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.

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Opeeeen;

[killarevolution]

[Are you tired of hearing about HOW DAMN OUT OF PLACE Haymitch is?

Well, shocker. He actually looks less out of place than you'd imagine now that he's just dressed up. All those years of mentoring he doesn't remember. That doesn't mean he's not twitchy and uncomfortable by all these strange people and would rather be ELSEWHERE, but some niggling sensation keeps telling him he knows how to behave in public and pretend he gives a shit and also there's booze. So yeah.

Being an amnesiac drunk sucks.]

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[chiakiyoshida]

[Tonight is basically the only time ever you'll see Chiaki not wearing a long black coat. Instead, she's wearing a strapless dress - okay, also black - that's elegant in its simplicity, or something like that. Her long hair is pulled back into a bun that's slightly severe, but, in her opinion, looks better than just wearing her hair loose. Basically, she's not good with the whole fashion thing, so she sticks with what she knows.

She's not terribly huge on the whole crowd thing, but she'll deal with it.]

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.]

[65]

[He wasn't completely sure about the same or the face, and it had been bugging him the entire squiring ceremony maybe that's why he couldn't remember the words to the pledge hur hur. THIS CRAZY HOBO WAS SO FAMILIAR.

And then it hit him! Haymitch wasn't just Haymitch, he was Haymitch. That crazy drunk mentor from District 12. ... What was he doing here??? Well, he wasn't going to find out by just standing there staring, so he moves across the room to chat.]

Never thought I'd see you at a thing like this, getting knighted and all. Congratulations on not falling down on the walk down the aisle. [he thinks he's just being kawaii and not ... insulting essentially a stranger. His bad. 8( ]

[militarized]

[ Ethan comes up beside him, easily picking him out because, well, he's pretty much one of the oldest looking guys there. Unless Spock is there. He'd win that battle. But, the point is made, everyone in this castle is a straight up fetus. Ethan grabs a champagne flute off the tray of a passing waiter and takes a sip before addressing Haymitch, observing the youngins in their dancing. ]

Enjoying your party?

[killarevolution]

[YOU WANNA SEE HOW HARD I CAN PUNCH??

It's the first thought in Haymitch's head, because dear God, there is a bronze-haired tan kid standing in front of him and he wants it to go away. Why is it acting like he knows him? WHAT'S TATERS, PRECIOUS?]

That supposed to be endearing?

[killarevolution]

[Haymitch is trying to siphon a glass of wine into a flask he snuck into the party. That is how classy he is. Also, he's not sure if they're going to let him drink after this. Normally, someone would look guilty at being caught being... That much of an alcoholic, but... Nope. Haymitch doesn't even look up until he's finished, just presses on like this is normal.] Had worse. Probably. I'll tell you when I remember.

ota;

[65]

[Finnick is dressed all fancy in a suit and thinking it's pretty nice. This is a lot better than all the awkward shit they made him wear at Capitol stuff when they let him wear clothes at all. And, like his walk down the red carpet, he's still working the crowd. You know, talking to people and being all amiable and things. It's kind of a reflex at this point, instead of something he sincerely puts his heart into. But it's better than being a sad lonelychan loser by the punch bowl.

After seeing Haymitch, or ... "Haymitch", he's suspicious of this being some kind of fucked up Capitol brainwashing mindgame thing. So he's also using this as an opportunity to snoop and keep his eye out for ~clues~.]

[militarized]

[ It's okay, Ethan isn't going to judge him. You see a lot of fucked up guys in the military during war-time. Alcoholics are a dime-a-dozen. ]

More amnesia, hm? You're in good company around here. From what I hear, a lot of the knights came through the Veil themselves.

[befree]

[There is something about him that Katniss doesn't like.

He strikes a sense of familiarity, although she has no idea why. It bothers her, and like with Arthur, she spends a good portion of the night stalking him with her eyes. She isn't exactly fond of social situations, and unlike her first party, she's dressed like a normal teenager that doesn't give a fuck.

Which means jeans, Doc Martens, and a hoodie.

Her hands are shoved into the front pocket of her hoodie and she's leaning up against a nearby wall, staring intensely at him.

Watching his every move.]

