#mj.event

[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?

#mj.open #mj.event #tribute ball | event #threads | finch delval

[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 . "

#𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘢 — thread . #mj.open #mj.event

[mockingjaysfm]

event 004 .     𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰

the morning comes and it is clear that attempt number two will not follow the bells and whistles we are all so used to . you awaken , dress swiftly and quietly , and your escort leads you to the door . they are flanked by two peacekeepers , another two wait by the door to the elevator . there is no chance , you realise , that anything will go amiss — president snow will not allow for such a travesty .

you board the hovercraft , your tracker is injected , and it all goes by so quietly and so efficiently that you soon find yourself in the launch room . the morning has been a blur , but there's no time to stop , no time to think as your stylist dresses you and you attempt to force down a final meal . this is not the end , you think to yourself . this is not the period at the end of your life . you still have a chance to make it out of there in one piece .

you're dressed in skin tight thermals , black pants , knee high boots and a black waist long padded coat boasting a fur lined hood , a simple black beanie , black gloves . prepare for some cold nights , you think for yourself , and a wave of dread offers the first shiver of many over the coming weeks .

the time arrives . you step onto the pod and , after a moment which feels like a lifetime , you rise into the arena . at first , the light blinds you , but as your eyes adjust , you see it before you feel it kissing your already freezing cheeks — snow . snow everywhere . the cornucopia is before you but how the hell can you make it there quickly enough impeded by these massive snowdrifts ? a mountain looms foreboding and massive in the distance , but before that is miles of dense frozen woods , holding god knows what within its shadowed embrace .

you're already shaking and you know what needs to be done , to dart into the cover of the trees , make a shelter and find a way to keep warm ; is that even possible without the help of a fire , without supplies from the cornucopia ? likely not , likely you'll freeze to death before you even make it past the first night .

somewhere , distantly , you can hear the voice of claudius templesmith counting down the seconds , you use this sound as an anchor . you orient yourself , you form your plan . . . but something isn't right here . the gong sounds and you hear those famous words :

ladies & gentlemen , welcome to the 94th annual hunger games !

the time to act has arrived , but as you look around yourself , you realise what was so wrong . the faces of the other victors greet you around the cornucopia — but where is the loved one you came here with ?

here we go ! the games will begin on wednesday 26th july at 12am EST . in summary , the victors arrive in an arena modelled on the siberian wilderness , and notice that the loved ones they volunteered to go into the arena with aren't actually here . however , they are also not in the training center , so where are they ? that will remain a mystery for right now !

you can continue old threads , and continue to write threads set in the past so victors in the arena can also interact with those outside of it , just make sure to tag accordingly !

one day in the arena = one week irl , so please make sure to only write in day 1 for now , and tag accordingly !

we will be doing another point system here , so replying to open starters ( in or out of the games ) will give you one sponsor gift per reply . this goes for mentor , one reply to an open starter is a sponsor for your tributes . the starter rule still applies so make sure to be familiar with that please !

any questions , feel free to ask me .

find concept images for the arena here , here , here , here .

i have also made an extremely basic map of the arena . i was not paying for pro lol , so i don't have access to the features which will make the map snowy , etc . this is just to give you guys an idea of the layout !

#mj.event #appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #fandom rp #thg rp #mj.one

[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.

#loc: bar #mj.event #mj.open

[victoriams]

𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐸𝒮 𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯𝒪𝒩 – for the 94th annual tribute interviews.

#hermes – 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 #mj.event

[clandestinc]

ARTEMIS REDFIELD — the tribute ball, president snow’s mansion.

#a: i. 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 — visage. #mj.event

[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.

#mj.event #𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 : tasks.

[firestcrms]

#mj.event #wanted to make a graphic but i also wanted to get the dress posted so maybe will put together a graphic tomorrow #also just like ... maybe w the skirt comes apart in each wing looking pieces though bc i feel like flora having a sorta high slit in the #skirt is on brand w her #but legs are hidden most the time ? #idk #event ~ the tribute ball #╰ * FLORENCIA KAELIN : analysis . ⧽ i eat boys like you for breakfast .

