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

[scorekeeper]

Point made. [ He chuckled some and took another drink from his glass.] No rush, love. Take all the time you need.

[bittersweeter]

So how'd you get recruited? [ might as well get the easy introductory questions out of the way while they're here. ]

You saw nothing. >.>

[scorekeeper]

I owed some nasty brutes some money, a buddy o' mine told me I'd be wise to come here. I've got some skills that the boss liked. [ He's not even gonna lie. His gambling problem brought him here.]

i saw things, they were great.

[bittersweeter]

Apparently your skills don't lay in... what, poker?

Hehe

[scorekeeper]

Nah, Poker's easy. The pony's at the track. Lady luck wasn't on my side that day.

[bittersweeter]

[ a tiny smile twists up her lips as she takes a sip of her drink, hidden behind the glass. ]

Luck, huh? You really believe in that?

[scorekeeper]

Of course I do, I'm Irish, it's what we do.

[ He just plays that one up for fun. Mostly because hey, shes a hottie.]

[bittersweeter]

Mmm, and drink and fight in the streets. I'm Russian. We have that in common.

[ well, russian-american, she was born and raised in manhattan so she has no trace of an accent. ]

[scorekeeper]

We're gonna get along mighty well, love.

[ he lifted the glass in a half salute anyway. He doesnt question the lack of accent. Its the blood that counts.]

[bittersweeter]

We'll see. [ she's not going to give in that easily. ] I'll let you know when your orientation is. Later, gator. [ and with a wiggle of her fingers, she flounces off. dat's ur mentor. :) ]

[scorekeeper]

[ And he's totally checking her out as she goes too. Not even trying to hide it. ]