#mj.event

[mockingjaysfm]

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂  𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂  𝙰  𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚆  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼. loyalty  is  something  fragile  as  the  white  roses  decorating  snow's  mansion.  it  begins  with  the  party,  where  champagne  flows  and  music  sways  its  guests  across  the  floor.  laughter  and  food,  dazzling  smiles  upon  beautiful  faces.  this  is  what  they  are  used  to,  and  it's  what  most  of  our  victors  will  never  learn  to  stomach. 

missions  are  given,  the  sleeper  cell  awakens.  HANI  JANG,  SAGE  HAYASHI  AND  PRUDENCE  WARREN  are  to  be  lookout,  tiny  ear  pieces  installed  in  our  team's  ears  whisper  to  one  another  the  status  of  the  peacekeepers  within  the  vicinity.  they  are  to  be  quiet,  discreet  as  they  linger,  tailing  their  targets  and  keeping  a  low  profile.  easier  said  than  done?

TOBIAS  SNOW  is  to  remain  close  to  the  president  at  all  times,  and  to  ensure  that  the  door  to  his  private  office  is  unlocked  and  accessible  to  his  team.  FINCH  DELVAL  is  to  stick  close  to  his  side  should  danger  arise.  LAVINIA  SNOW  is  to  escort  HONORE  COIN  to  said  office,  to  allow  him  access  and  to  be  ready  to  spring  into  action  should  they  be  spotted.  they  are  to  be  disguised  as  a  pair  of  drunken  lovers  slipping  away  for  quiet  time  should  an  interruption  arise.  whilst  LAVINIA  keeps  watch  by  the  door,  HONORE  is  to  install  a  data  spike  on  snow's  computer  which  will  share  important  files  back  to  district  13  —  capitol  propaganda,  surveillance,  footage  of  executions,  all  damning  and  incredibly  important. 

LIVIA  PLINTH,  LIBRA  RIVEIRA  and  HELBOR  UNDERSAND  (npc)  will  plant  listening  devices  throughout  the  mansion,  slipping  within  its  hallways  and  around  corners,  dropping  the  minuscule  devices  along  the  way. 

all  going  to  plan,  the  mission  will  provide  district  13  with  the  access  it  needs  to  snow's  data  points…  but  it  doesn't.  of  course  it  doesn't.

there  is  a  traitor  in  our  midst,  a  rebel  turncoat  who  attempts  to  reach  snow  as  he  breaks  away  for  a  bathroom  visit.  a  warning  is  offered  to  the  old  man  via  note  slipped  past  FINCH  and  TOBIAS  and  into  the  president's  smooth  hands.  they  must  find  a  way  to  get  rid  of  this  traitor  discreetly,  without  blowing  their  cover  and  shutting  him  up  before  he  can  reveal  the  names  of  the  rebels.  word  is  given  between  ear  pieces  that  the  mission  is  to  be  aborted.  before  HONORE  can  confirm  or  deny  the  success  of  planting  the  data  spike,  a  gunshot  rings  out  throughout  the  channels.  in  trembling  voices,  the  rebels  all  check  in  with  one  another.  all  but  HELBOR  who  is  later  confirmed  dead  by  LIBRA.

it  is  quiet,  controlled  chaos.  the  rebels  rushing  to  return  to  the  party  whilst  holding  their  covers,  keeping  their  emotions  in  check  despite  having  just  lost  a  comrade.  back  to  the  ignorance  and  the  dancing,  the  laughter  sparkling  like  the  drops  of  diamonds  hanging  from  the  chandeliers.  snow  must  make  a  move  before  anyone  catches  wind  of  something  going  awry.  we  see  it  as  the  president  clinks  a  fork  against  his  glass,  pulling  the  attention  back  to  himself.  he  is  unruffled  despite  it  all,  smiling  as  he  announces  a  special  surprise. 

the  lights  dim,  and  screens  flicker  to  life  around  the  room.  there  he  is,  the  beloved  CAESAR  FLICKERMAN  is  standing  upon  that  familiar  stage,  announcing  to  the  world  that  this  particular  hunger  games  is  due  to  be  a  special  one,  indeed.  this  hunger  games,  which  will  honour  coriolanus  snow,  will  see  that  the  pool  of  tributes  are  to  be  reaped  from  the  existing  pool  of  victors.

