after-party ♔ april

[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 || April 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.

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Abbie Mills | OTA

[leftenants]

[Abbie is keeping things relatively simple tonight with a navy blue dress (disguise 11), but thankfully, that's how she prefers things. She might not look as fancy as some, but her dress manages to be a step or two above business attire. Not much in the way of makeup, but that's never been her favorite, either.

She's glad not to be in the spotlight like she was during the last one of these, and she knows a lot of people skip-- but she figures it's better to make an appearance, throw her support in with the newest squires and make sure they don't feel like they're the only new kids in town. Besides, she knows one of the new additions personally-- she has to make sure he behaves himself, if nothing else.]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[This is Shawn's second squiring party, and since he is not the grand focus of the evening, you would think he would tone it down, but apparently not (disguise 22). And he's just going to sliiiiiiiiide on over and smile at his fellow squiring buddy.]

Sir Mills.

[He still likes putting a "sir" in front of everyone's name. It makes them sound so fancy.]

[leftenants]

[She smiles openly when he makes his way over, lifting her glass to him by way of a greeting.]

Evening, Sir Spencer.

[She kind of likes the sound of it too, even if there's a slight mocking edge to it when she says it.]

Enjoying yourself? Nice to be the gawkers instead of the gawkees this time around.

[pwnspatrickjane]

Totally. Way less pressure to perform. All we really have to do is look nice and partake in all of the snacks.

[Speaking of, he has a plate full of them and will offer them over to see if she wants to partake herself.]

[leftenants]

Don't mind if I do.

[She grins as she helps herself. She knew she liked you, Shawn-- anyone who comes prepared with snacks is okay in her book.]

Speaking of performing-- that mean you're not giving us an encore this time around?

[pwnspatrickjane]

[One should always be prepared for a Snack Emergency. That is Rule #1 of any handbook Shawn has ever written. He grabs one for himself and pops it in his mouth, shaking his head as he takes a second to chew.]

I've decided to only save it for really important occasions. I wouldn't want to get too played out like Katy Perry, or that song about waking up in the morning feeling like Bo Diddley.

[leftenants]

[Shawn, have you ever written any handbooks?]

Bo Diddley--

[Squint.]

Do you mean P. Diddy?

[Ke$ha's not her favorite, either, but come on.]

[pwnspatrickjane]

[ ... Oh. That's what those lyrics say. He doesn't give that away on his face though and just shrugs it off.]

I've heard it both ways.

[leftenants]

Right. Seeing as it's an age-old song that's had the opportunity to change over the years.

[She smirks, amused.]

Ke$ha, by the way. Don't think you're in danger of getting that played out, but I can respect you saving yourself for special occasions. I'll just have to look forward to the next one, then-- you put on quite a show.

[pwnspatrickjane]

It is my intention to astound, amaze, and occasionally distract.

[In fact, it's almost always distract.]

Though I've been told by my mentor if I ever do it on a mission, he will never promote me.

[druidisms]

[ malina had caught him up on the new people, as she often does since gus is loath to attend ceremonies unless he absolutely has to, and as gus approaches, he remembers her from the month prior. somehow remembers her since that night was basically an exercise in violently grimacing every time shawn breathed. he was too preoccupied to great her that time, but he is less so now. ]

Hey. Sir Mills, is it?

[leftenants]

That's me--

[She's not facing him when he approaches, responding before she manages to fully turn around. She freezes before she quite makes it, eyebrows knitting together as she quickly takes a half a step back, tension singing through her as she gets a look at exactly who it is that's approached her.

She'd missed him at the last party, had no way of telling whether or not he was new, but only one name comes to mind.]

Andy?

[Jesus.]

[druidisms]

Whoa, hey. [ he takes a step back, hand not holding his drink lifting in a placating gesture of innocence. ]

Gus, actually. Not Andy. And, might I add, racism, we don't all look alike.

