Lumar Hunger Games Watch Party!!

[Edema Rue she/her]

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Explanation below.

The house was perfect. It was more a palace than a house, really, and the entire thing glittered. A long table was set up in the ballroom, covered in rich foods. Various meats dripped with grease, fresh fruits were arranged artfully in crystal bowls, and decadent charcuterie boards filled in the gaps. There were soups, salads, breads, pastries. The rest of the ballroom contained smaller circular tables, where places were set out. Three forks, two spoons, a knife, and a name card. A salad plate, a dessert plate, a soup bowl,  a plate for the main course, a wineglass, a water glass. All the dishes were part of a set Aurylia had gotten made specifically for this year’s hunger games. Each table had a centerpiece and tablecloth themed after a specific spore; the spiky crimson table was her personal favorite.

Aurylia surveyed the room one final time. Servants were already standing at the walls. A butler was waiting to collect luggage as the guests ate. And, of course, the screens. In place of windows—disgusting things, showing weather that never seemed to match the occasion—the ballroom had more than a dozen alcoves containing tall, arched screens. Later, they’d show footage of the games themselves, but right now, they took the form of pale silver windows that looked out onto a sea of colored spores. Each “window” showed a different color of spores.

Finally, Aurylia took a last look in the mirror. Her hair, which shimmered a different color every time she moved, fell nearly to her feet, with two small buns out of which poked a pair of antlers. They had long been a topic of upper class gossip—were they surgically implanted, or merely clever hair ornaments? Aurylia had never spoken on the subject. Her dress was a simple, silky black (all the better to accentuate her hair). Satisfied, she clapped her hands. The invitations had been sent out. The guests would be arriving any minute, and she couldn’t wait to watch this year’s games.

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Happy hunger games!

This is a roleplay which parallels the Lumar hunger games. You don’t have to be involved in any hunger games to play—you don’t need to know lore, you don’t need to keep up with the hunger games thread, and you don’t need to have a character in the games. Of course, you are more than welcome to do any or all of those things. If you do have a character in the games, you can support them, hate them, or be totally indifferent to them and latch onto someone else’s character. Whatever floats your boat.

Some important rules:

1. This thread is not a rebellion. We aren’t anti-games. We aren’t trying to stop them. These are upper class Capitol citizens who’ve gotten together to watch their favorite show. If, at some point, you character wants to start thinking about how actual lives are ending, that’s okay, but they cannot enter with that point of view.

2. Take the time for longer posts! This watch party isn’t as action packed as the games, and is more about drama, friendship, and petty things. So have some fun. Pretend the games are a book you’re hugely invested in, design an outfit you’ve always dreamed of wearing, and let your imagination run wild.

3. Much of this plot is fueled by the games themselves. If you’re also playing a character in the games, don’t just forget them to RP here. If you’re worried that once your tribute dies, you won’t be able to RP anymore, put a character in here! They can be furious about your other character’s death. Keep things moving there, and everyone has more fun. Also, it’s okay for this thread to move slower. If the games have slowed down, we may have less to do here. That’s okay.

But basically, please come to my party! It’ll be fun! If you want to have a previous relationship with Aurylia (or any other characters here) DM me or put it in the chat thread! This is a party, but also a collection of parties—instead of being one long party, they’ll happen nearly daily throughout the course of the games. Maybe there will be some brunches, some sleepovers, some dances. We are the Effie Trinkets that this world has been missing. So welcome to the most exclusive party the Capitol has to offer, and please, make yourselves at home.

 

Edited December 22, 2025 by Edema Rue

[Shatter He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

The house was perfect. It was more a palace than a house, really, and the entire thing glittered. A long table was set up in the ballroom, covered in rich foods. Various meats dripped with grease, fresh fruits were arranged artfully in crystal bowls, and decadent charcuterie boards filled in the gaps. There were soups, salads, breads, pastries. The rest of the ballroom contained smaller circular tables, where places were set out. Three forks, two spoons, a knife, and a name card. A salad plate, a dessert plate, a soup bowl,  a plate for the main course, a wineglass, a water glass. All the dishes were part of a set Aurylia had gotten made specifically for this year’s hunger games. Each table had a centerpiece and tablecloth themed after a specific spore; the spiky crimson table was her personal favorite.

