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[calofhearting]

Setting: Caesar Flickerman's After-Party, The Museum of Panem History Who: Open

Calista had always thought that District Two was one of the most glamorous places that you could find in Panem. She had been so wrong. It was laughable, the thought that District Two could hold a candle to the opulence of the Capitol. She had thought that she knew what the Capitol looked like, but viewing it through a screen was a lie. An illusion. Everything seemed brighter and larger and she found the effect to be rather dizzying. How...did these people manage this every day?

She had followed the crowd to the After-Party, unsure of what she was really doing there. It was filled with strangers, and all she wanted was to find a familiar face. She would have even accepted a friendly face. Being from the Districts she felt almost like...a pet that some of the Capitol people found amusing. She didn't like the feeling.

It was a relief to find a decently empty room, but in the next breath, she realized what the room was. On display were the outfits that the tributes wore...and right in front of her was an outfit that she knew very well. Cato's. Her feet seemed to guide themselves and within moments she found herself standing in front of it. She reached out to touch the glass.

"Cato," she whispered, tears burning in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. A noise behind her startled her, and she whipped around. "Can you give me a minute?" She snapped.

[incaensio]

setting : any exhibition room in the museum during caesar's after party. with : anyone ! @eventidestarters

constantinus can barely remember the last quell — he had been seven and something, and his mother was pregnant, so he had been dragged around between her room (free of all things of the games, because at the very least the capitol doctors knew the images could be disturbing for an expecting mother) and his grandparents' mansion, where the images of the beautiful forest and the forty - eight tributes were constant. if he squints, he can see blood coating the wings of the stuffed muttation that once had been the very thing to kill one of the kids from twelve (he had gasped and cried himself to sleep that night, getting rid of his own parakeet, as if the thing was anything like the mutts that killed maysilee donner).

filled with a wave of nausea, he tosses his pink drink on the carpet floor and kicks his feet against it, moving on to the next room. no, he did not care for the warning of no consumption around the exhibition rooms — he's been here a thousand times and has always made a scene of eating whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, and it would be no different now; like then, he is not stopped either. in fact, he gives a bright sneering smile to the peacekeeper at the door as he walks in another room, taking out a flask from inside his jacket and pouring in the glass he had just emptied a few moments ago. before he can take a sip, however, someone comes in his line of vision, and the blond halts his step.

"if you could have anything from this room. anything at all," he makes a motion with his glass, towards all of the artifacts from all times of panem, some perhaps even older than the treaty of treason itself. "what would it be?" constantinus gives a tilt of his head to his interlocutor. "and what would you do with it?"

[fatefought]

@incaensio | @mxllitiam | @subsiist

the night has dragged on, but is far from over. any other year, the scores of four and six would be the most eventful aspect of the day. instead, focus was on the interruption that transpired at caesar's afterparty. it hung in the air like a smog, even if most partygoers seemed unconcerned to it all. after witnessing it with effie, and subsequently talking to katniss, haymitch had spent the rest of his time at the event talking with sponsors and other mentors. at the end of the day, the quell still begins tomorrow. it's ever apparent when the team is in the town car with chandler and hazelle. had they had more time, haymitch would have gruffed about leaving it for the next day when their tributes were training. that luxury is one that none of them can afford.

soon they're up on the roof top. he can only assume the tributes are sleeping. ( he hopes they are, but he couldn't the night before the second quell. ) pink fabric is suffocating and itchy, but there was no time to change out of this capitolite costume. the summer, night air is warm. lights of the city shine bright below. people are still out and about, excited for what's to come at noon tomorrow. the older victor turns to look at the rest of the team, arms crossed. ( very friendly look, haymitch ! ) " it's good that we decided to stick around after ... everything. " he first acknowledges. some of the mentors did return to the tribute center soon after. seeder retired soon after ; she waved him goodnight as she did. " do we wanna start with the elephant in the room or better news ? i think effie had something she wanted to say. " thought of what the escort had to say has since left his mind. abernathy was still shocked she'd never watched the tribute deaths !