silence.  it  feels  as  though  our  victors'  stomachs  drop  as  it  all  settles  in.  and  then,  applause.  the  capitolites  are  practically  gleeful,  some  of  them  even  reaching  out  to  shake  our  victors'  hands  in  their  congratulations,  exclaiming  that  this  will  be  the  best  games  ever.  above  it  all,  is  president  snow,  watching. 

in  a  final  moment,  caesar's  face  distorts  and  the  screens  cut  to  black.  a  cold,  steady  voice  announces  “this  is  a  pirate  transmission  with  a  message  from  the  districts.  the  mockingjays  live.”

the  lights  cut  out,  and  the  party  is  over.  peacekeepers  rush  the  confused  guests  from  the  party,  urging  them  back  into  the  city  where  our  victors  return  to  their  lodgings,  capitolites  to  their  homes.  a  sense  of  danger  settles  over  the  city,  but  beneath  it,  there  is  a  feeling  of  hope.

we  are  now  progressing  to  the  moment  that  our  victors  find  out  they  are  to  be  reaped  for  this  year's  hunger  games!  feel  free  to  continue  threads  from  part  one  of  the  event,  to  also  write  threads  during  and  after  the  events,  including  your  muses  back  home  in  their  districts  if  you  wish.  please  don't  progress  writing  to  the  reaping  as  this  will  come  in  our  next  plotdrop!

muns  writing  within  the  rebel  mission,  feel  free  to  headcanon  or  write  out  what  happened!  please  dm  the  main  for  anything  major  you  wish  to  happen  to  your  muses  during  the  mission!

[thoroughfxre]

closed starter for @likeallfires, TOBIAS SNOW + FINCH DELVAL. during rebel mission.

FINCH IS TRYING TO BE COOPERATIVE. It's not exactly a skill in their wheelhouse, being a team player. Much less with a Snow. Their nature is to distrust -- especially those who have benefited from their lineage and the silver spoon in their mouth. Forgive them for being skeptical. But still -- cooperative. Easier said than done, especially when most of their own actions of rebellion are born of a hatred so bone-deep they can taste the sinew, not of deliberate and calculated movements.

They weren't naive enough to expect to survive any sort of rebellion, to see any change within their lifetime. They certainly weren't gullible enough to believe it was going to be so easy -- they've spent thirty-six years on this Earth clawing and biting their way to survive. It's not lost on Finch that there would be no peace and change if District did not learn to trust Capitolite, that Finch would need to trust the Snow kid. Unfortunately, it would be a cold day in Hell before that happened.

But they had to act nice, at least.

For Finch, acting nice was saying not much at all, really. They had a tendency to come off as rude. Or so they're told, anyway. "He's been gone for a while. Shouldn't you go, I dunno, check on him?" Their voice is kept low even as they converse with Tobias through the headset, arms crossed as they lean against a nearby wall close to him.

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | CAPPED. ( 3 / 3 )

finch was upset.

there was rarely a time when finch wasn't upset -- but tonight more so. the scores felt like bullshit, the outfits made their eyes hurt and the grating laughter was enough to make them want to scream so loud it would drown out the awful music playing. unlike any other time, finch could not draw any more attention to themself than there already was. to top it all off -- they'd lost lark in the crowd.

the kid did whatever he wanted anyway, and they're he'll turn up later in the night to tell finch some random lore he found out about one of the other districts or something. lark was good for that -- he was smart. smarter than finch, exactly like wren. that fourteen-year-old has more of a shot of making it out of here than finch ever did. maybe he'd charm himself up some sponsors -- god knows finch would hardly be able to to that themself. the interviews were soon. they'd have to talk to caesar again.

yeah, they were fucking upset.

"if the other ten clusters of people didn't include you in their conversation, i certainly hope you won't expect any from me." they warn, feeling someone sit next to them. that was unusual. no one sat next to them unless they were forced. finch turns to face them with a slight brow raise, expectant and waiting. the look on their face was clear. what do you want from me?