[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."

#tw alcohol #threads | maxim crane #mj.event #tribute ball | event

[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."

#mj.event #threads | peeta mellark #tribute ball | event

[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 . "

#sick tw #puke tw #𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆 — thread . #mj.open #mj.event

[mockingjaysfm]

event 001 .        𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊

trigger warnings for guns , murder , execution , police ( peacekeepers ) .

the day has come . . . tributes have been reaped and handed over to the capitol , scandal has ensued and loved ones have stepped forward to volunteer for this year’s hunger games . now , it is time to introduce this crop of tributes to the world in the first of the games’s traditional events ; the tribute parade .

your tribute will be styled to represent their district , offered to the world upon their golden chariots , thrust into superstardom . when the parade ends , your tributes will be escorted through the stables where they will await what comes next . 

there’s nothing that the capitol loves more than a party , in fact , it’s all that your prep team can talk about above the excited buzz and chatter of the stables . the center bar has been decked out for a night of celebrations , cocktails and food unlike anything you’ve ever seen ! isn’t it fantastic ? 

before the festivities can truly begin however , the lights in the stables flicker , and a collective intake of breath shudders throughout the room . the screens light up with the symbol of panem and we see three familiar faces : TRIFFEL GALLOWEED , TERRA COPVALE , HEATH OVALSON . victors who have been around for years , beloved by districts and the capitol alike . surely the citizens of panem are not seeing this , surely this is just meant for your kind . the dangerous ones . the rebellion .

it happens so quickly . the three victors are forced to their knees by peacekeepers and , one after the other , a bullet is put into each of their heads , and they are gone forever . sobs , shrieks , and an unsettling stillness settles over many of you . what does this mean ? it means that president snow still has the upper hand , that your actions will only hurt those that you love .

now move along , you have a party to get to , and it is mandatory .

the event will begin on monday 27th march at 8pm BST .

please unsure that you have caught up on the latest PLOTDROP and ensure your muse has a connection to the now deceased victors .

feel free to begin plotting threads and posting your muse’s outfits etc .

summary of the event is that tribute parade has taken place and the crowds are ecstatic . however , within the stables after the show , the screens go dark and 3 beloved victors are executed only for your character’s to see . a party is due to begin in the bar on the ground floor which is mandatory , even for your shaken up muses .

 you are more than welcome to find a reason for your muse to have been in or out of the stables when this happened if you wish . only mentors , tributes , escorts & stylists are mandatory to be there .

please tag event related posts with mj.event !

have fun !

#appless rp #oc rp #mumu rp #rp #rpg #thg rp #fandom rp #mj.event #guns tw #execution tw #murder tw #police tw #cops tw #mj.one

[mockingjaysfm]

event 005 .     𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙺

TW : bombing , warfare , death , fire , rebellion .

day five of the games passes you by , and you are unable to tear your eyes from the screen . you watch the people you've grown to know all too well fight to survive in an arena which seems to grow colder by the second .

what comes next ? you ask yourself , wondering if the rebellion will ever take another step forward . it's a game of chicken between thirteen and the capitol , it is tension growing taut amongst everyone in the tribute tower .

and aren't you lucky to be there ? the day it happens is a quiet one , the arena has barely awoken when you hear it from the tower , the screaming . fire has engulfed much of the city centre , the massive apartment blocks are swallowed by flames ; homes and shops turned to dust before the emergency services can put out the fire .

snow addresses the public soon after , he tells you from the safety of his mansion that this was an attack from the rebellion , that the districts once more are willing to rise up against those who feed them , care for them , keep them in line .

control must be taken back , and snow takes it with force . only a few hours following the attack on the capitol , a bomb hits district twelve . it is obliterated , the seam , the hob , all but victor's village is gone before the hovercrafts return to the capitol .

the city is in shock , well known capitol families caught in the crossfire of a war they thought would never touch them , and the people of district twelve are lost , or they are turned to dust .

the event begins now ! the summary is that district thirteen have attacked the capitol centre with fire , and in retaliation , snow has attacked district twelve and wiped it off the map . things are heating up now in the rebellion , and war has finally been declared !

please feel free to continue old threads and tag accordingly .

any questions let me know !

