Test Drive Meme

[etcircenses]

Welcome new Tributes!

The Capitol has gathered a good crop of you at once, and to help morale, and to ease you into Capitol society they are throwing a banquet, just for those who work with the Games. Stylists, Escorts, mentors, a few of the Capitol elite, and of course, you all, the Tributes.

Instead of waking up in the normal way, new Tributes awake in lush beds, in a very posh ski lodge. Elegant but simple clothes are laid out for them, in a warm grey, and a note to come down as soon as they are ready. And if they linger too long, a peacekeeper appears to escort them down.

Those from the Capitol, are brought in on chartered party buses, one for each District, which are about as posh as a bus can get. It's a roughly 45 minute drive, well out of the Capitol's city limits.

Although the party is "mellow" by Capitol standards, it is still pretty damn extravagant. Alcohol flows freely, and banquet tables are kept fully stocked by silent avoxes. The whole ski lodge has been cleared out, and guest can hit up an ice skating rink, or pick out a swim suit and jumped into the huge, natural hot springs tubs.

As the night drags on, however, all does not go as planned. Half way through the night, there is a tremendous roar, and the hotel is plunged into pitch blackness. There is chaos for roughly 10 minutes, till low power emergency lights flicker on. However the generators don't have the power to keep the heater going.

A first aid station is set up, and the avoxes start pulling in blankets to the main lobby, lighting a fire in the fireplace and doing what they can to keep everyone warm. It is quickly communicated that there was an avalanche, and although the hotel remains in good shape, the power and the road to the Capitol has been cut out.

It's going to be a long night.


OOC INFORMATION

Welcome to the test drive meme for thegames!

We are both a jamjar and a Hunger Games AU character game. You can choose to either have your character ported in from their world or AU them into Panem. Detailed knowledge of the Hunger Games is not required. We accept just about any character and character type that we can work into the world, including AUs, OCs, and up to 3 multiples (however, each versions of a character must be significantly different from the others.)

All the information you need can be found in this post, which can always be found at the top of the mod account. And if you don't find something you need, the FAQ is here, so drop us a line!

Welcome, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

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The Main Banquet Hall

[etcircenses]

Pre-Avalanche.

Tanikaze Nagate | Knights of Cydonia

[nagate]

Alcohol? Banquet food? Nagate didn't really understand, but he was so there, making a bit of a scene in his haste to try everything available. He was nabbing a little bit of everything, most of which were dishes he'd never even tried before. There was a cup in one hand that he took a sip of every so often... which appeared to be full of gravy.

The staff sure was quiet, though! Maybe that was because they were on the job.

"I've never seen this much food in my life! This is great!"

loki | marvel cinematic

[trickstering]

[Appearances were easy enough to keep up. The same simple sort of game he'd always played albeit with different rules. Little had been explained, true, but there was no point to asking stupid questions. Answers were garnered easily enough with patience, and that patience was fortuitously being tempered with a banquet almost as would befit a king. (Almost, because, well.) That left only waiting - waiting and observing, for whatever reason they'd all been called here for or whatever power had managed to pull him here from his own realm.]

[boyfromthecupboard]

[He wasn't the only one biding his time. Harry picked his way along the banquet table, taking a piece here and there without looking at them, eyes always moving. He knew how many Peacekeepers there were in the room, their uniforms obvious. He knew, a little more roughly, how many of the attendees were 'guests' like himself. And he knew when someone else was playing the watching game too. Another aimless wander across that side of the room, and he leaned against a table near the other watcher, picking at his food with a blankly pleasant expression.]

You look as new as me.

Michiru Kaiou | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon (Panem AU)

[marinecathedrale]

When the party had been announced, it was natural that the Capitol would require the services of musicians for the banquet. As per usual, a short list was drawn up, and Michiru was on it. She made no complaint, then. when the knock came on the door, and a Peacekeeper informed her that she was to perform the next night. And to dress well - and carefully.

As a loyal District 4 citizen, of course Michiru gladly complied. And so when it was time for her solo, she was ready. Her attire was deceptively simple - her low-cut, spaghetti strap dress was blue, as were her long gloves, seemingly made of shimmering material. On closer look, however, the dress revealed that it was made of hundreds of elegant sheen satin scales, which individually glittered in the lights. A conch shell clip kept most of the hair out of her face as she picked up her violin out of its case.

Slowly taking off her gloves - men in the audience enjoyed it - and then brought the violin to her cheek with a delicate bend of her neck. Her bow was rosined and her strings were taut. And so, she played. And when she was done playing, and the claps had ceased, she mingled, looking to see who was new, and who was old, among the Tributes. To talk to them. To gauge them.

After all, if any rebel knew how to play the Capitol well and leave them unsuspecting, it was those of her home District. Even now they did so, navigating the cold, murky waters, confusing the sharks. And the violinist couldn't just let her comrades have all the fun playing in that water without her.

