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

[trebond]

[ The flush on her cheeks turns from girlish embarrassment, all flustered and just a bit giddy, to red hot anger. Where did he get off? It's not as if he's ever shown any— signs. When people flirted with one another, they were meant to be kind. Charming. Not callous and disparaging. Her expression curdles, but her face remains red as she snaps her response. ]

If this is honesty, I'd rather have the lie.

[ Act quick, think later. It's never done her particularly well, but it's gotten her this far. Her hands curl into fists. ]

Ever since we met, you've done nothing but insult me to serve your own ego. You've undermined my leadership on missions, disobeyed my orders, and disrespected me to the squires. You've made it more than clear that you think a woman has no place among the Knighthood, yet you now expect me to believe this was all born of some … [ She bites down on her tongue, stumbling immaturely over the word. ] Foolish attraction? [ A scoff follows. ] You must think me mad. Or desperately lonely.

[lionbrave]

[The vulnerability lingering in his eyes slams away, replaced by his usual cold indifference. She'd rather have the lie? Well, he can arrange that. Maybe next time she'll know better than to prod.]

You did kiss back. Which was it, then? Madness or loneliness?

[He shrugs a shoulder casually.]

You think rather highly of yourself, don't you? Most of that was because I genuinely couldn't stand you.

[He doesn't know when things changed. It might have been seconds before he kissed her. It might have been when he woke up after she knocked him out. He's not even sure it has changed.]

Fret not, it won't happen again.

[trebond]

Oh, do you always go around — [ She flusters, spitting out the word after some struggle, ] Kissing people you hate, then? Right. Excellent show of it. [ She certainly looks the part for madness, waving at him like she's gesturing to alL THIS RIDICULOUS GARBAGE. ]

And I should think it won't. [ Drawing in a steadying breath, she squares her shoulders, setting her jaw. ] I've enough to do as a Knight without getting distracted by such silliness.

[lionbrave]

[This is the first kiss Jaime's had since he slipped through the veil, the first kiss he actually remembers, though he still thinks its not his first kiss ever. So he doesn't always go around kissing anyone. Not that he feels the need to advertise that either.

He raises an eyebrow at her response though.]

Silliness? Was it me you objected to or kissing in general?

[trebond]

Both!

[ Outraged, she rolls her eyes as she snaps her answer. ]

I believe I've made it quite clear that I would sooner kiss a pig than you again.

[lionbrave]

Fine with me. The pig'd probably enjoy it more than I did.

[trebond]

Oh, you— [ Anger burns through her anew, and she scowls, readying herself to snarl something else unkind, but she tightens her jaw and quiets instead. Her nails dig into her palms. ] Well, rest assured that you'll never have to suffer the experience again.

[ Cue flounce. ]