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wynn) wrote in
knightsoflegend2012-05-02 02:38 pm
after-party ♔

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel
WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missionsooc; 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.
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || May 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.

ota;
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(The real reason she's carrying grape juice is because in the event of the worst, she could throw it in an attacker's eyes to give herself a little time.)]
Sir. Thanks for getting my name right.
If there's a next time, I think I might just go with Scout, though.
[She bows from the neck as she takes a couple steps back, preparatory to leaving him to his watching again.
...yes, that was all, and apparently it was super critical that she say this. She was too anxious at the ceremony to say it then and stand out.]
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Sir Scout, then.
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[Scout gives an odd salute with her free hand, two fingers to the center of her forehead and flashing her palm, and fades back and away, a little happier for that exchange.]