[gladiatefm]

open to everyone .

they feel shaken , because finally , plutarch has shown them what is in store for the tributes entering the arena . fulvia has lived in this city her entire life , but this is another level up that none of them could possibly expect . she has to remind herself to swallow down the excitement which she was raised on her , years of tradition being deprogrammed from her mind is something she still struggles with .

" can you believe this ? " they ask , their sleepy eyes wide in the dimness of the party , music tinkling like glitter in their ears . " i've never seen so many high scores in one games . it's going to be a good year , i can tell . "

[ingenuitycfchacs]

tw:  alcohol, knife, mentions of blood, guns & death

the night was winding down, or perhaps it was early morning. arachne wasn’t sure. she didn’t care. almost two bottles of wine warming her stomach. she had not a care in the world. not now at least. four hours ago? two bottles ago? one death flashing through her mind - gun to a head, blood spewed across the cameras and down heath’s forehead - had turned to another - Justice, his blood on her hands, his sky blue eyes staring up at her as he gasped for breath, his canon seeming to echo that of the gun that had killed heath - and then another - clove, her aunt, held aloft against the cornucopia by the boy from eleven, the girl from twelve (the girl Arachne had shot a deadly look from across the party just seconds before ordering her fourth glass of wine) scrambling away, the girl from two screaming for her district partner, a rock causing the canon this time, another canon to echo the gunshots. 

they’d all been chased away. the first bottle drowning out the fine details. the second wiping them all from memory - for now. 

now she felt giddy. giddy and impulsive. her fingers withdrew the butterfly knife - the very same that had ended not one but six lives - from the pocket of the flannel she’d snuck into the bar much to her stylist’s disdain. a simple flick of her wrist had the blade exposed. hand placed on the bartop, she looked up as someone approached. “wanna see a party trick?” her words were more than a little slurred and she giggled afterward, splaying her fingers wide over the smooth wood surface.

[victoriams]

𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐸𝒮 𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯𝒪𝒩 – for the 94th annual tribute interviews.

[reclaimself]

EVENT 001 .    THE TRIBUTE BALL .

annie wears an ivory corset with real pearls and seashells sewn into the bodice. a pleated skirt is tied at her hip and extends onto the floor, well past her feet. her face, collarbone, and arms are covered in delicate pearls. they also have a delicate beaded headpiece that sways while they walk. otherwise, their makeup is simple and dewy, and they look as if they’ve just emerged from the sea.

[ingenuitycfchacs]

"wasn't waving it about." she huffed as she settled back into her seat, hands dug deep into the pockets of her flannel and held around herself. petulance at it's best written across her surly features.

her eyes flickered around them, taking in everyone around for a moment. "while you think you're saving my life," and maybe he was, not that she'd admit to caring, or even contemplate thanking him, "you're over here blabbing about how useless the Capitol is and how barbarous the rules are. that sounds an awful lot like thoughts these rebels I've been hearing about might have. I could just as easily turn you in for those words and we could both go together. sounds like alot of fun to me."

“You bring a weapon into a party, wave it about and you, with or without intention, threaten every life that is useless to the Capitol in this very room. They’re always watching - here in this very room, out among the streets, the training centre, perhaps, even in the halls of our apartments.” Graham’s tone is condescending in a feigned way that could be mistaken by passersby as arrogance but he hoped that she understood the undertone. Nobody else would die tonight for a slip up.

“Forgive me, but I highly doubt they would simply arrest you. In my experience, they seem to -” The victor cuts himself off. “Well, they seem to take every act out of the ordinary as defiance and react according to the barbarous rules they’ve created. You’re welcome for saving your life though - a thank-you would suffice.”