Aurylia surveyed the room one final time. Servants were already standing at the walls. A butler was waiting to collect luggage as the guests ate. And, of course, the screens. In place of windows—disgusting things, showing weather that never seemed to match the occasion—the ballroom had more than a dozen alcoves containing tall, arched screens. Later, they’d show footage of the games themselves, but right now, they took the form of pale silver windows that looked out onto a sea of colored spores. Each “window” showed a different color of spores.

Finally, Aurylia took a last look in the mirror. Her hair, which shimmered a different color every time she moved, fell nearly to her feet, with two small buns out of which poked a pair of antlers. They had long been a topic of upper class gossip—were they surgically implanted, or merely clever hair ornaments? Aurylia had never spoken on the subject. Her dress was a simple, silky black (all the better to accentuate her hair). Satisfied, she clapped her hands. The invitations had been sent out. The guests would be arriving any minute, and she couldn’t wait to watch this year’s games.

 

The doors at the far end of the ballroom opened with measured restraint.

Two servants preceded him, their steps matched. Between them walked a man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, cut in a style that valued lineage over fashion. White gloves covered his hands; a silver-capped cane rested lightly in one of them. His pace was unhurried, his posture exact.

Aurylia turned as he approached.

He halted at a respectful distance and inclined his head.

“My lady Aurylia,” he said, his voice smooth and cultivated, bearing the cadence of an older aristocracy. “Permit me to say: the arrangements are exemplary. One rarely encounters a gathering so… deliberately composed.”

His gloved hand made the faintest gesture toward the silver screens.

“I trust this year’s proceedings will prove suitably illuminating and entertaining.”

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Edema Rue said:

The house was perfect. It was more a palace than a house, really, and the entire thing glittered. A long table was set up in the ballroom, covered in rich foods. Various meats dripped with grease, fresh fruits were arranged artfully in crystal bowls, and decadent charcuterie boards filled in the gaps. There were soups, salads, breads, pastries. The rest of the ballroom contained smaller circular tables, where places were set out. Three forks, two spoons, a knife, and a name card. A salad plate, a dessert plate, a soup bowl,  a plate for the main course, a wineglass, a water glass. All the dishes were part of a set Aurylia had gotten made specifically for this year’s hunger games. Each table had a centerpiece and tablecloth themed after a specific spore; the spiky crimson table was her personal favorite.

Aurylia surveyed the room one final time. Servants were already standing at the walls. A butler was waiting to collect luggage as the guests ate. And, of course, the screens. In place of windows—disgusting things, showing weather that never seemed to match the occasion—the ballroom had more than a dozen alcoves containing tall, arched screens. Later, they’d show footage of the games themselves, but right now, they took the form of pale silver windows that looked out onto a sea of colored spores. Each “window” showed a different color of spores.

Finally, Aurylia took a last look in the mirror. Her hair, which shimmered a different color every time she moved, fell nearly to her feet, with two small buns out of which poked a pair of antlers. They had long been a topic of upper class gossip—were they surgically implanted, or merely clever hair ornaments? Aurylia had never spoken on the subject. Her dress was a simple, silky black (all the better to accentuate her hair). Satisfied, she clapped her hands. The invitations had been sent out. The guests would be arriving any minute, and she couldn’t wait to watch this year’s games.

 

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Would she have invited President Rosegaze?

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

2 hours ago, Shatter said:

The doors at the far end of the ballroom opened with measured restraint.

Two servants preceded him, their steps matched. Between them walked a man in a dark, impeccably tailored suit, cut in a style that valued lineage over fashion. White gloves covered his hands; a silver-capped cane rested lightly in one of them. His pace was unhurried, his posture exact.

Aurylia turned as he approached.

He halted at a respectful distance and inclined his head.

“My lady Aurylia,” he said, his voice smooth and cultivated, bearing the cadence of an older aristocracy. “Permit me to say: the arrangements are exemplary. One rarely encounters a gathering so… deliberately composed.”

His gloved hand made the faintest gesture toward the silver screens.

“I trust this year’s proceedings will prove suitably illuminating and entertaining.”

Aurylia dipped her head, smiling as only a noble could. “That depends entirely on this year’s tributes…but I must say, I have high hopes.” She crossed the room, heels clicking strangely on the tile. At a closer glance, it was clear they were made of polished white bone. “Your punctuality is greatly appreciated, but I do apologize for the wait.” She laughed softly, like bells tinkling. “Everyone always wants to be fashionably late, but all that does is push back the time.”

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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Yes, but mostly as a formality. This is the kind of party that would happen daily as long as the games go on, so the president would have been invited but probably isn’t expected to be there every day.