[sisterhood]

"I see you've come to grace us with your talent again."

Kaena spoke smoothly, with a pleasant purr to her voice. Her hair was platinum blond, a stylistic choice she often made to match her bright colored gowns. If Michiru's outfit was a sight to behold, Kaena had made sure hers took the spotlight in its own right, a touch of class with a scratch of an edge.

She waited, glass in her hand, eyes intently set on the young woman. A smile curled the corner of her lips, giving an almost feline quality to her features.

Elizabeth Midford | Kuroshitsuji

[andallthingsnice]

[The bed is not her own, and the clothes are not her own, and there is absolutely nothing familiar at all in the room. She pulls on the soft grey dress with hands that only shake a little bit and then stares out the window at the snow in confusion.

The Peacekeeper that escorts her down to the banquet hall isn't much more helpful than the note. But Lizzie knows how to be strong, and so she smiles and laughs and has empty little conversations with people who approach her. She's going to pretend she's not afraid. She's going to pretend she's not gauging possible exits and the likelihood she'll be able to run away.

She's fourteen and blonde and British, and she smiles brightly, holding a plate full of little cakes in one hand and talking to anyone who listens.]

Have you tried these? They're delicious!

[cherryblossomnoose]

[When the plate of cakes ends up in front of him, he laughs lightly.]

I haven't had the chance yet.

[He picks one up off the plate, thanking her with a bow of his head and a smile, before taking a bite. It was unlike anything he'd had before. He normally didn't partake in too many sweets (unless his sister handed them to him -- he would eat whatever she gave him), but this cake was particularly delicious.]

Mm...You're right. They are delicious!

Carlos the scientist | Welcome to Night Vale

[youbarium]

[A stranger walks into the banquet hall, gazing around in confusion -- and more than a little apprehension. He is a scientist. That should be obvious to anyone looking at him since he is wearing a lab coat over the warm, Capitol-provided clothes. He is also very handsome. Not even the clunky glasses on his face can disguise how gorgeous he is. His hair is perfect.

Who is he? What does he want? Why is he wearing a dorky lab coat from home over otherwise elegant and stylish clothes? Does he even need those glasses? Why is he walking up to you?]

Excuse me. Sorry to bother you, but I have some questions about all this.

Re: Carlos the scientist | Welcome to Night Vale

[formersurgeon]

Joan had looked for tea, but as wide as the selection of drinks is, it seems the only non-alcoholic offerings are a multi-colored punch and hot chocolate. She settles for the chocolate, and is just turning away from the table, mug in hand, when Carlos approaches her.

She blinks when he speaks to her, taken by how amazingly attractive he is. He's wearing a lab coat. Doctor? No, doctors don't usually wear lab coats outside the hospital or the office. It doesn't seem to be a uniform. Some kind of scientist? It would fit with him having questions.

"Sure." She offers him her hand. "Joan Watson."

Marco Bodt | Attack on Titan (Victor AU)

[onlyleft]

It feels like it's been ages since he's been in the Capitol. It has been a few years, but not as many as it seems like it's been. He's not sure if he glad to be back - it's not his neighbors that are being sent off to die anymore, but these people didn't ask for this. They don't deserve to be a part of this.

He sighs, keeping to the edges of the banquet hall. He doesn't bother to hide the way he stares at some of the more inhuman looking tributes, and a few he even approaches for conversation. All in all he's doing his best to blend into the background.

But the way he keeps rubbing at his right eye might be a bit weird.

And then the way it pops out when he rubs it too hard is definitely weird.

"Ah, shoot..."

[hardertheyfall]

Reiner hasn't been mingling much, there's a lot of strange people here and he doesn't quite have his bearings yet. Everywhere he looks there's something weird or out of place or just plain unbelievable. When he spots Marco he's on the other side of the room. It supports the theory that he might have died, since the last time he heard Marco he wasn't half the man he once was.

It's more than a little disconcerting to see him missing an eye once he gets closer. But it's also weirdly reassuring that he wasn't wrong about something being horribly wrong.

"Marco?"

[relatability]

It isn't, he thinks the moment he realizes why the face looked so familiar, the exact same moment that he spotted the face at all from the the other side of a group of partygoers, from between the bright flashes of color of their feathered dresses. Nobody complains when the glass slips from Jean's slackened grip in his surprise, but if anybody actually did, he probably didn't hear it. He forgets to breathe, a chill like ice cold water pouring through his body at the name that comes to mind when he sees that face: Marco.

It isn't. It cannot be. Marco Bodt is dead.

But... can it be?