[befree]

[Katniss can tell within five seconds if someone is a douchebag or not. It only took her two seconds during the ceremony to decide that this guy definitely was. With his bronze hair and rippling body he is in no way attractive, and why does he insist on talking to people like it's a fun thing to do?

Something about him, like that old guy earlier, strikes a chord with her. She wants to speak to him, but he's such a tool that she has no fucks left to give and doesn't want to be seen making an effort to speak to someone. If she did that, other people might come up and try talking to her.

So she just slowly stalks him around the room, keeping a good distance to observe him without having to necessarily talk to him. Yes, she realizes this is creepy.

No, she doesn't care.]

[65]

[He raises his eyebrows slightly because was a much more ornery response than the one he was expecting.]

Calm down, it was just small talk.

[killarevolution]

That a fact. [It's not even a question. He's just... Not surprised this place is like a little collection of stray dogs that believe they're going to go make something of themselves. Something about this appeals to him in a weird way, but hell if he knows why.] Any of them actually get their memories back?

[65]

[In the middle of talking to someone else, his eyes lock onto stalker-Katniss and widen with recognition. He finagles his way out of that conversation so he can sneak his way over to her before she can run away like the sneaky bitch she is.]

Katniss? [It's a question instead of a greeting, because now he can't be completely sure if it's her or not.]

[killarevolution]

[Drunk, addled- you would think Haymitch was unobservant. And maybe he was- like hell if he could remember- but in an unfamiliar setting, with no memories, nothing to ground himself with save for a flask and a knife and some 'Nam-style PTSD-flashbacks... Yeah, he's going to notice someone eye-stalking him.

And he takes it like a man for approximately ten minutes before he circles around like he's about to leave the room, only to double back and come up somewhere to Katniss's left.] Something on your mind, sweetheart?

[Uh. Weird endearment for some girl he doesn't know. But there is something familiar about her. Something that... Makes him want to patronize her and be generally jerky.

But she started it. Okay.]

[killarevolution]

And I'm sure it would be more effective on someone who actually knows you. [Because right now, you reek of some douchebag playing Confuse the Drunk.]

[65]

But you do know me.

[IS HE SERIOUSLY THIS DRUNK?????]

[killarevolution]

[Uhhhh. Well, now that you mention it....

..Nope.]

Five minutes on a stage together doesn't count. [ARE YOU ONE OF THOSE HIPPIES WHO BELIEVE IN LOVE FOR EVERYONE???]

[65]

Not like that. I'm Finnick, remember? Fellow Hunger Games victor. We -- you know?

[militarized]

None that I know of. [ It's not comforting, of course, but it's honest. ]

[killarevolution]

[OH SNAP. Hello, Finnick. Have you met that wall behind you. Haymitch barely has time to stick his flask back in his pocket before he's whirling on this stupid kid and shoving him against said wall. Somewhere in this, the wine glass he had broke and now he's using it like a shiv.]

Turns out I don't know. Real question is what do you know? [Sob. Out of context horrors suck, okay? He is a traumatized old man with no idea what his life is BUT YOU SEEM TO KNOW FINNICK AND CLEARLY ASKING NICELY IS TOO MUCH.

On the plus side, he is not actually trying to kill Finnick. And he's an old drunk. So really all he's done is make the biggest scene ever. No amount of Whiskey In a Jar can fix this.]

[killarevolution]

[Good. He'd rather have honest.] So what does that make you? Local?

[65]

[HOLY SHIT. He doesn't want to make a scene, nor does he want to suffer the wrath of he-who-may-or-may-not-be-Haymitch, he tries to formulate a plan in the next .5 seconds.]

Put the glass down, [he hisses at Haymitch so only he can hear,] and we'll talk about it. Quietly. I'll tell you everything I know.

[layonhands]

[Did you guys really think a ballroom full of Knights were going to be like totally chill about this...?

... Well, ok, this is actually far from unprecedented, but some of them like to pretend they don't live in psychoville. A young blonde woman nearby gasps and cries out:]

What are you doing?

ota;

[wynn]

[Wynn proudly watches the festivities from the front of the room, where people largely give him a wide berth, except for the elder Knights going up to discuss what are probably mission matters with him. He looks like he's got a lot on his mind, but he's here if anyone needs him]