The Lantern Lighting [District/Mayor Event; Open]
Dec 9, 2018 13:27:22 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Dec 9, 2018 13:27:22 GMT -5
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It's been five years she first stood on the steps of the office, ushering in what she had thought would be a new era for the district. One where every family had a warm meal at the end of the day; where the sick could get the individual attention they needed; where a wage meant more than a bramble in a baron's foot.
It's been - she's been - wrong. And in the twilight of her part in a figurehead-governorship, she knows it's not okay, but it's what it is. She's proud of the work her team's managed to create, even as the oil executives breathed down her back, or thinly-veiled messages were left on her desk, an embossed rose on the top-left.
So for her last public event, as she dons a simple dress, clasps on the locket her sister gave her all those years ago - the one she wears to each Reaping, a reminder of who she should truly be fighting for - she holds her head high.
The Lantern Festival was a hit the first time, and at the close they hold one more; she's been saving up funds for the free food since the 76th, her check already written to the seamstresses a year ago.
"Thank you for coming!" she shouts to the crowd, a bustle of excitement even in the faces of Minx Ahlstrom and Denali Lyons, their faces still flickering on the screens (a mandatory event, after all, wins out against celebration). They've written their wishes, their hopes, even just a story to tell, on the fabric itself - ready to send them floating off into the setting sun - and then, as the sun rises, to collect them once more, mounting the gathered fabric in the Mayoral Mansion's lobby, its first floor now a community center and clinic.
A wall of wishes, standing sturdy.
"Are we ready?" she asks as the food bubbles away to her left,
full plates made available to every single resident.
"Alright, let go!"
This Mayoral event is open to all residents of District Five. Participants are welcome to a hearty meal, a small cluster of stalls with wares and trinkets, music, minigames, and the culmination: A Lantern Lighting ceremony.
It's been five years she first stood on the steps of the office, ushering in what she had thought would be a new era for the district. One where every family had a warm meal at the end of the day; where the sick could get the individual attention they needed; where a wage meant more than a bramble in a baron's foot.
It's been - she's been - wrong. And in the twilight of her part in a figurehead-governorship, she knows it's not okay, but it's what it is. She's proud of the work her team's managed to create, even as the oil executives breathed down her back, or thinly-veiled messages were left on her desk, an embossed rose on the top-left.
So for her last public event, as she dons a simple dress, clasps on the locket her sister gave her all those years ago - the one she wears to each Reaping, a reminder of who she should truly be fighting for - she holds her head high.
The Lantern Festival was a hit the first time, and at the close they hold one more; she's been saving up funds for the free food since the 76th, her check already written to the seamstresses a year ago.
"Thank you for coming!" she shouts to the crowd, a bustle of excitement even in the faces of Minx Ahlstrom and Denali Lyons, their faces still flickering on the screens (a mandatory event, after all, wins out against celebration). They've written their wishes, their hopes, even just a story to tell, on the fabric itself - ready to send them floating off into the setting sun - and then, as the sun rises, to collect them once more, mounting the gathered fabric in the Mayoral Mansion's lobby, its first floor now a community center and clinic.
A wall of wishes, standing sturdy.
"Are we ready?" she asks as the food bubbles away to her left,
full plates made available to every single resident.
"Alright, let go!"
This Mayoral event is open to all residents of District Five. Participants are welcome to a hearty meal, a small cluster of stalls with wares and trinkets, music, minigames, and the culmination: A Lantern Lighting ceremony.