[leftenants]

[She exhales heavily. Luckily, she's pretty reasonable all-around, and quick to catch on. Now that she gets a good look at him, there are too many differences-- mannerisms, speech, even the way he holds himself, but damn if they aren't identical.]

Not racism.

[She corrects him sharply, pressing her lips together.]

Sorry, you just look-- exactly like someone I used to know. Uncanny, really. Didn't mean to start us off on the wrong foot.

[druidisms]

There's a Korean named Andy? Look at us Americanized assholes. [ he shakes his head but doesn't seem in anyway insulted or even too fussed. she must be from the other side of the veil. ]

It's fine, I've heard worse shit. You're one of the veil transplants, then.

[leftenants]

Andy Brooks, even.

[She smiles grimly. Talk about Americanized-- but mostly it helps her to make light of the situation, helps her ignore how fast her heart had been racing when she'd turned and thought she'd seen her former colleague.]

But yeah, I am. Turned up a couple of months ago, got squired last month, still trying to find my feet. Abbie is fine.

[druidisms]

Gus Harrison. [ he smirks a little because it's equally americanized, but only malina and probably wynn know what his name was in south korea before he and his parents moved. (malina only knows because his mother used it when she yelled at him in their native tongue and wynn because...

it's wynn.) ]

[leftenants]

[Abbie is pretty sure that being Wynn comes with more perks than she can imagine, honestly.]

Nice to meet you, Gus. Sorry again. Andy and I didn't part on great terms.

[He was a reanimated corpse at the time, on top of stalking her. It was complicated.]

Just a little spooked, that's all.

[druidisms]

It's fine, really. I grew up in the Bronx, gay and Korean. [ not to mention magical and an immigrant. thank god he's a fucking man, otherwise he'd have ticked off too many boxes on the oppression questionnaire. SO OPPRESSED. luckily he is a wealthy man, so he's fine. ] I really have heard much worse shit. You didn't make me a punching bag, it's cool.

[krasnayapautina]

[Natasha (disguise 21) also has a simple dress and shoes for the evening. Her red hair, however, she's dyed to a blonde. She felt like a change was in order, though she isn't sure how long she'll keep it. Of course, it's not a change Abbie will notice, since they ... haven't met yet.

But at some point in the evening, Natasha finds herself standing around in Abbie's general direction, so she starts off by introducing herself to the other woman: ]

Hi. [A beat.] I'm Natasha. Or, Sir Romanoff, if we're going for formalities. [She offers a small smile.] Are you one of the newer squires?

[leftenants]

[Natasha's face is another unfamiliar one; Abbie is meeting as many new people tonight as she did at her own squiring party, although she hears that's not entirely unusual. Plenty of people skip and only attend sporadically.]

Sir Mills, if you think we need the titles, but 'Abbie' will do just fine.

[She offers her free hand to shake, as she's done with just about every knight she's met so far. She likes shaking hands-- it's a great way to help you get a good read on someone right away, something Sheriff Corbin taught her early on.]

I was squired last month, settled into the castle a couple of weeks before that. Still fairly new blood, but I'd like to think I'm adjusting well enough.

[krasnayapautina]

Nice to meet you. [she shakes her hand, giving a firm handshake. as the other woman has found out long before now, there are plenty of people around to help new arrivals here settle in as bet they can.] Congratulations on the recent squiring, as well. Which one is your mentor? [She might or might not know them, after all.]

[leftenants]

Kate Beckett? Fellow cop.

[Which means they have a lot in common, something Abbie appreciates.]

She's the knight who brought me in, too. Happened to bump into her while stumbling into a ghoul's nest.

[krasnayapautina]

I've heard the name. [she has yet to meet her, though.] I've met a few other law enforcement types here - makes sense, though, I suppose. [which obviously isn't a BAD thing, just an observation.]

Where were you a cop before?

[leftenants]

The mission statement is more or less the same-- serve and protect.

[It's an easy fit, if you're a good cop. There are always a handful of crooked ones out there.]

Sleepy Hollow, over in New York, right off the Hudson River.