where / the snow mansion with / @erisharrington
A party is a party is a party — and Livia's thrown enough of them to know they're really all the same at the end of the day. But as much as she'd like to ignore the growing unrest, she knows there is more riding on her affluent social gatherings now than there ever has been before. Every whisper in a dark room needs to be accounted for, every look and nudge and sideways glance by guests should be scrutinized and analyzed until she is absolutely certain there are no rebel sympathizers in their midst — and that, if there are, they are properly taken care of without so much as a blink from those who are clueless to the situation. When she spots Eris in the crowd, the night may as well be deemed over with. She’s quick to find the woman and guide her away from the bustle to a secluded corner of the mansion — there are passive hellos and how are yous on the way, but nothing can truly deviate Livia from her mission. “Well?” It’s funny how Livia’s voice can sound almost melodic, almost pleasing to the ear — and yet still have the bark of authority behind it. “What have you got for me? I’ve not spent hours preparing for this, all afternoon, to find myself empty handed at the end of the night.”
There had been a time in Eris's life when invitations to the Snow's mansion were outside of her wildest dreams, but she had worked hard to get to where she was. Her stepfather's connections certainly helped things along, but Eris liked to think that most of her work had been done on her own. One of those accomplishments was getting the ear of Livia Snow. There was a sense of pride in being the one that Livia came to for gossip, and Eris always made sure that the President's wife would not go empty-handed when she came looking for something. Eris had not expected Livia to find her quite so soon, and when the woman appeared at her side, she allowed herself to be guided away from the party. She knew that Livia, unlike her husband, liked to get right to the point. It always seemed that President Snow made small talk before he let you know the true reason for his visit. But perhaps that was just with her. Livia was a different story. "It has been quite an exciting night. I heard that Caesar Flickerman got wasted and made quite the fool of himself. Something about falling into your lovely fountain. I unfortunately did not see it happen, but it's all anyone's talking about," Eris offered. Whether he really fell into the fountain was unclear but Eris was quite certain that it had to have happened. The man was a clown, after all. "But that could just be his usual behavior, I couldn't tell you. Everyone is whispering about what happened to Gleam Chryses but nobody wants to say it very loudly. They're afraid of what happened to her. Those damned rebels."
