feast & after-party ♔ empty my heart | i've got to make room for this feeling

[wynn]

♬ Can't Take It In - Imogen Heap

WHO || Wynn, the new Squires, any and all Knights
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Feast & Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dining Hall & Ballroom
WHEN || February 9th, 2012, 7:00PM / 9:00 PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

While every dinner served in the Knights' exceptionally large Dining Hall manages to have a sense of occasion, given the sheer quantity of food necessary to serve the hundreds who take their meals there, the 'feast' Wynn's ordered for after this squiring party outdoes the norm. It's not a problem to produce so much food at the drop of the hat when mages can magically summon up entire banquets, and so the room teems over with the smells and spices of hundreds of unique dishes. Centerpieces built with peacock feathers and sweet smelling flowers dot the table at intervals. A silver cage in the very middle of the table includes several live birds, their feet and tufts each appearing to be silver as well. A banner hangs from the top of the cage, with the Knight's symbol of a black dragon on a silver field.

The food has a distinctly medieval flair to it today, which several of the older Shadowkind Knights express their boisterous appreciation for as they dive in. The first course consists of a civet of hare, a quarter of salted stag, a stuffed chicken and a loin of veal, the latter two covered with a German sauce with gilt sugar-plums and pomegranate seeds. At each end of the table is an enormous pie, surmounted with smaller pies, which form a crown. The crust of the large ones is silvered all round and gilt at the top; each contains a whole roe-deer, a gosling, three capons, six chickens, ten pigeons, and one young rabbit. Serving as seasoning or stuffing, a minced loin of veal, two pounds of fat, and twenty-six hard-boiled eggs, covered with saffron and flavoured with cloves.

A second course follows: aroe-deer, a pig, a sturgeon cooked in parsley and vinegar, and covered with powdered ginger; a kid, two goslings, twelve chickens, as many pigeons, six young rabbits, two herons, a leveret, a fat capon stuffed, four chickens covered with yolks of eggs and sprinkled with spiced powder de Duc, and even a wild boar.

Next came wafers and stars; a jelly, part white and part blue. A fourth course of cream with Duc powder, covered with fennel seeds preserved in sugar; a white cream, cheese in slices, and strawberries; and, lastly, plums stewed in rose-water.

Besides these four courses, there's a fifth, entirely composed of wines, and of preserves, which consist of fruits and various sweet pastries in the shapes of dragons.

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Following this, assuming anyone is still capable of moving at all is the after-party: a black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Per usual, a couple hours are provided following the feast for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope none of you are shy. They're all here to meet you. 

All open feast threads should be made under the FEAST heading below. Any other threads below will be for the after-party. Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

Comments

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha "borrows" one of Spike's wine bottles in order to top off her own glass, flashing him a friendly smile.] Sure is a lot of food here, isn't there? I have to admit, I don't know what half of it is. 's all a bit medieval, don't you think?

[bigbad]

Sort of the theme here, I've noticed. You know, since we're in a bloody castle and everything. [Spike raises his glass to clink against hers.]

[aproperdoctor]

Not to mention that we're knights and all, complete with suits of armour and the whole...sword-dubbing thing. [Well, now she just feels kinda dumb. SUCH IS HER LIFE.] Still, seems like it's modern enough here - I mean, I don't know about you, but they gave me a mobile here that's loads nicer than my one back home. [She lifts her glass to him and drinks part of it down.]

[bigbad]

Oh, yeah, me too. [He's not sure he even had a mobile before, but if he did, it probably wasn't this nice.] And a gun. Didn't expect that with all the medieval madness.

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha can't remember why she's so opposed to guns, but she doesn't like them - it's not just a normal 'oh hay I'm a doctor, I don't want to hurt people' thing, but something more. Maybe she did forget something after all...but maybe not.]

So who's your knight? [i...dek if this is before or after the musical number. D:]

[bigbad]

[LET'S SAY IT IS BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS FUNNIER THAT WAY.

Spike grimaces at her question and rolls his eyes in the general direction of the door.]

Sir Sexist Git.

[aproperdoctor]

Oh. [Martha winces a little in sympathy.] I can't say I blame Buffy much for her reaction to him - I'm just glad I don't have to deal with that sort of thing.

[bigbad]

I don't blame her either. Honestly, it was the highlight of my night.

[aproperdoctor]

[She shoots him a teasing grin] I didn't notice you joining in for the tabletop musical number, though.

[bigbad]

Well, I didn't know the words. Or, you know. Maybe. [Probably not. But he would have at least been less confused.]

[aproperdoctor]

Maybe they teach you the words to all the Knights' drinking songs in training.

[bigbad]

Remind me to skip training that day.

[aproperdoctor]

I'll go if there's free drinks, but I'm leaving once the musical numbers start. Especially if people start table-dancing.

...oh, I sure lost this notif.

[bigbad]

Oh, I don't know. I'd do a lot of things for a free drink. [He gives a small shudder.] Dancing on tables isn't one of them.