Where: Capitol party, day forty-nine
Who: Calista and open
If Calista had learned one thing in her time in the Capitol, it was that the party always went on. She had thought that it might be canceled after the execution of the District Twelve stylist, but she should have known better. The party would go on as if nothing had happened. It was jarring, the way that nobody was talking about it. And if they were talking, it was about what a traitor Cinna had been, and how Portia Lux had come back to the right side. They spoke of it as if it was a television show.
It made Calista sick. And yet...she smiled and said nothing.
Sometimes Calista looked in the mirror and didn't recognize herself anymore. Calista had always prided herself on knowing who she was when she grew up in District Two. But a few months in the Capitol and she was suddenly not sure who she was anymore. It was a realization that kept her up at night.
A glass of champagne in hand, it scared her how normal it felt to be dressed in a pretty dress, standing in the Capitol, while terrible things happened around her. But what choice did she have? She had been left behind.
Sensing someone, Calista plastered her best Capitol smile onto her lips. "Lovely night, isn't it?" A sudden rush of disgust and self-loathing hit her, and she downed her glass.
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Location: Capitol shop, post-execution
Eris and open
The whole sordid affair between the stylists from District Twelve and their spectacular fall from favor was the kind of gossip that the readers of Capitolite Glamour wanted to read about, but Eris had been in this business long enough to know better. It was a shame, though, she thought. Perhaps a word in President Snow's ear could get her the green light. She would have to send out some feelers to see what was approved.
It was disappointing, really, but what better way to distract from a disappointment than shopping? Eris needed some new dresses, all of hers were so last Hunger Games season, so it was time for a change. And you never knew what you might hear at one of the shops, anyway. People just loved to gossip amongst the racks of clothes.
Spotting a familiar face amongst the racks, a smirk formed on her lips. "Oh, darling! It's been too long, how are you?" She paused, eyeing the garment in the other's hand. "You're not thinking about getting that are you?" Eris looked doubtful for a moment before her smile returned. "It's so last season, you see. But for you, I like it."
Once again Panem is glued to their screens. Unbeknownst to The Capitol and its Districts, the same image is being broadcasted to District Thirteen's televisions. Additionally, captives of Panem's government had a hologram wheeled into their prison block earlier in the morning. Now, they see the faces of two whose cries they've all become familiar with.
The air is tense as exactly one month after The Victors' Purge, the country is seeing two, prominent stylists face a similar fate. Cinna and Portia Lux are standing tall. After spending the last year in adoration, it seems that time has come to an end. They're donning matching red ensembles, Cinna in a fiery suit and Portia in a gown. The former has a white rose situated in his jacket pocket; the latter has one in her hair. They look united as they hold hands.
President Coriolanus Snow is on the same platform, standing at a podium in a pristine, white suit. His expression matches the somberness of the situation. The President of Panem takes a deep breath before speaking.
"It's been forty eight days since the Rebel insurgency caused a panic within the arena. Their treachery has not ceased. In fact, they've proven time and time again that they will continue upping their brutalization of the innocent citizens of our great nation. Districts Eight and Eleven have been their most recent targets, with Katniss Everdeen leading with her sonorous war cry.
For the safety of the people of Panem, parties guilty of treason cannot go unpunished. To do so would enforce a message that the actions do not hold the unbearable weight that they actively amass. With a heavy heart, I acknowledge that the two individuals standing here not only conspired alongside Katniss Everdeen and her band of rebels, but have the audacity to seem smug about such actions.
Cinna and Portia Lux, I ask you: has our nation been so horrid to you to inspire such acts? Panem has spent great time idolizing you both, only for the pair of you to spit on those who only aspired to gift you reverence. Before receiving the sentencing for your war crimes, are there any final words either of you would like to share?"
Cinna fixes his posture before taking one step forward. His hand doesn't leave Portia's. Not many have known the terror or torture that both stylists have faced. Many were convinced that Portia Lux just disappeared. There's a comfort for Cinna, knowing that they've stayed by each other's side through it all. He takes Snow's challenge for what it is.
"I never cared to be popular, President Snow. I cared about doing what's right. I knew what I have done might ruffle feathers, but I don't regret it. I will not grovel for you or a corrupt jury of people. I stand with the Mockingjay. I stand with the Rebellion. Forever and always, until my dying breath."
Portia's eyes weren't on Snow, or at anyone else. They are on Cinna. And she can't believe what she is hearing. Or maybe she should. After all, she isn't the one that has done anything wrong, at least not in her opinion.
"But what about me? Where was I in all your thoughts about this rebellion Cinna? Me, your partner. I thought you trusted me, and yet you couldn't even tell me about this. You've dragged me into this when I've done nothing wrong. You know I've done nothing wrong, and yet you stand there okay with letting me take the fall for war crimes alongside you. So much for you loving me."
And at that point she drops his hand, taking a step away. They had shown a unified approach. The stylists from 12, who had risen in fame together. But Portia wasn't going to allow Cinna to also take her down to her death. Not when she hadn't done anything wrong. That was when she finally turned her attention back to Snow, though her words were more panicked now, almost as if she thought it would still be too late.
"No...no... I won't stand for this.... I won't let him drag me down too....I denounce it..... them... all of it.... they are traitors...... but I'm not..... "
President Snow raises his palm, as the small crowd at the execution gasp and stay wide-eyed at the scene between the two partners. It effectively silences those there as tension rises. Practiced perfection means his face does not falter, even if inwardly he feels gleeful at what had just transpired.
"Unlike the Rebels, Panem does not stand for unnecessary violence. While those in District Thirteen would be trigger happy to slaughter, such a hedonistic desire for savagery is only for barbaric individuals. Forgiveness is powerful. For those watching who toe the line and even those who have turned directly to the Insurgents, know it still isn't too late. Let Miss Lux be an example for you. Choose peace. Choose our great nation. Miss Lux, please follow me off stage. Peacekeepers, you may begin implementing Mr. Cinna's sentence."
The President and the former stylist leave the stage peacefully while peacekeepers storm it. Whether on a screen or halo, the audience watches as Cinna is executed by firing squad. The now deceased man's words ring true, as before shots are fired, he raises his arm to give the defiant, Mockingjay salute as his final act of rebellion.
With our Mockingjay era plot drops, these will be similar to the Claudius and Caesar updates. You are absolutely welcome to write a self-para or actively do threads in relation to this plot drop! If you choose to roleplay this on the dash, please tag your threads with both #eventideevent04 as well as #eventidesots. Though this event takes place on day forty eight, our players are now welcome to roleplay up to day forty nine.
This plot drop does not effectively pause time in the roleplay. It does however signify that we are getting closer to the rescue mission in this era. Later this week, a poll will be released to figure out what date would be best to start the rescue objective.
As always, thank you for your patience. Thank you for still being here with us in EVENTIDERPG. Our RPG is better with you in it. Happy roleplaying!