after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || March 2nd, 2012, 9:00PM
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 none of you are 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.

Comments

ota!

[mellifluence]

[After spending an eternity debating about dresses, and just what would be nice enough, Rayna settled on a lace gown that fell to the floor, with her long hair swept back and up. She's used to wearing dresses, but she's never worn something so nice. Or been somewhere so nice, for that matter. Her brother would probably have a wide array of jokes stored up for the occasion, but she just tried to stay on the outskirts of the crowds.

Wallflower? You bet. But she's wearing her most polite smile to try to make up for how desperately she's trying to avoid eye contact. It'd be nice if Boaz was there - maybe she could even clip a bow-tie to his fur - but she'll find a way to manage.]

[luthir]

[Also stalking along the outline of the room is this very obvious looking elf, who's decked out in traditional silvery garb of his people, looking fully classy. He carries a flute of what looks like wine in hand and comes to a stop a few feet away, nodding his head with dignity]

Congratulations and welcome to our Order.

[mellifluence]

[She almost looks around to verify that he's talking to her, but she stops herself before she looks that ridiculous. Instead she nods in turn and flashes a brighter smile up at him.]

Thank you. I guess...it still feels surreal. You probably hear that a lot, though.

[luthir]

I imagine the flair of the ceremony is a bit overwhelming. [Though his wording makes it sound as if it certainly wasn't, in his case.] Though I suppose it's designed to be.

[mellifluence]

Right... [She looks away, inwardly amused. She almost missed this--conversing with an elf. They always spoke so fluently and effortlessly.]

What is it that you do here?

[luthir]

I've been with the Order for almost a hundred and fifty years by the human calendar. I serve in the section known as the Dragon's Hide - our first line of defense, you might say.

[mellifluence]

That's...a long time. You must have seen a lot.

[Too much, she hints from her tone. She can only imagine it's tiring to live so long, and the only other elf she's known hated speaking of the future.]

I guess it means you're good at what you do, though.

[luthir]

It would be a rather poor showing if I'd remained here all that time without improving.

[He sounds amused by the idea, though only barely. Probably just because he's an elf, though... wat is displaying sense of humor]

[mellifluence]

[A good fifth of her life was spent following an elf around like a puppy, so she catches on well enough to smile.]

The elf I knew thought he was already really perfect.

[luthir]

Was this an elf you knew quite well?

[mellifluence]

I thought so.

[luthir]

[He catches on quickly. Or something like that.] ... Ah.

Well, you may find we elves are not all as similar as many humans would think.

[mellifluence]

[She'd say that it was a long time ago but that would sound ridiculous to someone who's lived at least a hundred and fifty years, so she just shakes her head.]

I know. And now I can see for myself.

[She realizes belatedly it might sound like she's hitting on him so she tries to cover it up quickly.] So the Dragon's Hide... You must do a fair amount of fighting?

[king]

[ Arthur is still in the ceremonial mail rather than modern formal gear, which he still avoids like the plague, sorry Buffy. His last attempt to talk to the wallflower at the afterparty hadn't actually worked out so well, but this time he's determined to do better. ]

[ So he approaches Rayna, who is non-intimidating and garbed in something that makes him think of home. Gives her a small quirk of a smile once he's caught her eye, a nod once he's close enough to converse. ]

Hullo. Enjoying the evening?

[mellifluence]

[While she lifts her brows in surprise when she sees him still in the armor, she tries to hide her expression just as quickly. She does a rather poor job of it, which accounts for a light flush, and suddenly wishes she had something in her hands to fiddle with.]

I am, very much. [It's the polite answer, as is trying not to stare.] And you?

[king]

Well enough, well enough.

[ He sounds a little bit dismissive. It's not unenjoyable but the extravagant festivities don't really do it for him. ]

I was only squired a month ago, though there were a lot more people here then. Everyone's keeping busy, I suppose.

[mellifluence]

Just a month? You seem fond of your armor.

[king]

I'm more comfortable in it than any of the other things they have in there. Though I'll admit, it's a little ceremonial for my taste. Give me plain old steel and chain any day.

[mellifluence]

[It has to be a joke so she tries to play along.] Are you sure you wouldn't rather have enchanted dragon scales or the skin of some nasty beast?

[king]

[ But he just gives her an odd look. ] Positive, thanks.

[mellifluence]

[And she realizes it far too late.] Sorry, just-- [She's all kinds of awkward now so she'll just try to move on and maybe he'll forget.] Um, where are you from?

[king]

[ He's so used to the socially awkward that it doesn't really phase him. ]

Camelot, Albion.

[ Thus the armor. ]

[mellifluence]

Sounds familiar... [Just. Really familiar. Yep.] Is it nice there? Do you miss it?

[king]

It's a beautiful kingdom. There are no cities as I've seen here, though the castle of Camelot is as large as this one, and several stories higher. But there are thick forests, and deep, clear lakes, and hills that roll away green into the distance...

[ Oh, he's getting a little carried away, looking off with a great tenderness in his eyes as though he can see the whole kingdom spread out before him, even now. He looks back at her, abashed. ]

I suppose I miss it, yes.

[mellifluence]

You must really love Camelot; no wonder you miss it. [Since she doesn't know him well enough for a comforting touch, she tries for a smile instead.] It sounds beautiful.