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

[bigbad]

[He raises his glass with her and takes a swallow.] Guess tomorrow the real fun starts, right? Training and the like.

[slays]

Observe how I jump for joy. [ She huffs. ] My Knight's way stuffy. I mean, granted, England, kind of expected -- no offense -- but I am expecting zero fun.

[bigbad]

[Ouch, Buffy. Spike doesn't even remember being from England.] Mine lives in the woods, apparently.

[slay]

So, we're not looking at stellar personal hygiene.

[bigbad]

Probably not, no. [A beat.] Want to trade?

[slay]

Hmmm, tough call, but I think I'll pass. Pretty sure I like my showers too much for that. Call me crazy.

[bigbad]

[He shrugs, not particularly put out.] My loss. Good luck with Sir Stuffy.

[slays]

Better Stuffy than Smelly. You might wanna invest in some clothespins. [ She pinches her nose to plug it indicatively. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike smirks at her, amused by both the idea and her antics.] I'll think about it. Who knows? Maybe I'll luck out.

[slay]

What exactly would the outdoorsman version of lucking out be? That he bathes in the river every week?

[bigbad]

[Spike grimaces.]

...that he's got a real bathroom and not an outhouse.

[slay]

Might wanna cozy yourself up to the idea of getting in touch with your inner outdoorsman. [ A beat, she considers the phrase 'inner outdoorsman' because it sounds contradictory even though it's ... not. ]