 

[Shatter He/Him]

12 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Aurylia dipped her head, smiling as only a noble could. “That depends entirely on this year’s tributes…but I must say, I have high hopes.” She crossed the room, heels clicking strangely on the tile. At a closer glance, it was clear they were made of polished white bone. “Your punctuality is greatly appreciated, but I do apologize for the wait.” She laughed softly, like bells tinkling. “Everyone always wants to be fashionably late, but all that does is push back the time.”

“Quite so,” Lord Vaelor replied evenly. “Punctuality is an unfashionable virtue, I’m afraid. One I have never seen the sense in abandoning.”

His gaze flicked, briefly and politely, to the bone heels, then returned to her face.

“As for the wait,” he continued, unbothered, “I find anticipation sharpens the appetite. Not for food, naturally, but for outcomes.”

He inclined his head a fraction.

“I am content to observe at your leisure, my lady.”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

7 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

The house was perfect. It was more a palace than a house, really, and the entire thing glittered. A long table was set up in the ballroom, covered in rich foods. Various meats dripped with grease, fresh fruits were arranged artfully in crystal bowls, and decadent charcuterie boards filled in the gaps. There were soups, salads, breads, pastries. The rest of the ballroom contained smaller circular tables, where places were set out. Three forks, two spoons, a knife, and a name card. A salad plate, a dessert plate, a soup bowl,  a plate for the main course, a wineglass, a water glass. All the dishes were part of a set Aurylia had gotten made specifically for this year’s hunger games. Each table had a centerpiece and tablecloth themed after a specific spore; the spiky crimson table was her personal favorite.

Aurylia surveyed the room one final time. Servants were already standing at the walls. A butler was waiting to collect luggage as the guests ate. And, of course, the screens. In place of windows—disgusting things, showing weather that never seemed to match the occasion—the ballroom had more than a dozen alcoves containing tall, arched screens. Later, they’d show footage of the games themselves, but right now, they took the form of pale silver windows that looked out onto a sea of colored spores. Each “window” showed a different color of spores.

Finally, Aurylia took a last look in the mirror. Her hair, which shimmered a different color every time she moved, fell nearly to her feet, with two small buns out of which poked a pair of antlers. They had long been a topic of upper class gossip—were they surgically implanted, or merely clever hair ornaments? Aurylia had never spoken on the subject. Her dress was a simple, silky black (all the better to accentuate her hair). Satisfied, she clapped her hands. The invitations had been sent out. The guests would be arriving any minute, and she couldn’t wait to watch this year’s games.

 

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can i magic

pls can i magic?

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

12 hours ago, Shatter said:

“Quite so,” Lord Vaelor replied evenly. “Punctuality is an unfashionable virtue, I’m afraid. One I have never seen the sense in abandoning.”

His gaze flicked, briefly and politely, to the bone heels, then returned to her face.

“As for the wait,” he continued, unbothered, “I find anticipation sharpens the appetite. Not for food, naturally, but for outcomes.”

He inclined his head a fraction.

“I am content to observe at your leisure, my lady.”

Aurylia nodded again. “Then be at ease, my lord.” She drifted away, turning to look out the one of the “windows” onto a sea of midnight spores. 

Slowly, steadily, guests trickled in. A few at a time, one here, one there, but enough that the party wasn’t an embarrassment, and in the end, wasn’t that the most important thing? Aurylia danced between groups, delightful and charming, the perfect hostess.

7 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

 

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Oh oh I forgot to say that!

Yes you can. I kinda think since we’ve done all cosmere hunger games, you’re welcome to any magic system, but something from Lumar used cosmetically would be the most tasteful. Or surgical enhancements (like stuff from the OG hunger games) are okay. Anything else would be looks down on by high society, especially if it’s crude or actually…useful? What??

But yes, you are more than welcome to magic.

 

[Shatter He/Him]

11 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

Oh oh I forgot to say that!

Yes you can. I kinda think since we’ve done all cosmere hunger games, you’re welcome to any magic system, but something from Lumar used cosmetically would be the most tasteful. Or surgical enhancements (like stuff from the OG hunger games) are okay. Anything else would be looks down on by high society, especially if it’s crude or actually…useful? What??

But yes, you are more than welcome to magic.

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It must be fashionable, though. After all, this is a party for lords and ladies.

