trinkett | First Dispatch. How Utterly Dreadful. Voice.

First Dispatch. How Utterly Dreadful. Voice.

[Anyone who meets Effie in this post will meet her in full Capitol fashion and makeup. She landed in the shop, you see. A stiff turquoise-blue structured gown, fortunately, landed beside her.

And the wig -- thank the Senate! There were plenty of wigs and there was HER wig, tight and blond and curled and fabulous -- and the new violet wings sprouting from her shoulders were quite irregular but one never drew attention to one's irregularities. If anyone asked, they were Fashion. With any luck everyone who was anyone in the Capitol would be wearing similar ones, soon.

The makeup took a bit longer. Effie finally settled on green because green is one of her Power Colors and it IS almost spring, after all. She drew her lips in a pursed bow to reflect her dissatisfaction with everything.

It had only taken a quick readthrough of the Guide for Effie to grasp somewhat what was going on. It wasn't terribly shocking, but it was highly disappointing. She'd wanted to be in the Capitol for Katniss and Peeta, not transferred to a new post just at the height of a possible professional and personal triumph. Her charges were brilliant! Cinna had shown their fire to everyone. The sensation had been rampant and her promotion near-assured. Effie Trinket's star had been rising in the Capitol, the heart of Panem and civilization.

And then Someone had Bumped her. It was the only explanation for all of this business of waking up in a clothing store in what was obviously a cheap, outlying serfdom of Panem. A lesser woman would have called that Bumping Someone a dirty word, but Effie had dignity and would find other ways to trample that usurper into dust once she got back on her feet and back to the Capitol.]

Attention, Attention:

[Her usual rather chirpy voice is a bit tempered by the fact that she has only recently awakened in a clothing shop in a strange town.]

Would any available Peacekeepers in District Luceti please report to the Clothing Emporium? I repeat: any available Peacekeepers. The Diplomatic Escort for the Tributes requires a full compliment of Security. [Yes: she was still clinging to what she assumed was her now-stripped title and position.]

Thank you.

[[[[IMPORTANT NOTE: While Effie WILL be in full Capitol couture clothing and makeup for this post, some of my icons are simply those of her PB, Elizabeth Banks. I will probably try to MOSTLY use the icons from the Hunger Games movie but just assume she's all made up and dressed to the very weird nines even if you get a plain Elizabeth Banks icon! THANKS.]]]]]

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His face soured a bit at her choice of ride. Of course, the entire place was private, because only they were real. But the thought of that animatronic hell sounded particularly painful. But. It's what the woman wanted, so with her still by his side, he changed course to lead her there.

"I hope you don't mind cheesy songs."

Effie loves them. The more quasi-pseudo-positive, the better.

"I suspect I shall be too busy enjoying the view to mind much."

She let her eyes slide over his face. Had she ever seen such a chiseled jaw?

There were few men, even among the Fables, to be able to boast such a jawline. His father, Prince Charming, was one of them. Jack had certainly taken after his old man, even if he'd never admit it. But as it was, he was busy trying to imagine what she looked like underneath that poofy outfit. Undressing her with his eyes wasn't that hard, but he'd much rather be doing it with his hands. And for the love of all that was good, make her lose the wig.

"I know exactly what you mean."

Now, the benefit of a fake Disney Land was that there were no lines. Or rather, you could program it that way and Jack had been clever enough to do just that. So rather than the fuss of standing around with a bunch of people you despised for having the same idea you did, they were permitted to go straight to the front. Gentleman that he was, Jack offered a hand to help her into the ride.

There were few women who could resist that kind of princely charm. Even fewer would have the presence of mind to try to make use of it for their own purposes, and Effie was one of these. She wasn't by nature a conniving sort of woman. But a girl who had grown up and gone far in the Capitol -- who worked the social scene of that place of ironclad social rules and hierarchies -- wasn't above searching out the sheen of celebrity wherever she could find it.

And he was so handsome. And helpful. And he'd taken her to this beautiful place, where many little children sang and moved with charmingly jerky animatronic motions. They were beautiful and perfect and false and gay!

Effie smiled as she took his hand and climbed into the boat. This man had been in movies. He was assuredly a Someone it was best to know and to impress, and she was prepared to pull out the stops. There was no way she would pass up an opportunity to gain back her career, or whatever was closest to it here.

"My, my! Quite the gentleman!"

"Anything for the lady."

