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.

Comments

[procurer]

And he's okay with that?

[ Hawley sounds a little skeptical about that. Then again, he's pretty much used to working for no one but himself. Sure, he takes jobs, but that's for the money and the clients never care what he does, just so long as it doesn't land them in trouble and he gets them the item or service they're paying him for.

This? This already feels like something entirely different. it's been a long time since he's had to answer to anyone other than himself. ]

[parsecs]

Probably better than knights calling him every five minutes to be like "Hey, Wynn, these guys are gonna kill me unless I come up with some kinda convincing lie, is it okay just this once?"

[procurer]

[ Nick can't help it, he starts laughing at that one. ] I suppose that would be problematic for everyone involved, yes.

I'm just not used to working for someone else, you know? At least not in this capacity. I take jobs, back where I come from, but then they're just a client. I decide how I go about getting them what they want and as long as they get it, they don't usually care about the details. [ This guy's supposed to be his mentor, Hawley feels like maybe he better explain up front, just to make sure there's no "misunderstandings" later on. ]

[parsecs]

So that's why they sent you to me. [Han shoots him a lopsided grin.] I've done some of that back in my day. Used to be a smuggler before I fell in with the Rebel Alliance. And when we beat back the Empire they made me a General. [He shrugs a shoulder, looking a bit smug.] Besides, once you marry a Princess you gotta go straight.

[procurer]

[ Nick's eyebrows wing upwards in surprise at that and he gives a low whistle, impressed. ] Damn, dude. That sounds like some pretty epic shit right there. Sounds like you stumbled into a hell of a mess. A General married to a Princess, huh? And here I thought that only happened in fairy tales.

[ Then again, considering what his past few months had been, he's not sure what he's stumbled into either. ] I was a treasure hunter. Found old relics, weapons, records, things like that. There was a lot of money in it and I was good at it. Then an old [ flame ] contact of mine got me involved in some really messed up crusade to keep the end of the world from happening. It pretty much went downhill from there.

[parsecs]

Heh, well. [Han gives an easy smirk.] She ain't much of a fairy tale princess. We don't have the same kinda stories where I'm from, but what I've seen 'em here, most of the princesses in the stories can't wield a blaster like she can.

World being Earth, right? Or Faerun? [If they just refer to it as the world it's usually one of those two.]

[procurer]

Blaster. That like a gun? Man. I think I already like the sound of her. She sounds badass.

Faerun? [ That's one he's never heard of before. His face screws up in thought as he makes note of it. ] Yeah, I'm from Earth. Like this one, actually. Except... not. I'm still figuring out what we've got the same and what we've got different. Aside from the whole knowledge about alternate realities and shit. That one's still weird.

[parsecs]

She's around here somewhere. [Things with Leia are complicated, but he's still glad to have her near. It makes his family feel a little less broken.]

It's what they call the Shadow World. The one where all the, uh, orcs and elves come from. Used to be that's the only one people came here from, but things're different now. It ain't where I'm from.

[procurer]

Yeah, I guessed that. Besides, you don't look much like an orc or an elf.

[ He wonders if that was where the chick who stabbed him was from? ]

So what's it like, where you're from?

[parsecs]

A whole lot bigger, for one. [He points upwards.] We ain't tied to just one planet. Don't know how people stand it.