after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || March 12th, 2013, 6:00PM [backdated]
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony 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 you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

Comments

[sorceresslite]

Thoster! [ it's your tiny little boo! ella grins at him, ducking under someone's arm (probably andrew, tbh) to veer over toward him. ] You look gorg.

[bluffcheck]

Nevermind how I look... [Not that he knows what 'gorg' means.] Look at you! Give us a twirl. That skirt looks like it's dying to dance.

[sorceresslite]

[ TWIRL. everyone is always asking her to twirl and ella always does because why not? and thoster didn't specifically ask to stare at her ass so she doesn't even hesitate. ]

[bluffcheck]

[Pretty girls twirling around is just a good thing okay.]

Prettiest little thing with fire in her hair that I've met in quite some time. [Not at all a lie. He hasn't met other red heads yet.]

[sorceresslite]

Duh. [ lnisflnfslinfs what is modesty. ]

[bluffcheck]

[He laughs long and loud at her answer.]

The more I get to know you, the more I like you, lass.

[sorceresslite]

I'm a likable lady. Granted, rubbish at actually bein' a fucking lady, but I'm still dead likable.

[bluffcheck]

I don't know about that. I've found there's all sorts of ladies, each lovely in their own way. I'd be happy to have you on my arm any time you'd allow it. Anyone else who says differently is abso-fucking-lutely out of their mind.

[He grins. See? He learned something.]

[sorceresslite]

[ she BEAMS. she's a brilliant teacher, innit she? she is. ] Too right they are, too right.

[bluffcheck]

[She really is okay.]

So what's your story, Ella? How long have you been part of Wynn's merry band?

[sorceresslite]

Six years now. My brother's been in for ten, wanker. You might know him, actually. Finn Cailte? Tall, dark hair, enjoys stabbing things with a sword and being generally dashing like a fucking Disney prince. Looks absolutely nothing like me at all. He's in Ireland at the mo', back home.

[bluffcheck]

Can't say that I have. But I've only been here a year, close to two by now. Must've missed him in the halls and at the parties.

[sorceresslite]

Meh, he's no fun, no loss. [ this is all lies. finn rules. finn is the coolest. finn is awesome. ]

[bluffcheck]

Can't be all bad with a sister like you, can he? Bet you've kept him on his toes over the years.