after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions
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.

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.

Comments

[reallywicked]

[She just rolls her eyes and groans.]

You're such a freak.

[meta]

Well, yeah. I'm pretty drain-bamaged. It's why I talk in yellow.

[reallywicked]

You can't talk in... [But she stops because it's... actually a perfect way to describe the way he talks.]

Don't you have someone else you can bother?

[meta]

Sure, sure, but they'll have to wait their turn.

[reallywicked]

Look. You need to back off, or something really bad is going to happen.

[There's that tingle in the back of her mind, almost like remembering. Her thoughts are a swirl of words trying to fit themselves into neat little sentences.]

[meta]

[Oh, this party could suddenly get interesting.]

How really bad are we talking?

[reallywicked]

[Her jaw sets, anger boiling just under the surface. She's seeing red. She wants to throw a thousand witty barbs at him, but all she can think of is a strange little poem.]

Crystal glass, too frail and thin. Sharpest edge to slice the skin.

[Her lips move along with her thoughts before she can stop herself. Over and over, she mumbles the poem.

Suddenly, a nearby glass shatters and a few of the pieces come straight for Deadpool. Nothing deadly, and something a reflex save could determine a dodge for.]

[meta]

[Deadpool doesn't even try to dodge. The glass slams into him and shreds his nice suit and digs into his flesh and this will have to be one of those non-dice rolling fights because his character sheet's not done yet. Oops.] Ouch. [He pulls a shard of glass out of his arm and frowns at her, though through the mask it doesn't really show.] I liked that suit!

[reallywicked]

[Fortunately, this isn't much of a fight, because Faye is just as surprised as he is that it happened at all. Her eyes go wide and her mouth is slightly agape.]

H-how..?

[It's really unfortunate that she can't remember a damn thing about her life or this might make way more sense.]

[meta]

I'd say magic if I were to guess.

[reallywicked]

[Her mouth moves, wordlessly. She doesn't have a retort. She just stares at the little cuts, then down at the pieces of glass on the floor.]

I have to... I have to go.

[Annnnnd she's going to just turn on her heels and get the hell out of there.]