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The crowning ceremony for one Caro Lichfield, District 12, gets a particularly lovely turnout. The Capitol crowds like her very much, obviously - but they like Victors, in general, the bloodier the better. Everyone's very excited about the surprise win from perhaps the most underdog of underdog districts, and in what a spectacular fashion it was. The Flower of District 12 had given them quite a wonderfully bloody show, hadn't she? The drama. The betrayal. The violence. But, on with the show!
Caesar greets the audience with his usual panache before begining the introductions for the Victor's prep team. Weyoun Trinket is first, smiling, wavin and beaming brightly at the audience. Garak and Portia follow to loud applause, of course, they had done such a good job. Walter is the last and he barely gets out on stage before he stumbles, nearly falling before catching himself at what might be literally the last possible second. He pauses his movement towards his spot to look vaguely relieved, then grin and give a very clear no I'm ok, I'm ok thumbs up. The crowd roars in laughter then claps and stomps for about five minutes straight. To his credit, he manages to not look all that shocked on camera.
Once the crowd quiets down, Caro is lifted up to the stage from below it to much fanfare. She looks lovely, no trace of the violence and horror of her Games to speak of, and her dress is something that her stylist will get yet more acclaim. She finds her seat - the wonderfully ornate throne everyone has seen every year - and settles in while Caesar cues the recap. The lights dim, and the highlight reel begins. They cut those long 7 days into only the 'best' - and only what fits their particular storyline, that of a very cunning girl. The death of Ceebee and Cypress is included and accompanied by a very sad song, a leitmotif that plays again both in Zopf's eventual demise and then in Caro's eventual triumph.
The lights brighten again, and the anthem repeats as President Snow himself takes the stage. A small girl accompanies him with a crown held delicately on a very ornate pillow. He places it on Caro's head to thundering applause. Much waving and smiling follows, until Caesar finally reminds the audience to tune in for the Victory interview! And then the show ends.
Caesar greets the audience with his usual panache before begining the introductions for the Victor's prep team. Weyoun Trinket is first, smiling, wavin and beaming brightly at the audience. Garak and Portia follow to loud applause, of course, they had done such a good job. Walter is the last and he barely gets out on stage before he stumbles, nearly falling before catching himself at what might be literally the last possible second. He pauses his movement towards his spot to look vaguely relieved, then grin and give a very clear no I'm ok, I'm ok thumbs up. The crowd roars in laughter then claps and stomps for about five minutes straight. To his credit, he manages to not look all that shocked on camera.
Once the crowd quiets down, Caro is lifted up to the stage from below it to much fanfare. She looks lovely, no trace of the violence and horror of her Games to speak of, and her dress is something that her stylist will get yet more acclaim. She finds her seat - the wonderfully ornate throne everyone has seen every year - and settles in while Caesar cues the recap. The lights dim, and the highlight reel begins. They cut those long 7 days into only the 'best' - and only what fits their particular storyline, that of a very cunning girl. The death of Ceebee and Cypress is included and accompanied by a very sad song, a leitmotif that plays again both in Zopf's eventual demise and then in Caro's eventual triumph.
The lights brighten again, and the anthem repeats as President Snow himself takes the stage. A small girl accompanies him with a crown held delicately on a very ornate pillow. He places it on Caro's head to thundering applause. Much waving and smiling follows, until Caesar finally reminds the audience to tune in for the Victory interview! And then the show ends.