 

Edited December 22, 2025 by Shatter

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

3 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Aurylia nodded again. “Then be at ease, my lord.” She drifted away, turning to look out the one of the “windows” onto a sea of midnight spores. 

Slowly, steadily, guests trickled in. A few at a time, one here, one there, but enough that the party wasn’t an embarrassment, and in the end, wasn’t that the most important thing? Aurylia danced between groups, delightful and charming, the perfect hostess.

 

A man walks into the room, his right arm almost entirely transformed into that of a dragon. He looks around to see what's going on.

[Edema Rue she/her]

2 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

A man walks into the room, his right arm almost entirely transformed into that of a dragon. He looks around to see what's going on.

Aurylia winced, not recognizing the stranger and not at all appreciating the scales. Honestly. It was as if people didn’t even read the invitations. But then, speaking of invitations, had she invited him? Slowly, she made her way through the crowd. “What a unique sense of style,” she said conversationally. “I would expect it to leave an impression, but I can’t seem to recall your name…”

Edited December 22, 2025 by Edema Rue

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

1 hour ago, Edema Rue said:

Aurylia winced, not recognizing the stranger and not at all appreciating the scales. Honestly. It was as if people didn’t even read the invitations. But then, speaking of invitations, had she invited him? Slowly, she made her way through the crowd. “What a unique sense of style,” she said conversationally. “I would expect it to leave an impression, but I can’t seem to recall your name…”

"Ah yes," He said, "My name is Draco, I dont come around these parts." He examines your expressions carefully, before adding, "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can change it."

[Edema Rue she/her]

4 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Ah yes," He said, "My name is Draco, I dont come around these parts." He examines your expressions carefully, before adding, "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can change it."

“Mm.” Aurylia pursed her lips. She could see a pair of women with short hair and identical noses listening in. “You are aware that this is an invitation only event?” The arm was distasteful, but suggesting that she was too weak to handle it? That was downright rude. Next year, she thought wryly, I’m not hosting.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

56 minutes ago, Edema Rue said:

“Mm.” Aurylia pursed her lips. She could see a pair of women with short hair and identical noses listening in. “You are aware that this is an invitation only event?” The arm was distasteful, but suggesting that she was too weak to handle it? That was downright rude. Next year, she thought wryly, I’m not hosting.

"Oh yes!" Draco said, exited. "I got this invitation from one of my twin!" He holds out a piece of paper that has a different name on it, but same face, and the arm was a normal arm. "He was too sick of the games to come. So I offered to go in his stead!"

[Edema Rue she/her]

1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Oh yes!" Draco said, exited. "I got this invitation from one of my twin!" He holds out a piece of paper that has a different name on it, but same face, and the arm was a normal arm. "He was too sick of the games to come. So I offered to go in his stead!"

“That is not how invitations work!” Aurylia was proud that she didn’t sigh. She was proud that she didn’t scream, cry, or, heaven forbid, throw a punch. She did close her eyes and take a long breath, but that was just fine. A man with spiky green hair and a cloak that looked like falling verdant spores even patted her shoulder consolingly as he passed. They understood.

“You ought to be thrown out, playing these kinds of games at the party of the year.” She wasn’t going to cry. Hostesses didn’t cry. But really, to show up uninvited to a party, and slander it in front of the guests? Much worse, to slander the games themselves? It was very nearly a district idea, and the thought disgusted Aurylia so much that she started to feel faint. She pulled a fan from her pocket. “Well? Have you got an explanation?”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

2 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

“That is not how invitations work!” Aurylia was proud that she didn’t sigh. She was proud that she didn’t scream, cry, or, heaven forbid, throw a punch. She did close her eyes and take a long breath, but that was just fine. A man with spiky green hair and a cloak that looked like falling verdant spores even patted her shoulder consolingly as he passed. They understood.

“You ought to be thrown out, playing these kinds of games at the party of the year.” She wasn’t going to cry. Hostesses didn’t cry. But really, to show up uninvited to a party, and slander it in front of the guests? Much worse, to slander the games themselves? It was very nearly a district idea, and the thought disgusted Aurylia so much that she started to feel faint. She pulled a fan from her pocket. “Well? Have you got an explanation?”