[mockingjaysfm]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻,  𝙰𝚂  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈  𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳,  𝙸𝚃'𝚂  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙹𝙰𝚈  𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂.           a  day  to  celebrate  has  dawned  upon  panem.  it's  been  a  long  run  for  our  great  president  —  seventy  seven  years  as  the  ruler  of  this  country  and  still  he  stands  strong.  how  does  he  remain  such  a  sturdy  pillar  of  health?  we  all  wonder  it  as  he  approaches  the  day  of  his  hundredth  birthday,  as  great  excitement  sparkles  in  the  air  of  the  capitol.  rumours  are  whispered  across  the  city  as  they  wonder  what  the  president  has  in  store  for  such  a  momentous  occasion.  surely  there  will  be  parties  worthy  only  of  snow,  extravagant  shows  of  the  president's  strength  and  power,  to  remind  us  all  of  why  it  is  he  remains  panem's  longest  running  president. as  he  takes  to  the  podium,  the  capitol  holds  its  breath.  though  he  is  ready  to  turn  a  hundred,  coriolanus  snow  looks  barely  a  day  over  seventy.  white  haired,  bright  eyed,  his  cheeks  flushed  with  vitality;  he  is  the  perfect  picture  of  health,  of  strength. at  last,  it  is  confirmed  that  the  victors  of  panem  will  all  be  in  the  capitol  for  a  week  of  celebrations  all  over  the  city.  alongside  a  program  of  events,  the  week  will  be  a  public  holiday  for  all  capitol  citizens  and  the  bars  and  restaurants  are  likely  to  be  packed  with  parties. and  whilst  it  all  happens,  a  sleeper  cell  awakens  in  the  city.  they've  been  awaiting  a  moment  to  strike,  and  when  better  than  during  the  largest  celebration  in  the  country?  when  they  will  be  invited  beyond  the  very  walls  of  president  snow's  mansion?  those  living  undercover  receive  word  from  district  thirteen  that  the  time  to  ready  themselves  has  come,  to  be  present  at  every  event  of  the  president's  birthday  week  and  to  await  further  instructions.  it  is  clear,  as  those  who  have  waited  patiently,  built  lives  for  years  within  the  capitol  ready  themselves,  that  it  isn't  just  those  expectant  of  lavish  parties  who  are  excited  most  excited  for  what's  to  come.

the  event  program  is  as  follows:

the  parade  of  panem  which  sees  the  city  square  decked  out  for  a  massive  parade  featuring  floats  depicting  major  events  throughout  panem's  history  from  the  defeat  of  the  rebels  to  the  first  hunger  games  and  to  snow's  inauguration. the  story  of  snow  will  invite  you  to  the  city  centre  where  an  exhibition  is  erected  in  honour  of  president  snow.  a  documentary  telling  the  story  of  his  life  and  rise  to  power  is  shown  throughout  the  day,  you  can  visit  his  childhood  home  and  sit  at  the  very  desk  he  studied  at  within  the  university.  soon,  you  will  feel  as  close  to  snow  as  his  own  family! the  exhibition  of  the  hunger  games  sees  a  massive  arena  open  to  all.  here,  you  can  walk  around  segments  of  previous  games  and  relive  famous  moments  of  the  games.  why  not  experience  the  flooding  of  annie's  arena?  or  maybe  perch  on  a  rock  and  watch  as  katniss  and  peeta's  love  story  unfolds  in  the  cave.  this  experience  is  so  immersive,  you'll  never  want  to  leave! the  presidential  party  will  bring  you  beyond  the  gates  of  president  snow's  mansion.  should  you  be  lucky  enough  to  receive  an  invite,  you  may  walk  the  grounds  with  a  glass  of  champagne  in  hand,  viewing  stunning  artwork  honouring  the  president.  within  the  party  itself  is  stunning  food,  lavish  gowns,  and  live  music  to  sway  the  night  away  to,  all  watched  over  by  our  great  leader.

and  the  fun  doesn't  stop  there,  because  rumour  has  it,  caesar  flickerman  will  have  a  surprise  announcement  for  us  very,  very  soon!

OOC  INFORMATION

we  will  be  open  for  in  character  threads  from  friday  16th  may  at  8pm  gmt.

this  event  takes  place  in  the  days  before  caesar  flickerman  announces  the  special  games,  so  your  muses  will  have  no  idea  of  what's  to  come.  allow  them  their  blissful  ignorance  before  the  announcement  is  made  on  the  main  following  the  event!

for  the  final  party  at  snow's  mansion,  if  your  muse  wouldn't  have  a  reason  to  be  at  this  party,  agents  within  the  capitol  will  ensure  an  invite  reaches  your  muse.

you  do  not  have  to  rp  threads  only  during  the  event  program,  you  can  also  have  threads  attending  parties,  in  your  rebel  muses  homes,  etc!

if  you  have  any  questions,  feel  free  to  reach  out  in  the  #questions  channel  of  the  discord!