[dellcartwrights]

Setting: Caesar's Party, Pre-Broadcast @incaensio

Delly had been to plenty of parties back in Twelve. She had helped to host a lot of them, and she had helped to sneak the alcohol into the parties when she wasn't on hostess duty. But she had never been to a party like this. She had never seen anything like this. The Capitol was so much more than she had ever imagined, and she felt strangely privileged to get to see it. But at night, when she was lying in her outrageously comfortable bed she had been left feeling...unsettled. And she couldn't quite put her finger on why or what it was that had her feeling that way.

It had been a while since she had seen Peeta, and she was starting to grow worried. He was probably fine, but she didn't like leaving him alone for too long. Especially here. She had been glad that she was a lottery winner because it meant she could come with him and keep her eye on him. He had been acting stranger than usual lately and she didn't like it.

She took a sip of her drink, she thought it was alcoholic but she had never had anything like it back in Twelve, and scanned the room again. Spotting Katniss off to the side, Delly sighed. It had been a while since she had tried with Katniss, and she had promised herself that she would do better, so she made her way over to the familiar face.

"Hey, Katniss! Quite the party, huh? This is nothing like back in Twelve. I thought that I was a good hostess but I think Caesar Flickerman has me beat." She smiled. "You look so pretty, by the way."

[underseetruths]

setting: the capitol, during the caesar flickerman afterparty with: @subsiist (madge + peeta) as    madge    stepped    into    the    lavish    capitol    event,    her    heart    fluttered    with    a    mix    of    anticipation    and    trepidation.    the    after    party,    hosted    by    caesar    flickerman,    was    abuzz    with    vibrant    energy,    echoing    the    high-stakes    atmosphere    of    the    hunger    games.    yet,    for    madge,    this    gathering    held    a    significance    beyond    mere    entertainment.    it    marked    her    first    encounter    with    peeta     since    the    announcement    of    the    75th    hunger    games,    where    both    their    lives    had    been    irrevocably    changed. with    a    composed    exterior,    madge    scanned    the    room,    her    eyes    searching    for    the    familiar    face.    she    could    not    help    but    feel    a    mix    of    curiosity,    sympathy,    and    a    tinge    of    guilt.    as    she    spotted    peeta    amidst    the    crowd,    engaged    in    conversation    with    other    capitol    residents,    madge    took    a    moment    to    steady    herself,    drawing    upon    the    strength    that    lay    within    her. taking    a    deep    breath,    madge    approached    peeta    with    a    blend    of    grace    and    cautious    optimism.    she    knew    the    weight    of    their    shared    history,    the    moments    of    camaraderie    and    the    secrets    they    had    kept.    but    she    also    understood    the    complexities    and    emotional    turmoil    that    had    entangled    them    in    the    aftermath    of    the    quarter    quell    announcement     not     too     long    ago.    as    she    reached    peeta's    side,    madge    offered    him    a    gentle    smile,    an    unspoken    acknowledgment    of    the    uncharted    territory    they    found    themselves    in. in    her    voice,    there    was    a    hint    of    sincerity    mixed    with    a    touch    of    vulnerability.    "peeta,"    she    began,    her    tone    soft    yet    steady,    "it's    been    a    while.    how    are    you    holding    up    after    everything ??"    the    question    held    layers    of    meaning,    inviting    peeta    to    share    not    only    the    superficial    pleasantries    of    the    event    but    also    to    delve    deeper    into    their    shared    experiences.    madge    hoped    that    in    this    moment,    they    could    find    a    semblance    of    understanding    and    perhaps    even    a    glimmer    of    solace    amidst    the    chaos    that    surrounded    them.

[ofcressida]

Setting: Caesar Flickerman's After-Party, The Museum of Panem History

Who: Cressida and Haymitch ( @fatefought)

Honestly, she really was not surprised with how over the top Flickerman had gone for this party. Cressida had been to her fair share of parties in the Capitol. The Astors tended to be invited to a lot of them. They were among the elite, and both Cressida and her parents were renowned film makers. Of course, Cressida herself was not simply involved with only the film making these days. Although tonight she was more on show for her Capitol side. She might actually be a rebel, but she was also from the Capitol. And so, she could quite enjoy a party at times. Of course, parties associated with the games were not so enjoyable.