He disliked the association with his so-called dad, but nonetheless, Jack Horner practically oozed charm. When he was in his suit and with just the correct amount of stubble, he was irresistible to women. Of course, Fable women often had enough time to learn to resist him. But mundy women. Oh, mundy women were always easy. Maybe not always in Luceti, but if he were clever enough, he might realize his success wasn't all him, but a certain amount of popularity power. A power that was effectively halved in Luceti. But he'd been batting a little better lately. Maybe it was the power of a small amount of sincerity, but he figured it was just good karma catching up to him for the ten years of hell he'd faced prior to Luceti.

Jack made sure she was sitting well and proper before he took his place next to her. Already he was annoyed at the singing, but he was too busy thinking to himself how to turn this preschool nightmare into a bedtime fantasy. So as the boat slipped into the tunnel, he casually slipped his own arm around her. Naturally it was just so he could grab her attention and point out one little singing group of dancers that he thought was particularly horrific, but that she might think was nice.

"Oh!" she cried in unfeigned delight. "Aren't they precious?!" And Effie snuggled a little closer against his side.

He leaned his head against hers, up until the moment his head was up against all that poofy hair. And then he had to pull it back with what was well practiced regret.

"They aren't the only precious things here."

Oh heavens, was he messing up her wig? She reached up and patted it self-consciously, hoping it hadn't slid out of place.

"Why Jack. I'll bet a man with your insights is a great leader in this place."

"Effie, babe, I was a General once. And not just any general. I was a Six Star General. And I led a force of people from a multitude of worlds to success against a madman that wanted to erase us from ever existing. And I won, by the way. Easily."

Oh. Oh. That was sexy, that power. Useful.

"That's.....tell me more."

Nearby, candy-colored robots bobbed and sang about a world of laughter and a world of tears. Their own little boat bumped gently against the walls of the tunnel as they floated through all those beautiful singing dolls.

"Just a moment. It's a little hot in here, don't you think?"

He began to loosen his tie, slowly and carefully, before shrugging out of his jacket.

She smiled at that gesture and tossed off an ever-so-casual "Simmering" before reaching out to help him with that jacket.

"Thanks, babe. But now I feel a little under-dressed." Maybe he ought to return the favor.

Effie misses the sly remark. "No, no no -- in an amusement ride such as this, ties are not required."

Jack gestured to her dress, the wig, everything. "Neither is all that."

She almost nervously fingers the buttons at her throat. "Here? NOW? In..."

What were those dancing puppets? There was a label under them, proclaiming their homeland.

"Spain?"

"That's right. Here in Spain, the saucy senoritas prefer to live... free. Be indulgent-like."

He reached over, to her buttons at her neck, and rather daringly attempts to undo the very first one.

Oh. Indulgent. She closes her eyes and lets him. Soon enough she will have her rightful place in this dump of Luceti.

"It is fun to indulge...general."

If he does manage to get most of her gear off, he will discover a pretty-enough blond with her hair slicked tightly back to keep it under that wig. Effie's kinda the curvy type, which is very in in the Capitol at the moment.

He took his time undoing the buttons, peeling back the fabric as he got past each step. For the moment, his focus was just on her top. But at a certain point, just when he's just shy of dipping below the cleavage, he removes the wig. He then runs a finger through her real hair.

"Look at that. We've got something in common."

This guy knew how to undress a girl covered with yards of structured hot-pink fabric. Effie was impressed.

Also kinda squirmy. Eager. It had been a while for her, this kind of thing.

"We are both fabulous, you mean," she teased. They were both opportunists, though to different degrees -- that was certain.

Jack Horner had lived a long time, from an era when women dressed in what was most practical, to when women dressed in what was most impractical, to a current era where they dressed in what looked best. He'd learned there were all manner of ways to unwrapping a prize. The overdressed ones required special care, because he had to put at least half the effort to taking off the clothes that she put into putting them on.

"The stuff of legends, us." Continuing to stroke back her hair, he nibbled a kiss on the side of her ear, before returning to task of 'unwrapping his prize'.

"Mmmmmmm. And what position will you give me?"

She meant politically.

"You can have any position you like."

He meant sexually.

She paused. "Something...diplomatic."

He had no idea what she meant by that, except to maybe suggest she didn't want anything super kinky. "Missionary?"

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I have a feeling Jack is gonna end up DISAPPOINTED in this thread.

It wouldn't be the first time

WELL IT'S NOT WRITTEN IN STONE YET LET'S SEE.

dun dun dun...!!

:O

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