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | CAPPED. ( 3 / 3 )

maxim has been to this mansion before; his father and seneca dragged them all along to dinner parties and events such as this growing up. he doesn't remember much except that he didn't like it because of how strict it was. he'd try to scheme and find a way to snoop around but his father kept a close eye on him -- maxim was too young to realize he could have gotten himself killed for being somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

so tonight, maxim abides by those rules learned from boyhood strictly -- he has a drink in his hand and sticks to the crowds. he's on edge tonight for a reason he can't name, so he chalks it up to being in this mansion after so long, after all that's happened. so he has to work a little harder to maintain the charming front that everyone always seems so drawn to, but he must be doing a decent job because no one seems any wiser to it. he turns to a familiar face, smiling warmly and offering a drink and leaning in slightly as if it were a secret between the two of them. "there's a reason everyone's drawn to the bar tonight -- they're free, take as much as you can. here."

[gladiatefm]

she had already been feeling queasy , her stomach tightened and knotted itself , the evidence of her pregnancy demanding her attention in the form of nausea , and to watch what happened on that screen had tipped her directly over the edge . she runs , pushes past cain , their baby sister , and barricades herself in the bathroom where mina empties the contents of her stomach once , twice , three times over . she is sobbing , and it replays over , and over in her head . their faces , the grim acceptance in their eyes and just the tiniest hint of fear . they wouldn't be here , would never have gotten this far without them and now they're gone , destroyed by the capitol like everything else is . she hears a knock on the door and attempts to pull herself together , but she is shaking and clammy as she lets herself back into the stables and away from the privacy of the toilets . " sorry i — i needed a moment . "

[ingenuitycfchacs]

"no, I don't think we've seen any party tricks tonight." she muttered, lightly tapping the point of her knife against the table between each of her fingers. fine - she'd just entertain herself then. it wasn't like anyone here was interesting, at least not at this point in the night. tributes had begun to filter away and with them went the sponsors as they lost interest. it was only a matter of time before arachne herself found her way back up to the district two floor.

the point of her blade embedded itself in the top of the table before she turned narrowed eyes on him. "you'd like that wouldn't you?" still though her eyes flickered around. "not like I'm planning to hurt anyone. besides, if they didn't want me to have it they shouldn't have let me keep it."

six  years  past  the  peacekeeper  role  and  marcus  couldn’t  seem  to  shake  the  feeling  of  guilt  off  of  his  shoulders  .  it  wasn’t  enough  to  keep  him  weighed  down    ,  to  stop  him  from  moving  forward  when  it  felt  like  everything  was  moving  in  the  opposite  direction  .  he  had  to  trust  in  the  rebels  ,  but  heath  ovalson  ?  god  ,  heath  was  supposed  to  be  the  safest  one  out  of  everyone  .  he  was  grateful  for  the  switch  from  peacekeeper  to  trainer  ,  otherwise  it  might  have  been  his  bullet  going  through  heath’s  head  earlier  that  night  .  the  video  kept  cycling  through  his  mind  ,  like  a  movie  left  on  repeat  with  broken  reels  –  same  scene  ,  same  violence  .

pad  of  his  index  finger  drug  around  the  rim  of  his  glass  slowly  as  he  remained  in  the  shadows  against  the  wall  .  it  was  unusual  for  his  posture  to  falter  in  the  presence  of  others  ,  but  the  party  was  dying  down  now.  unfortunately  for  him  ,  that  meant  there  were  very  few  people  he  was  able  to  avoid  at  such  an  hour  .  including  arachne  kentwell  .  “  think  we’ve  seen  enough  of  those  for  tonight  .  ”  marcus  wasn’t  exactly  a  man  of  many  words  to  begin  with  ,  but  it  was  a  clear  representation  of  his  irritation  .  he  hadn’t  even  glanced  her  way  ,  glass  being  pushed  forward  upon  his  return  to  the  counter  ,  to  be  filled  once  more  before  he  was  inclined  to  give  up  for  the  rest  of  the  night  .  palms  fell  flat  against  the  surface  as  he  waited  ,  shoulders  hunched  just  slightly  now  .  “  you’re  lucky  they  don’t  shoot  you  next  for  smuggling  weapons  into  a  party  .  ”