#mj.event #bomb tw #fire tw #death tw #war tw #warfare tw #mj.one

[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."

#mj.open #thread. aurelia #aurelia & open #mj.event #event 001 #when. pre games

[victoriams]

𝒫𝑅𝒰𝒟𝐸𝒩𝒞𝐸 𝒲𝒜𝑅𝑅𝐸𝒩 – for the 94th annual tribute interviews.

#prudence – 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 #mj.event

[gladiatefm]

" welcome back , apollo , it's been a while since we last saw you up here — but clearly you're just as loved , listen to that crowd ! now tell me , a little bird told me that there's love in the air . do you have anything to say to all the heartbroken lovers out there ? "

" well apollo , it is a difficult thing to find love and to have it taken away so quickly . will you be rooting for alex in the arena ? and if they make it out to you , what are your plans for the future ? "

apollo had been told earlier on in the day that he would be brought out on stage for an interview , and it's clear that someone somewhere has caught wind of his relationship with alex . not that he minds , apollo has pined after them for so long now that he wears his kiss bruised skin with pride and walks around the tribute tower on feet so light he might as well be floating . what a weird year though , he thinks as he steps onto the stage to bellowing applause , capitolites jumping from their seats as he bounds onto the stage with waving hands and the charming grin that won them over so many years ago .

" welcome back , apollo , it's been a while since we last saw you up here — but clearly you're just as loved , listen to that crowd ! now tell me , a little bird told me that there's love in the air . do you have anything to say to all the heartbroken lovers out there ? "

" it's been a few years , caesar , but i couldn't be happier to be looking at all those gorgeous faces out there . " another round of cheers , and apollo can tell that caesar is relieved by his presence , the ease with which he relaxes before an audience , how he comes to life . a wind up toy , look how he dances for them .

the questions about alex are no surprise , but he finds himself flushing anyway , teasingly hiding his cheeks behind his hands . " have you been spying on me , caesar ? " he teases , and the two men exchange a playful back and forth that drives the crowd crazy . " i won't lie to you all . i've fallen in love — but that doesn't mean i love you all any less ! how could i ? " he winks at a woman in the front row and watches with alarm as she stumbles , falling back into her chair . " but look , i'm thirty years old . it's time to settle down . . . " he pauses , face falling for a moment . time to settle down and watch the person he loves go into the arena . but maybe he can stop it ; after all , just look at the influence he has . he toys with a ring on his finger , imperceptibly slides it off and slips it into his pocket .

" well apollo , it is a difficult thing to find love and to have it taken away so quickly . will you be rooting for alex in the arena ? and if they make it out to you , what are your plans for the future ? "

" it is hard , caesar . honestly , i don't know how i'm gonna get through the next few weeks . . . hey , do you think we could bring him out here ? " there's rapturous applause , even from those in the crowd most heartbroken about apollo's new relationship status .

it takes a moment , but soon alex is lead on stage , somewhat confused but still smiling for the cameras . even up here in front of so many people , about to do something crazy , apollo feels his face splitting in a beaming smile as he stands , crosses the space between them and kisses alex to excited cheers . " bear with me , " he murmurs into their ear as he hugs them , breathes in the smell of their skin , their hair . he has one chance to put a stop to this .

apollo takes a breath , and he takes alex's hands . with a shaky smile , he drops down onto one knee and pulls the ring from his pocket . " alexander gray , will you marry me ? "

#mj.event #𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 — event . #mj.task