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

jaime lannister } ota

[lionbrave]

[Jaime doesn't often come to these parties, as they don't even have any jousting and that seems like a waste of a party, honestly. But he does try to show his face every now and again and today that looks smoking hot (disguise 17). He holds a glass of wine and surveys the ballroom with his usual casual indifference. It's unlikely he'll dance or anything, but hey, you can always make the attempt.]

[felidity]

[ looking like a disco ball (disguise 16), kali flutters up to jaime with an easy smile, unconcerned with his wallflower ways. ]

Hi.

[lionbrave]

[Jaime glances right back at her, quirking an eyebrow.] Hello.

[felidity]

Would you care to dance? [ she holds out her hand, like she doesn't expect him to say no, eyebrows lifted. ]

[lionbrave]

[He eyes her hand like it's a poisonous snake.] I'm not much of a dancer. [His skill has always rested more in battle than in dance.]

[felidity]

That's too bad. [ her head tips, long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. ] Why not?

[lionbrave]

Because I'm more suited to the battlefield than the ballroom. [He shrugs a shoulder, leaning back on the wall..] There are many others here who you could ask, I'm sure.

[felidity]

One doesn't preclude the other, you know.

[lionbrave]

[He gives a shrug. She's not entirely wrong, but it still isn't really something he's ever been interested in.]

If you insist, perhaps I could spare a dance, but I make no promises for the state of your toes by the time we're done.

[felidity]

Oh I doubt you could do any lasting damage. [ she says it with such a friendly, guileless smile that maybe she doesn't mean it at an insult to his manly honor? ]

[lionbrave]

They have magical healers here. It's difficult to ever do lasting damage. [He offers her a hand and... is actually an amazing dancer despite his protests apparently (perform 21). Surprise!]

[felidity]

[ kali is also pretty damn great (dance 26), but she was made in a lab and can pretty much copy whatever anyone else is doing with enough focus so that's just to be expected tbh. ]

Well it depends how long you go without medical attention.

[lionbrave]

You do realize I'm not trying to challenge you into maintaining an injury, right? [He raises his eyebrows, smirking slightly.]

[trebond]

I see you've given up on blending in with this world. Perhaps for the best; you've done a poor job fooling anyone.

[ Alanna, by contrast, is in a short sundress and sensible flats. Strappy heels continue to be something she simply can't reconcile, even here. Her hair is curled and pinned up, woven with thin ribbons (disguise 14). All in all, she looks ready for spring time. More ready than London is, that's for certain—a testament to how she misses the spring of the desert. ]

[lionbrave]

And you're going out in just your smallclothes? The scandal of it all. [Though honestly, Jaime doesn't exactly mind. Alanna does have nice legs, and he's seen women around here out in public wearing less. It is a pretty outfit, but he's not about to just come out and say it.]

[trebond]

[ She flushes, but stubbornness wins out over the red in her cheeks, sharpening her tongue. ]

A dream you've had often, I'm certain, but not one I'll confess to sharing.

[lionbrave]

Really? You've never dreamt of forgetting to dress yourself properly? I'm told that such dreams are common. [He smirks at her, chin jutting out ever so slightly as he meets her eyes. There's a challenge held in them, one he can't quite hold back. She's not the only one with a sharp tongue, and he's never been any good at backing down.]

[trebond]

My nerves are made of stronger stuff than that; I'm sorry to have disappointed you. And certainly none that feature you, thank you very much.

[lionbrave]

I'm certain they are the poorer for it. [He's still smirking. He would have been far more surprised if she had admitted to dreams about him.]

[trebond]

That's one opinion.

[ Her nose crinkles in blatant disagreement—or at the very least, put-on disagreement. The way her gaze flicks over him seems to give it second thought, and she opts to barrel ahead onto the offense rather than let that lie open for comment. ]

I do have to wonder: have you ever made a kind remark in your life, or do you suppose your head might explode if you tried?

[lionbrave]

I told you I lack many memories from my past. Perhaps there is some kindness buried there. [He shrugs a shoulder, like he doesn't really care. Like it's never bothered him how much of a mystery his life before this world is.]

I find it makes far less interesting conversations, though. What would you say if I were to tell you your dress is fetching or that you seem to glow when you've a sword in your hand? A simple thank you? And thus ends a dreary, kind conversation.

[For the record these are examples. Certainly not thoughts he's ever had.]

[trebond]

[ Nice try, slick, but her sense motive was 22!!! She's taking it as thoughts he's ever had. X( And that causes her to fluster, like she isn't particularly equipped to deal with that kind of attention. And as in most cases, when Alanna doesn't know how to feel, she defaults to


anger. ]

Oh, so that's it? You don't think you could hold a decent conversation, better to keep my attention by putting me on the defensive? [ She waves a hand towards him. ] And ... other people. [ Because this isn't just about her, obviously. ] What a sad little man you must be to think that's the only means by which you can keep someone's interest.

[lionbrave]

[He raises his eyebrows, looking as blasé and unaffected as he'd like to always look (bluff 16).]

Who says I care about keeping anyone's attention? If I wished to, I've no doubt I could be as charming as any man. Perhaps it's me that would find you dull should our conversations be civil.

[Hahaha he cares so hard though but he mostly cares that no one thinks he cares. He's Ser Jaime Lannister. He's above all this, or he should be, anyway.]

[trebond]

[ yeah nope sense motive 20 total. ]

Oh, that's a laugh. You can't bear to even give compliment, for fear someone might be satiated with it and stop paying you mind. [ She interjects a harsh scoff. ] An ended conversation! Mithros, someone get Sir Lannister a fainting couch. [ She waves a hand up, like she's trying to summon no one in particular to do just that. ] And another, I think, for his pride. Perhaps if you had less of that, more might find you tolerable enough to wish to carry on with.

[lionbrave]

[Fine, she's seeing through him. He drops the act and gives her an annoyed look which is probably the most honest he's ever looked when she's... actually looking at him.]

Like you're any better. If I were to act tolerable you wouldn't know what to do with me. You'd suspect my intentions. And you'd probably be right to.

[He can't imagine ever being nice if he didn't want something out of the deal. He doesn't know why anyone else would expect it of him either. He's not a nice person. He knows that about himself. Why should he pretend otherwise?]