He's moving before he really thinks about it, one shaky step after another, weaving through people, accidentally bumping into a woman who gives a surprised "oh!" before the party swallows her up again, the collision forgotten by her and unnoticed by him. He moves until he's right behind the stranger and he reaches out his hand to grab the man's arm.

"Marco?"

Just for this meme-- Gamzee Makara | Homestuck (Hemostuck AU)| Language Warn

[sonofabaybeast]

This place is a trip. One big ass glorious trip that goes on and on like the buffet table before him, by Messiahs, he has never seen so much food in his life and it all looks like Shangri-la platter-served, a motherfucker could up and get on crying, he could. The whole place is crawling with what seems to be like a whole lot of aliens and a whole lot of highbloods. Alien highbloods. That's some right harshwhimsical fairytale tv-show shit and he's never even seen TV before. They shoved him into a suit and fuck yeah he went hissing and fighting the whole unrighteous way, but they seemed to forgive and they actually got to deigning magnimonious and left him his paint; he can't decide if he feels relieved or not now with it on.

But the other bits? It sticks in his craw, it does. They want him to cull and yeah, sure, he's culled, he's culled lots. But these ain't zombies and he can't see none of these people getting to turn any time soon. The ones he can tell are his fellow tributes-to-be --and he can tell, a brother can always tell-- don't even look like to be getting their harsh on in times hashed in the now at all. Whole and true, most of them just look like they're needing to get a hug, and really, he could go for one too. What is a brother to do but follow his gumptions? What is he to do but get a listen on to his own heart?

So that's what he goes to do.

Re: Just for this meme-- Gamzee Makara | Homestuck (Hemostuck AU)| Language Warn

[sleeplessinalternia]

Karkat squints at the troll. He looks like Gamzee, only older, which could mean one of two things. He is Gamzee, only older, or he's... fuck, something like another Fraysong, maybe the one from Beforus. Karkat has no fucking clue.

He's not entirely sure what to say to a Gamzee here anyway--especially since there'd been that, well, thing between them where he'd thought kind of? sort of? maybe? that Gamzee had been pale for him... and that he'd sort of been a tiny bit pale for him back. But they'd never had anything official--unless there was something about the future that Terezi wasn't telling him about--and Karkat had another moirail and fuck, fuck, this was stupid. But there's nothing for it. He just ends up standing there, staring at Gamzee, and not really daring to make a move.

Tsukasa | .hack//Sign

[twilightskeeper]

Blinking his eyes open, Tsukasa remains otherwise motionless for a few minutes. The light hum of the lights and his shallow breathing the only sounds he can hear. Raising his hand to his face, he flexes them once before he slowly sits up on the bed.

Where am I? he looks around a bit confused. This isn't any of the zones I know of...

Finally noticing the note, Tsukasa takes his time reading over and over again until finally a peacekeeper comes to whom he asks few questions about what is going on. He never was much of a talker himself and figures this is just a new area and npc's from The World...

Finally convinced to come down to the party, Tsukasa takes his time looking around, staying away from the crowds and keeping to himself as much as possible while timidly enjoying some of the food. Somehow, the items in this zone taste a lot better than the ones he's tried before.

Kevin | Welcome to Night Vale

[asmilinggod]

Parties! Kevin just loved parties. He had gone to a few for the company, y'know, just from time to time - but they were hardly ever this big and bustling. There were just so many people in here! How exciting!

The peculiar man had picked his way along the banquet table, and now he was standing about with a plate full of...meat. Lots of meat - of every description, though the less cooked it was, the more likely it was that it was on his plate. Grin plastered across his face, obsidian eyes staring out into the ground, he tossed a piece of chicken into his mouth, still smiling as he chomped at it between pointed teeth.

He also had a glass of champagne, naturally. No need to be rude when it was so kindly offered!

[void_whereprohibited]

This early on in the evening, the most productive thing there is to do, in Cecil's opinion, is to take as thorough a survey as possible of the new Tributes. This is, after all, a rare opportunity - not a packed-full public party, not some stuffy Gamemaker's soiree, but a relaxed, semi-private getaway, free of (unnecessary) cameras and open to the most natural kind of conversation. No interviews; no bright lights; just a gentle, friendly meeting of worlds.

With this purpose in mind, he's meandering through the crowd with his own flute of champagne in his hand, flashing smiles at friends and looking intently into the faces of occupied Tributes as he passes. He's not thinking about anything in particular-- the food is good, the ambiance is lovely, the anticipation leading up to the Games is at its not-quite-boiling point and everything is--

--Who is that?

Most of the people here sit rather solidly on one side or another of the human/not-human divide. There are the Capitolites; the Tributes from their almost-Panem worlds; and then the ones like the gray-skinned, horned trolls, or that... many-legged deer-creature by the beverage table. Cecil stops when he realizes that Kevin does not fit solidly in either camp - human from a distance, yes, but his eyes don't change color properly with any shift in light, and even from the opposite side of the banquet table he can see those teeth...

