knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ la lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases

♬ Complainte du la Butte - Rufus Wainwright

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || February 1st, 2012, 9:00PM
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 none of you are 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.

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But no pressure or anything, of course. [ She can't help but let out a short laugh at that, because seriously, test? So not the way to get a girl to relax. As he slips his hand around her back her heart jumps briefly into her throat and she swallows thickly, stepping closer to him and resting her free hand against his shoulder, staying far enough back to gaze up at him. ] Don't laugh.

I shouldn't dream of it. I'll be the picture of solemnity. [He takes it slower in actuality than he seemed to have been hinting he would, giving her the time to fall in with his steps, and suppressing a smile that remains in his eyes.]

[ She falls into step with him easily, and she's basically like God's gift to dancing apparently. Also known as Summer Glau. Seriously, why was Harmony on Dancing with the Stars, it should have been Buffy. That is how awesome this is.

Which, you know, is weird for Buffy, because she can't recall ever dancing a day in her life. But, it feels natural, and he's right -- instinct kicks in, coupled with reflex. And she's just going to choose not to question it because it's about time something went right. ]

[and it was awesome]

[Naw, but really they are just the smoothest criminals on the dance floor. It's like some kind of end of the high school movie miracle, I guess, except he's like a billion years old, but that's pretty much in line with Buffy's high school experiences anyways.

True to his word, he takes the dance quite seriously, keeping his expression dignified, but not unfriendly. His eyes speak volumes about how impressed he is, at least, and he twirls and spins her effortlessly, making bolder moves once he's certain she isn't going to be taken off guard.

And he'll even polish off the song by dramatically dipping her, only then cutting her a smile as he holds her in place.] I'd say as instincts go, yours are top notch.

[ She holds his gaze as they move, very much in the moment until the last step. When he dips her, Buffy draws in a sharp almost-gasp of flustered, swoon-y breath. Her eyes stay fixed on him and her breathing stays heavy as he holds her there.

However, she manages to blink and compose her expression, quickly processing what he said to give a timely, dismissive smile. ] Kind of all I've got going for me. It's probably just like, you know, those blind people who are really good at smelling stuff?

[ She slowly makes an effort to pull herself back to an erect position, and very nearly headbutts him in the process, all grace drained from her demeanor. ]

Besides. You did all the hard work. I just followed.

[He pulls his head away sharply to avoid getting nearly head butted 8| pulling her to standing again as he does so. His hand lingers on her back, even as he drops her other.]

Take it from someone who's had his share of smashed toes: what is it they say...? It takes two to tango? Or waltz, as it were.

[ She gives a quiet smile at that. ] Guess we just make a good team, then. [ She glances down between them -- it's a small space to glance into, lemme tell you, because she sure isn't backing away to get rid of that hand on her back. Then, she looks back up at him. ] And, hey. No smashed toes.

[His voice is a bit of a low murmur:] Certainly a good first step. [His fingers curve slightly against her, as if he's toying with the necessity of setting her free when she seems to be enjoying herself right where she is, but finally they slide off and catch her hand, drawing it to his lips. His eyes hold hers as he drops a gentlemanly kiss there.]

Thank you for the dance... Your Highness. [And he gives her a cheeky smirk as he releases her hand again.]

[ Her eyes widen and she flusters on the whole as he draws back and kisses her hand. And, God, he was serious about calling her that, wasn't he? She'd really like to give some kind of brain-having answer that indicated anyone was home upstairs in Buffy's head, but all she could do was gulp and stare and finally manage a detached, wholly zoned out; ] Uh huh. [ Her words at least jerked her a little back to reality, because she shut her gaping both and found a tiny, flattered smile as she lowered her hand. But really, there's no salvaging the fact that she just looks adorably brain damaged. ]

[He does not seem to acknowledge her oh-so-intelligent reply, just smiling pleasantly.] I suppose I shouldn't hoard your company all evening. But perhaps we'll wind up on a mission together sometime. [As he takes a step back, his eyes very briefly flicker down to take in her dress]

And if not, well. There's always the next after-party.

♬ It's Probably Me - Eric Clapton

[He smirks again, taking another step away and half turning] Until then.

Uh huh. [ It's more daft, zoned out stupidness, but she snaps back and gives a ... real answer as he starts to meander away. ] I hope we do. Uh -- You know, because. You seem ... nice. [ Good job, Buffy. ] B-But, you're right, I'm all newish and -- and, mingling. Mingling would be good. So, I'll just. [ She starts backing away, gesturing over her shoulder, then ... turns to wander the rest of the way away to hide her face in shame somewhere because she really should have just walked away after the dance was over so she could pretend she was pretty and graceful and not a spaz. ]

after-party ♔ la lune trop pale caresse l'opale de tes yeux blases

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DEX CHECK FOR DANCINGGGGGGGGG

rolled 17 +3 for skill bonus apparently buffy is beyonce today. but, you know, slimmer. also white

23 total B)

ok, jk there's more

you are such a troll

you find it charming

i do. i love your troll-y face.

:3333

no that is catfais. but i love that too.

fair enough.

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