after-party ♔ may

[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 || May 1st, 2016, 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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[graveflowers]

[ lucia's arms lift up, multicolored eyes sparkling with intense flecks of green. "UP!"

her mother is actually, blessedly, not difficult to spot sitting at one of the small tables, mostly from her peel of laughter. (disguise 18) ]

She's not going to bite. With her whole four teeth.

[lichabod]

[ crane's hands fumble with themselves, long fingers bending and straightening as he tries to figure out what to do about this small devil child and her cackling mother???? ]

Erm...

[ shame is what moves him, finally. crane bends and reaches down, down, down-- by god it's ages before his giant frame finally allows his scarecrow's arms to reach the little one. gently, he wedges his long bony fingers beneath those chubby arms and hefts his attacker upward.

with arms straight out in front of him, crane looks about as comfortable as a hog in ballet shoes. but here he is, in all his participatory glory. and-- oh. fine. perhaps he is smiling now. ]

A pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Ichabod Crane... er-- [ wait what now what does one do with small children after one grants their demands??? ]

[graveflowers]

Lucia, [ vi calls out, listening easily without crane having to lift his voice. (listen 32) ] Her name is Lucia. The future Sir Reedhym.

[ the future sir reedhym kicks her feet up and down and giggles in gleeful abandon. BEING TALL IS THE BEST! ]

[lichabod]

[ at the name, crane's smile warms. his eyes look to meet vi's with some measure of new respect. ]

Lucia.

[ he also seems happy to oblige the little wiggler, hefting her gently up into the air and back down again in a series of happy bounces. ]

A name befitting a tiny sun.

[graveflowers]

[ vi grins, a sucker for people complimenting her baby to begin with, but lu's name is very important to her. she'd tried so hard to choose a name that reflected both her past and, more importantly, luthir's. ]

Hopefully Corellon will look favorably on her, in that case.

[lichabod]

Indeed.

[ at the name, his eyebrows raise (religion??? 17 i think this is what i should be doing maybe), and he adjusts himself to bring his new boo down to rest against his hip. he hums a tune that sounds similar enough to twinkle twinkle little star to be convincingly old timey if we bend pretendy fictional history a bit. as he hums, he starts to close the distance between them and mother dearest. ]

[graveflowers]

[ yes! i think! waves hands vaguely. ANYWAY i'm like 96% sure you know who he is but!! corellon is the ruler of the elven pantheon and associated with the sun as well as being wonderful, tbqh, which is pretty much all vi concerns herself with. she thinks he's swell. it is a little odd that a woman who is clearly human thinks of the elven god first, but w/e.

vi kicks out the chair next to her. ] I'm Violet, by the way. Vi. Whatever.

[lichabod]

If you have a preference, there's hardly reason not to make it known.

[ crane smiles at mom as he takes the seat, and repositions lucia to bounce away on his long, bony knees. his back does not touch the chair and remains straight, shoulders almost as pointy as his knees. but now that he's warmed up, and has a lovely lady to entertain, his shield of manners has ebbed a bit, and his smile turns a bit snarky-- ]

I am Ichabod Crane. It's a pleasure to meet you, Vi-Whatever.

[graveflowers]

[ vi-whatever makes a smile slip across her expression, brightening it like a sunny day. ] Nice to meet you, too, brand new Sir Crane.

I have found that I like it when certain people use my full name, but if I don't let everyone say it at first, how will I know if I like it or not?

[ it's really just myri now and buffy when she get particularly worried or felicity when vi isn't... listening. wynn had called her violet when she couldn't stand being called sir reedhym after luthir's death and, of course, luthir was the one that made her rethink her disdain for her own name. ]

[lichabod]

[ crane is officially in love with these women fyi ]

Oh? [ he must clear his throat and give a small bow of his head before: ] Then I am at your service, Violet.

[ bouncy-bouncy-bouncy, big toss!! aaaand bouncy-bouncy-bouncy... ]

And I hope that you will call me Ichabod.

[graveflowers]

[ maybe it's the accent because 10/10 would listen again. although the running theme seems to be people old as balls so maybe crane is also old as balls. she'll have to check later when she can figure out a polite way to say "old as balls"

lucia giggles with delight and squeals "UP!" again. she is definitely not afraid of heights or flying or strangers or possibly anything. ah youth. ]

Speaking of fancy names... It's nice to meet you, Ichabod.

[lichabod]

[ though the ball of sunshine in his lap gets the bulk of crane's attention he isn't so preoccupied that violet doesn't get a deep nod in response. ]

And might there be any other trials coming my way?

[ there's no denying that the smirk revealed as crane raises his head is eager for another challenge. violet hasn't overtly poked fun at him in the manner he's become accustomed to since falling into this world. he feels none of her assumptions outwardly, and he likes that he's passed two of her tests, now. certainly nothing in any world makes a pedagogue as happy... ]

[graveflowers]

I mean, knowing me? Probably. But let's take a breather and you tell me every single thing about yourself, everything. All the things. Starting with: what's your favorite flower and are you unwed?

[ she leans forward to tuck her chin on her fist. it's presh. ] Just curious, 'cause I don't like to flirt with married men even if I am also married myself.

[lichabod]

For your first query, I answer moccasin flower. For your second, my wife and I were very happy, back beyond the Veil.

[ though his words are somber, vi's tone allows crane to keep his own steady. he can even find it within him to smile. ]

I hope that does not mean we cannot continue our current intercourse.

[graveflowers]

[ her expression sparks with sympathy, but she doesn't say anything about it. she still wears her wedding ring two years after luthir died, she can't say shit about shit. ]

We can, we definitely can. [ her voice drops, however. ] But I want you to know that here and now? Intercourse strictly means the sexual kind. You might wanna rework the vocab so you don't accidentally proposition someone.

[lichabod]

[ though his cheeks flush, and he coughs in reaction to the shock, violet has delivered the comment with kindness. something of which this time is in short supply. ]

Ah. [ his smile is embarrassed, but also bears some other weight. ] You are a gracious tutor, Violet.

[graveflowers]

My husband sounded like Shakespeare, too, so I just really good at autotranslating. It's no biggie. [ fact: vi can't take a compliment or gratitude to save her life. ]

[lichabod]

I sound like William Shakespeare to you?

[ his surprise is plain, but amused-- what a compliment to be likened to a literary genius! ]

[graveflowers]

Yeah, all romantic and eloquent like a sonnet. [ she's like all the dick jokes he put in. ]

[lichabod]

Where I come from, it is more etiquette than romance.

[ see? he's super practical. and possibly a bit argumentative... ]

[graveflowers]

I like that. Politeness for politeness sake, not because you're trying to get up someone's skirt.