He approaches. "Hello," he says, and the word is an invitation-- low and intent and intrigued. ...And friendly, he hopes. Friendly is important. Tributes: They're more than seasonal trends, these days!

[sisterhood]

It was whispered amongst the shadows of society that a woman like Kaena was an avid fan of the supernatural, of the esoteric. Especially since the games had taken a turn and brought in strangers from outside worlds, the self-proclaimed witch had taken interest in what they could do, what lied inside their nature, beyond the human guise. She'd always wanted to know more - to be more. Power was a hunger she could never rid herself of, and one she gladly welcomed at all times. One day she would carry enough of it in the palm of her hand to rule, be it from behind-the-scenes or in front of the camera.

For now, she took her interest to private conversations and left them there. Drawn to his eyes and teeth, Kaena stepped closer, glass in her hand, make-up dark and gown elaborate. It was clear she was no tribute, even in the way her lips curled into a smile.

"Is it to your liking? Our gastronomy."

[casaerotica13]

Gabriel was mingling. Oh, he loved parties, too. Especially this one as it didn't have any really really creepy aspects. Like Enjolras' Crowning thing. He was still a little flustered about that.

This, though. It was nice and normal and reminded him of the good old days where he just hung out with humanity because he wanted to. Not because he had to. Yes, it was a nice evening.

"Dude," he said, approaching this new face, but keeping an eye on his plate instead. "You need more chocolate in there."

kaena | OC ( panem au )

[sisterhood]

Kaena wasn't exactly unknown among these parts. A new face, yes, a débutante with her eyes set on the higher reaches of society and her claws sunk deep into the roots of corruption, but a name that had long ago been heard of. She was known for her hunger for power, her thirst for knowledge of the supernatural and the esoteric, with added interest in tributes who could not call themselves fully human without telling a little white lie. It was true that every citizen of Panem wanted little more than to watch these tributes do what they had brought in to do - survive and kill - but Kaena saw more potential in them than that. It was only a matter of time until she drained them of it.

Gown elaborate and make-up dark on her lips and around her eyes, the pale witch brushed her fingers on the lip of a glass, eyes downcast before her gaze fluttered around the room, slow and intent. She would not go to them - she'd wait for them to come to her, and when they did, she'd softly say:

"I've been watching you."

june may | cloth road | panem au

[topmodel]

[even though it's a sort of feast, she's not touching food. eating in such a public environment would be firstly an invitation to run the risk of a stain, and secondly she had eaten before she came. drinking is another manner, and as long as she keeps herself carefully moderated, it shouldn't be a problem. a little bad press goes a long way for a model of any rank, let alone one like her.

why even come? as a sponsor, it would do well to evaluate the Tributes before the next Arena, see who even had a sliver of potential to be worthy of her assistance. seedlings, all of them, but which ones would bloom? which ones could even come within a mile of the beauty needed to succeed?

no matter. because of them, she shines even more radiantly, a lotus in a muddy pond. in that respect, she thinks she should be delighted she was invited.

so she's looking for those that don't blend in, those who seem to sit ill at ease with this situation--those tended to be the Tributes--and approach them a warm, friendly smile.]

I don't believe I've seen your face before. Would you mind telling me who you are?

Combeferre | Les Miserables

[philosophe]

[This was -- very definitely not Paris. Nor was it the barricades. Perhaps he'd been hit on the head? This could very well be a hallucination borne from blood-loss and dirt on the streets of Paris. Or, less believably, perhaps it was the afterlife; though he put little stock in those thoughts. In any case...the clean clothes were most certainly welcome. He might as well investigate, whether or not this was a hallucination.

So Combeferre stands in a mostly-unoccupied corner, peering through his spectacles and looking more than slightly baffled at -- well, everything, really.]

Re: Combeferre | Les Miserables

[medecin]

[Truthfully, Joly's a little baffled by all of this as well. And wrapped in five layers of scarves. When he spots a familiar face, well, really a familiar head and shoulders from the distance, he is immediately making an excuse to the crowd of fans he's somehow managed to gather, promising to tell them more hilarious stories of his friends and their escapades later, and making his way over to Combeferre, an almost full glass of wine resting in his hand, which he is almost immediately pressing on his friend.]

Combeferre?! They've brought you into this horror?

[libertin]

[After several months in the Capitol, Courfeyrac is fairly certain that he is not hallucinating any longer. That being said, he is not sure he can believe his eyes when he sees that familiar face in the banquet hall. His stomach does a sick flip and he's torn between feeling elated and overjoyed and feeling like he's about to go into mourning.]

I cannot believe my eyes. Or can I?

[He approaches roughly, as if he might tackle the man.]

What terrible luck. Ah, but I have never been happier!