Gabriel and/or Holiday AND YOU
What| Catch-all for the District Tours and Capitol Pre-Arena
Where| D8 (Holiday); D11 (Gabriel); Capitol (BOTH)
When| backdated/forwarded. It's a long time, idk.
Warnings/Notes| I can do this, right? Yeah. N/A so far

( States of the characters under this here cut )

Prior to their departure, the Tributes have to suffer a photoshoot, a few interviewers asking them a thousand questions about how excited they are, and more than a few members of their style teams asking the Tributes to bring back mementos. "Don't worry about quality, dears, we can get that all here - we want you to bring us souvenirs for the novelty of it!"

The day of the trip, Tributes are roused bright and early, well before sunrise, and driven in Peacekeeper vans to the train station. It's all rather dour, and not like the start of a vacation at all; if one didn't know what was going on, and if the Escorts and head Stylists weren't chattering excitedly, they might think they were being hauled off to a war zone.

The trains, on the other hand, are plush, fancy things, and there is one per District. There's a single blockaded car for cargo, another for maintenance, driving and Peacekeeping staff, and then several others which are open to the Tributes. A dinner car serves three meals and has small snacks available throughout the day. Another car is an entertainment center with a selection of Capitol-approved films, and a the last one is the Tributes' temporary room. It has a bunk bed for each with sheets that was a truly intense threadcount, and a single massage chair in the back. The Stylists, Mentors and Escorts sleep in the same car, although separated by a partition.

Unfortunately, all the Tributes have to share the sleeping quarters, and it's first-come, first-served.

For the most part, the trip is so smooth that the surface of a glass full of water would not be disturbed. The trips to the closer Districts are a little under a day, but the furthest Districts - 3, 4, 7, 8, 11 and 12 - take nearly 48 hours.

[OOC: For Tributes accepted during the District tours, you can assume they arrived before the departure so they can participate in the District festivities. During the train ride there is still network access. There will only be this post and the party post from the mods for this event, so players are encouraged to make their own of their characters exploring their surroundings and enjoying the Districts.]

Who| Gabriel and Lindsey
What| Old pals meeting up again, apparently
Where| Rooftop of Tribute Center
When| Tonight? Sure
Warnings/Notes| N/A maybe. We'll see Might be NSFW. Oops.

( And all we need of Hell )

Who| OPEN to all. Starters in the comments!
What| Marius and Cosette's garden wedding
Where| Aphrodisia Garden
When| 28th December, evening
Warnings/Notes| Dubious consent of the garter toss kind

( You're just the way I prayed that you would be )

Who: Eliot Spencer and OPEN
When: the day after Enjolras' crowning
Where: Tribute Tower
What: Eliot just isn't in the best mood today
Warnings: language, possible references to prostitution, Eliot's life in the Capitol

( ”I've )

Who| Gabriel and OPEN
What| Waking up in a strange place
Where| The Tribute Tower
When| A few hours before Enjolras' Crowning
Warnings/Notes| N/A

( Fresh Angel Meat )

 WHO| Glinda and whomever might come across her 
WHAT| Glinda gets drunk off her bubble 
WHERE| District 9 Suite and Capitol bar 
WHEN| A couple days after valentines 
WARNINGS| Drunkenness and reminiscing on the arena

She'd sat in her room for hours in the outfit she'd been put into that morning.

Glinda had spent the last few days in seclusion since making a fool of herself on her first outing out since leaving the Arena. But unfortunately every time she closed her eyes she had nightmares. It was of herself, a wicked witch, one who used dark magicks and killed people and took no kindness or joy in the world and sought only greed and evil.

She found her feet bringing her out of the tribute suite and into the Capitol's streets.

The witch didn't know where she was going but she knew that she needed something to make her forget lest she never sleep again. It wasn't long until she brought herself to the door of a tavern. Normally she wouldn't dare. She was too highborn a lady to go into a tavern. Something prompted her into pushing the door open and going inside though. Before long she was sat and staring at a neon coloured cocktail.

Hours passed and glasses came and went and now Glinda found herself slumped forward in her seat and leaning on the table, cheeks pink and room spinning uncomfortingly. She was also drinking the next concoction they'd brought her through a curly straw. Oh how the mighty had fallen, she bitterly thought to herself.