Like for example the lovely combination of previous keys. The film was pretty well put together. It impressed her as much as she images made her sick. She couldn't believe that she'd one day enjoyed putting the games together, having taken pride in what her parents did. Cressida was only glad she could now make a difference.

Though, she couldn't believe how easily most people in the room returned to partying. Were these really her people? It was hard not to show a look of disgust to be honest. She turned around, shaking her head, and then very nearly walked into someone. "Haymitch. Sorry about that." She mused, shaking her head. "Mind's not exactly on where I am walking"

[mxllitiam]

WHERE: Ceasar Flickerman's after-party CLOSED for @perfectaches

Gale looks as if he's seen a ghost. Or perhaps he looks like the ghost itself, his eyes sunken in, his usually tanned skin suddenly pale. There's a flute of something in his hand, a cup made from a glass so fine that it tinkled cutely when his nail hit against it. He can't remember ever seeing something like this. He can't remember ever being more disgusted.

The booming loudness is the first thing that registers when he walks in. He's more shoved than anything, brought over to this party by some Capitolite idiots who were in charge of giving the lottery winners the full experience. The full experience means enough color to make him dizzy and people retching in the bathroom. Gale has been struggling to play the game right. There's an understanding somewhere in his mind that he needs to play nice, he needs to keep his teeth from baring at any throat that passes in front of him because he might get something from this. He's waiting for the right opportunity, he's waiting for salvation, from somewhere. He can't risk being sent back to Twelve kicking and screaming and ruin any chance he has of saving his mother.

His eyes scout the place for her immediately and he bites back the panic rising up when he can't find her. Rationality seems to be slipping from his grip these days -- Snow would actually hate killing a tribute before a Game even starts. Still, he can't help the way he searches for her with quick feet and an increasing heartbeat.

He turns a corner, narrowly avoiding spilling his stupid drink -- which he hasn't yet dared take a sip of -- on someone, and then, relief. His mother is here, hiding up on a perfectly secluded corner, and he swallows down the emotion that threatens to spill out from his tongue. He should've known she would be somewhere like here; hiding sounds perfect. "Good spot," he chokes out the praise, voice restrained by the still increased pulse hammering on his chest. His arms cross, maybe in an attempt to hold himself together, and he leans his shoulder against hers. "Hey. This place is as fucking horrifying as I anticipated." A beat, and then it makes him think about how this is her new reality, too. He doesn't have any right to complain. He's being a child, which he regrettably always seems to be, around her. "I'm sorry," he murmurs around the lump in his throat, as if he hadn't said it a million times, once a minute, every bit of time they spend together now.

[vengefvlx]

Setting: Caesar Flickerman's After-Party, The Museum of Panem History

Who: Open

Cadence honestly wanted to be anywhere than right here. From the moment that she had won her games the parties and the mixing had been the worst parts for her. Cadie wasn't a people person. She could count on one hand the people she truly cared about in this world. it was funny this time round though. This time round, during the quarter quell, all those people were in the Capitol. Apart from Clove who was in a box under the ground back home. Technically, she was here though. The Capitol were once again making profit out of them, even in their deaths. Cadence had already nearly broken one of the boxes that had held a costume Clove had worn last year. But somehow she had managed to control herself.

But she honestly could not wait until Thea said they could go back to district 2's level. She had felt like just hiding away. But that was not how they got sponsors. And she was not going to fail Ezra like she had failed Clove. She could not lose anymore of her family.

She had a flute of some sort of strange Captiol drink in her hand, as she stood off to the side, trying to blend into the background. That was difficult in the gold ensemble that Domi had put her in. It was a shame really. The dress was beautiful, but all Cadie could think of was Clove wearing this exact shade last year. Cadie had been too busy thinking about that, and wanting to leave, that she hadn't even realised someone was talking to her. The brunette blinked, staring at the person.

"I have no idea what you just said"