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

[wynn]

♬ 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.

Comments

[oerban]

[She shakes her head, laughing at him like he's a slow person.]

But I don't want my own. I did just say it burnt when I smelled it, didn't I?

[And since apparently he's just always a big fat grump, she leans back on her heels and holds out a hand toward him, offering him a hand to shake.]

I'm Vanille! You better have a name too, or else I'm stuck calling you Sir Grumpy.

[sirstickuphisass]

[He stares at the hand as if it were covered in moldy cheese. And doesn't take it, because she's calling him names. He doesn't have to be nice to someone who starts out being a jerk to him. /logic]

Eric Carpenter. Who're you.

[oerban]

I just said my name, you should learn to listen better.

[And since he's not taking her hand, she just does it for him and grabs hold of the hand not holding the drink so she can offer it a hearty shake. Personal space? Nah, you don't need that shit.]

It's Vanille, silly. Vanille, Eric Carpenter. Eric Carpenter, Vanille. [She says this as if there's a magical third person somewhere, introducing them, and she makes a sweeping gesture between the two of them, laughing.]

See, that wasn't so hard, was it?

[sirstickuphisass]

[He yanks his hand back the second she's done with her stupid roleplaying game exercise, looking offended that she DARED TO TOUCH HIM.]

I didn't mean your name. I meant what sect are you in.

[oerban]

Why would I tell someone so mean anything about me?

[This makes perfect sense to her. He's a jerk, so he doesn't need to know anything about her other than her name :|

She wants to poke him in the chest but instead opts to just huff, and crosses her arms over her chest.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Because it's a party. You're supposed to make conversation. [He says this as if he's talking about going to the dentist, and/or mocking the concept of parties in general. Either way, he doesn't sound pleased about the prospect, and he looks incredibly irritated at being called mean.]

Alainn is totally going to interrupt stupid Eric.

[attollores]

[Alainn spots the bubbly girl from across the room, laughing at her antics. She thinks it's great that someone can be as lighthearted as they want to be, especially in this big creepy room. Then she notices who the girl literally bumps into. Well, here comes the bitch-fest.

She makes her way over to them swiftly before Eric can reduce the girl to tears, or worse, physical violence. She smirks at that memory.]

Well well, Eric are you making a friend? [Seeing the stance of the girl she shakes her head in pity in Eric's direction, then smiles warmly at her, extending her hand.] I'm Alainn.

[And oh yeah, there is a huge red-tailed hawk perched on her shoulder. And it just STARES at Eric.]

[oerban]

He can make friends? [Vanille chirps, sounding honestly curious instead of snarky. She meant it to sound snarky though. Oops.

She turns a smile to Alainn, giving the woman an energetic handshake.]

I'm Vanille! [She's noticed the bird, of course, and isn't sure if it's supposed to be a pet or decoration, but that doesn't stop her from reaching up a little to wave at it, as if it needs an introduction as well.]

I like your bird. It's well trained, don't you think? [The last part is said as she glances over at Sir Meanie.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[Eric stiffens up the moment he hears that damned Irish lilt, and when he lays his eyes on that bird, his eyes narrow with all kinds of bad memories 8|

He continues glaring at it, even as he answers Vanille's question] A little too well.

[attollores]

[Alainn smiles super brightly at Vanille's praise of Fede. Fede coo's at Vanille when she waves "hello" to her, seeming to understand. Then goes right back to staring at Eric.]

Oh, she isn't trained a'tall, she's just by nature very well mannered. [She grins ruefully at Eric, remembering the same things he is, and giving a small chuckle.]

And it really is my sincere hope that Eric will make friends, Gods know I've tried to help him out. Alas, I've received nothin' but a cold shoulder and snide comments. [When Alainn says this she actually sounds...sincere much to her surprise, the smile falling off of her face. The effect is ruined when she rolls her eyes and looks back to Vanille, smile in place once more.]

So, are you having a good time at the party, dearie?