mod. (thedistrictmod) wrote in districtmarvel, @ 2015-10-15 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, bucky barnes, clint barton, group thread, loki laufeyson, natasha romanoff, peggy carter, scott lang, steve rogers, tony stark |
The 74th Hunger Games Arena Dedication
Who: All past and present Victors are REQUIRED to attend. Escorts, stylists, mentors, and other Capitol folks are highly encouraged to be present.
What: The Grand Opening of the 74th Arena
Where: The Maximoff Hotel, just outside the beautiful and deadly jungle where Wanda Maximoff clawed her way to victory.
Warning: Semi-graphic description of a tribute's death. (Optional) Aphrodisiacs. Drugs, sort of.
The hotel, predictably, had been erected to mimic the sort of stone temple one might find in a jungle. Not that there were any actual jungles in Panem, but some of the old stories had lingered, enough to take root in the minds of the people. The hotel didn't loom, as so many of the Capitol's buildings did; rather, it sprawled out along the land in uneven towers and terraces, the exterior stone purposely aged to make it seem as if it had stood for centuries. The carved towers and terraces were liberally covered in moss and vines, and the front courtyard boasted a waterfall a story high. The infinity pool, located on a high ledge, impossible to reach unless you were a hotel guest, gave the impression that it dropped right off into the jungle below. Guests making use of it could hear the occasional caw of a brightly-colored tropical bird, or perhaps the screech of a monkey, rising above the steady hum of the jungle's insect population.
The inside of the hotel, of course, was as modern as any Capitolite could possibly want, all gleaming, polished floors, glass elevators and plush leather furniture, though it was interspersed with leopard-spotted chaise lounges and tiger-striped rugs, as well as plants with huge, emerald leaves, so vibrant they looked fake. Just outside the hotel's front doors was the courtyard and the waterfall, and beyond that, there was the jungle. Lush and beautiful, it was a paradise filled with exotic creatures and richly-hued flowers, with just the right amount of danger lurking in its greenery to make things exciting. Brave souls could sign up for a tour in which a guide would lead them to the jungle's most memorable spots; where Pietro Maximoff had met his downfall; the site where one of the District 11 tributes had eaten a hallucinogenic fruit and proceeded to scratch herself to death, convinced her skin was crawling with bugs; or where Wanda Maximoff had taken revenge on her brother's killer.
President Stane had been present to deliver the dedication speech, and had then led the crowd in a toast to this year's Victor, Wanda Maximoff. Following the official ribbon cutting, the celebration had begun in earnest. Tours left every hour on the hour, and the animatronic muttations that had littered the Victor's Ball sprung to pseudo-life in their new home in front of the hotel, offering prime photo opportunities for those guests too timid to venture into the jungle itself. The party planners had outdone themselves with the food; crammed buffet tables were everywhere: in the lobby, by the pool, and in front of the waterfall. There were fresh fruits and delicate desserts and cocktails of every color imaginable. In keeping with the spirit of the 74th Games, however, the mouthwatering spread also contained a few surprises. A small sign in the middle of each table proclaimed, "With great risks come great rewards!" and liberally interspersed with the food were bites dosed with a variety of concoctions; one mouthful of succulent red fruit, for example, might send you running for a bush in order to purge your stomach in privacy, while a nibble of a cookie might cause you to have a conversation with a rock, utterly convinced it was replying enthusiastically to your questions. On the other hand, some of the fruits might leave you filled withe euphoric happiness, while at least one drink could, in all honestly, be defined as an aphrodisiac on steroids - slow to kick in, but guaranteed to give your night a happy ending!
Have at, folks! Feel free to take the idea of dosed food and run with it - the world is your oyster.