"Well..." Draco trailed off. "It does say plus one" He says, pointing at the bottom. "And my twin did say that if pretending to be him didn't work I should talk about the plus on-Ohhhhhhh. Sorry, I skipped the pretending to be him part." He pauses for a moment, his arms becomes a normal arm (except the sleeve is forest green compared to his pitch black suit) and he says in a completely different voice, "Hello, I am Malus, here for the party." He looks around before whispering, "That was convincing, right?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

20 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Well..." Draco trailed off. "It does say plus one" He says, pointing at the bottom. "And my twin did say that if pretending to be him didn't work I should talk about the plus on-Ohhhhhhh. Sorry, I skipped the pretending to be him part." He pauses for a moment, his arms becomes a normal arm (except the sleeve is forest green compared to his pitch black suit) and he says in a completely different voice, "Hello, I am Malus, here for the party." He looks around before whispering, "That was convincing, right?"

Aurylia whipped around, searching…there. A servant in a white suit scurried towards her.

”Yes, Lady?”

”I told you there were to be no plus-ones this year,” Aurylia hissed.

The servant paled visibly. “I…I’m sure I took it off the invitations, Lady.”

Aurylia pointed at Draco’s invitation. “Clearly, you did not. Go make yourself useful. I’ll deal with you later.”

She turned back to Draco. “It’s unconventional, but we have a seat for your…twin, you said? You can stay.” She took a breath, feeling her heartrate slow. Yes. This was good. She’d be all right. “And sometime, you’ll have to tell me where you got your arm done. That kind of flexibility is brilliant—it must match every outfit!” A few people watching nodded their agreement.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

3 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Aurylia whipped around, searching…there. A servant in a white suit scurried towards her.

”Yes, Lady?”

”I told you there were to be no plus-ones this year,” Aurylia hissed.

The servant paled visibly. “I…I’m sure I took it off the invitations, Lady.”

Aurylia pointed at Draco’s invitation. “Clearly, you did not. Go make yourself useful. I’ll deal with you later.”

She turned back to Draco. “It’s unconventional, but we have a seat for your…twin, you said? You can stay.” She took a breath, feeling her heartrate slow. Yes. This was good. She’d be all right. “And sometime, you’ll have to tell me where you got your arm done. That kind of flexibility is brilliant—it must match every outfit!” A few people watching nodded their agreement.

"Oh yeah! There's this guy my twin recomended, who can do some crazy stuff with magic to alter body parts. It costs extra for you to be able to change at will." Draco smiles, happy that he was able to talk to someone about one of his favorite things, magic.

[Edema Rue she/her]

10 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"Oh yeah! There's this guy my twin recomended, who can do some crazy stuff with magic to alter body parts. It costs extra for you to be able to change at will." Draco smiles, happy that he was able to talk to someone about one of his favorite things, magic.

“Magic!” Aurylia laughed lightly. “Aren’t you just a delight? That’s simply fascinating. And so uncommon…why, think of the story! I could sponsor them. It would change fashion forever! Oh, yes, you must give them my information.”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

8 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

“Magic!” Aurylia laughed lightly. “Aren’t you just a delight? That’s simply fascinating. And so uncommon…why, think of the story! I could sponsor them. It would change fashion forever! Oh, yes, you must give them my information.”

"I will! They are a little... unconventional... but if you choose to go there I'm sure you'll figure it out!"

Edited December 25, 2025 by CoderDrag0n8

[Edema Rue she/her]

7 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

"I will! They are a little... unconventional... but if you choos to go there I'm sure you'll figure it out!"

“How curious,” Aurylia mused. She turned, spotting Lord Vaelor. “Have you met Draco?”

@Shatter

[Shatter He/Him]

13 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

“How curious,” Aurylia mused. She turned, spotting Lord Vaelor. “Have you met Draco?”

@Shatter

Vaelor inclined his head slightly toward Draco, keeping his gloves folded over his cane.

“I have not, my lady” he said briefly, then addressed Draco with the same clipped courtesy. “A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

6 hours ago, Shatter said:

Vaelor inclined his head slightly toward Draco, keeping his gloves folded over his cane.

“I have not, my lady” he said briefly, then addressed Draco with the same clipped courtesy. “A pleasure to meet you, sir.”

"And to you the same." Draco dips his hat.

[Born of Mist He/Him]

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Can I take part in this even if I'm rping one of the characters?

@Edema Rue

Edited December 26, 2025 by Ookla the Mistborn

[Edema Rue she/her]

2 hours ago, Ookla the Mistborn said:

@Edema Rue

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Yes!! Please!

 

@Spark of Hope

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Would you like to narrate how the games begin? Just a general summary type thing?

 

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Edema Rue said:

 

@Spark of Hope

 

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I can later, but not now