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: AURELIA CROSS & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: BAR, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: EVENING, POST TRIBUTE PARADE

tw: blood, murder, alcohol & gun violence

Three of them, forced to their knees. Aurelia tips back a shot of something bitter. Guns pressed against the back of their heads. Another shot. The gasps of those around her – blood trickling slowly from the wounds. A third, for good luck. The party rages on around her – blissful Capitolites none the wiser to what has just transpired. Aurelia, however, can't seem to clear the image from her mind. For someone so accustomed to death and violence, it is unsettling how much this has affected her.

Maybe because, for someone with no knowledge of the rebellion stirring just below the surface, the murders had seemed so senseless. Maybe it's because seeing three victors be gunned down in quick succession had reminded her that she's not as untouchable as she thought.

Ordinarily, Aurelia Cross was the life of the party. Beautiful, young, charismatic – the Capitol citizens generally flocked to her, eyeing her fashion, her facial expressions – dissecting her like a science experiment. Ordinarily, she enjoyed it. Enjoyed being the centre of attention – holding them at the tip of her fingers. Tonight, she wishes she could be left alone – and so she finds herself sitting off to the side of the room, lost in thought.

Her demeanour shifts as soon as somebody approaches her – false smile neatly plastered on her face. The alcohol buzzing through her system has numbed her enough to get through the evening. "Cool party, right?" She says, "I've heard people are dying to get in."

[ingenuitycfchacs]

"spider," she corrected the term of little wolf. normally she'd bristle at any use of a name that wasn't her own. tonight there was far too much on her brain, her mind too fuzzy around the edges. "arachne was turned to a spider when a goddess grew jealous of her skill." even far past the point of tipsy, she knew the story of her namesake.

it took a moment before she recalled the prompt she'd given in order for the interaction with caius to even begin, green hues finding the blade in her hand once more. a smirk crawling upon her face, "well you see," she started, splaying the fingers of her free hand further apart against the table.

she didn't finish the thought, distracted instead as she slowly stabbed the space between pointer and middle finger and then stabbing the next space between fingers. over and over, quicker and quicker. she was proud of herself, at least in the moment, over the tiny task. at any second she could slip up, but she didn't. it was amazing how one thing could move to simply, so quickly and yet hold the ability to actually do damage - damage she knew both she and the knife were capable of.

The party began winding down, and Caius began to feel a bit bored. He had been entertained at the start, but with the deaths of his old mentor and the two other victors hanging over everyone’s heads, the entertainment value of the party began to plummet. Even the sponsors had become scarce after tributes started wandering back to their floors, and Caius realized that he’d either have to create his own entertainment or force himself back to the district ten floor.

Fortunately, entertainment arrived in the form of Arachne Kentwell. The knife had caught his attention, and as soon as she mentioned the words party trick, he dawned a wolfish grin and sat down across from her. ❝ Sure, little wolf. Show me what you have up your sleeve. ❞

[reblrths]

OPEN STARTER | capping at three. ( 2 / 3 )

the four shakes him more than he shows. there are eyes everywhere and he's beginning to hear the whispers. some have even dared to ask him about it -- there has never been any respect in the capitol. their lives were showcased and as far as any socialite might be aware, as far as snow is aware, they aren't entitled to any privacy. it's infuriating. peeta smiles in their faces regardless and deftly makes their exit.

he takes a breath. he knows not to get messy, but he needs a drink. so he takes his third one of the night (peeta has always had a high tolerance, his nerves are still no where near at ease) when someone joins him at his side. this is not new, he's been socializing all night if he wasn't at katniss or rye's side. what else was there to do except continue to socialize until this night was over? that's just what all of this was. an endless cycle of waiting until the night was over. peeta feels their skin thrumming, though -- the works of something in their mind that would either go horribly wrong or wouldn't work at all despite the perfect execution, but now all he has to do is wait. "have you seen the light show yet?" they ask with feigned interest. damn the light show. "it's certainly something."

[victoriams]

𝒫𝑅𝒰𝒟𝐸𝒩𝒞𝐸 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝑅𝐸𝒩 – for the 94th annual tribute interviews.