after-party ♔ march

[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 1st, 2015, 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

[pwnspatrickjane]

[Shawn, fortunately, is more than okay with having food shoved at him.]

I honestly don't know how they expect us to eat this much. Clearly, I should have brought my food pants.

[killingtodeath]

All pants are food pants if you try hard and believe in yourself. [He smirks and gives a shrug.] I mean they try to keep these things on the fancier side, but I would not judge you at all if you ducked out to put on some sweats.

[Everyone else however? Judgy Town, USA.]

I'm Stiles.

[pwnspatrickjane]

Shawn.

[he shakes his head.]

And no, they're not sweats. They are dress pants, specifically designed for a great deal of eating. They're perfect for any occasion.

[killingtodeath]

How, exactly? Elastic band? Secret expanding waistline? What are we talking here?

[pwnspatrickjane]

Very careful tailoring, by my personal tailor, Sven. He believes that food pants are a critical part of any wardrobe.

[killingtodeath]

And is your personal tailor Sven on this side of the Veil? Sub question- if not, did you show up in your food pants on your first day?

[pwnspatrickjane]

Alas, Sven's hands were damaged in a tragic sewing machine accident in aught-seven. As a result, he has withdrawn and no longer makes the magical clothes he used to.

[And, also, the entire story is bullshit (bluff 24). But never let it be said that Shawn can't be creative.]

[killingtodeath]

[His sense motive of 19 does not have him sorting that one out.]

Ouch, that's rough, dude. But hey- at least you can wear the pants in his honor, right?

[pwnspatrickjane]

Exactly. Every time I do it is a testament to his work.

[And with a pause, he'll hold out his hand.]

Shawn.

[killingtodeath]

Stiles. [He slaps his hand against the man's, shaking it firmly.] Sir Stilinski if you want to get formal.

[pwnspatrickjane]

I rarely ever do.

[As evidenced by ... his entire squiring ceremony.]

I prefer to approach things as unstuffily as possible.

[killingtodeath]

A man after my own heart. [No he totally screwed up his speech too.]

So what made you want to be a knight, Shawnie?

[Nicknames are happening.]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[He makes a face because no. No Shawnie. Please no Shawnie.]

I didn't really have a choice in the matter. The spirits led me here.

[killingtodeath]

The... spirits?

[pwnspatrickjane]

Yes. I'm psychic.

[Yep. He's still going to just keep towing that line (bluff 28).]

[killingtodeath]

[He believes every word tbh.]

That's...so freakin cool, dude.

[pwnspatrickjane]

Yes. Yes, it is.

[Man, he is so pleased that Stiles is buying this hook line and sinker. This is awesome.]

I used to use my gifts to solve crimes back in Santa Barbara.

[killingtodeath]

So now you're going to use them to help the knights? Man, that's bad ass. So how does it work?

[pwnspatrickjane]

I receive visions. Occasionally vibes. The spirit world operates on a very different frequency from our own - only the most properly attuned mind can pick up what they're throwing down.

[killingtodeath]

I've been picking up some magic here or there from people around here. Maybe if I hang out with you, I'll feel some of those vibes.

[He pauses.]

Out of context, this is a totally different conversation.

[pwnspatrickjane]

[He smirks then blinks for a moment as he considers that.]

Why don't we keep that in context, for now.

[killingtodeath]

Probably a good idea. So yeah- if you don't mind a psychic sidekick, I wouldn't mind actually witnessing these vibes in action.

[pwnspatrickjane]

Actually, I happen to be in the market for a sidekick. You will be required to pass a series of tests, but should everything go according to plan, you could potentially fill the position.

[He pauses before placing a hand on his shoulder.]

But first things first - what are your feelings on pineapples?

[killingtodeath]

What's not to like about pineapples?

[Seriously, though.]

[pwnspatrickjane]

And you have already passed gateway one. Congratulations.

[Only 78 more to go. It may seem excessive, but this is a best friend for life that you are replacing here, Stiles.]

Come, let us discuss this further over more snacks.

[And they will go do that. Snacks are very important, after all. /scene]