after-party ♔ we clap not for you but for your kind

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (new mission groups have not left yet!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || June 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 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.

Comments

ota;

[wynn]

[ Wynn's here, doing his Wynn thang, which is being generally tall and unapproachable. ]

[luthir]

[ NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO PARTY LIKE AN ELF KNOWS HOW TO PARTY

ok no, luthir is just standing there, practically unmoving, sipping on a glass of fey wine and judging people. Sup. ]

ota;

[necessaryevil]

[ fuck your dress code

mr. seventies hair and his old leather coat have set up camp at one of the tables outlying the room, where he sits with his feet propped up on one of the other chairs, as if to say 'don't sit by me'. he's nursing a beer and a cigarette, though it's unclear where he found... a pint. ]

[harvelle]

[Oh hey, you're dressed as casually as she is and are also drinking as casually as she is. And so she is left with no other choice but to walk up and hit at his feet, a signal for him to move them out of the chair so she can sit down.

Yes, there are a lot of other empty chairs nearby. She grins over at him. Not friendly, but much more playfully menacing.]

Having fun?

[necessaryevil]

[ He looks slightly incredulous at her presumptuous demeanor, but after a moment of looking at hr, very casually slides his feet off at his own pace, and sits up just a little straighter. ]

Not really my kinda scene.

[harvelle]

[She scoffs, and slides over to sit in the seat. She gestures to her outfit, and then over to his similarly casual one.]

What, and it looks like it's mine? You're the only regular looking guy stuck in this place, don't be so surprised that I'm gonna come over and make you keep me company.

[She nods over at him.]

Who're you supposed to be, anyway?

ota;

[harvelle]

[About that dressing up thing?

Yeah, no. Jo's not doing it. She had played around with a few black dresses upstairs and none of them made her feel comfortable or like herself, so she rushed to find her personal belongings and grab some of those. So when Jo shows up to the party, it's in jeans and a black tank top. Boots top the outfit off and make her look oh-so dainty and feminine.

She lingers against a wall for a short amount of time, casually watching the crowd and trying to figure out who she'd get along with best. If you don't catch her there, she spends her night moving around the room and talking to whoever's willing to listen. She's definitely not a social butterfly, but it's easy enough to fake when running on an ego high thanks to getting a ceremony and party all about her and only her.

At one point later in the night, however, she gets tired of being outgoing and finds a nice dark corner to retreat and hide in. She's easiest to stalk and corner there, although she'll be a bit snappier to anyone who dares to disturb her quiet reflection time. Somewhere along the way she's picked up a bottle of beer and she enjoys slowly nursing it in her own personal space.

Yep, drinking beer and wearing jeans to a black tie party. She's the classiest lady of them all.]

[nepotism]

[ Leave it to Fred to interrupt her quiet reflective time. THIS IS A PARTY, GEEZ.

He's all sharply dressed in a suit and tie, the latter of which he's in the process of tugging loose as he plops down at the table she's sitting at, sprawling his legs out in front of him. ]

These things can be a real workout.

[harvelle]

[Well, isn't he pretty?

Jo blinks up at him, taking a long drink. She doesn't say anything at first, just laughs and gives a shrug. Her throat is so sore and tired from






talking to people all night get your mind out of the gutter, you sick freak.

But she realizes that she's eventually going to need to actually say something to him, so she sets her beer aside and sits up a little.]

You don't seem like someone that minds that too much.

[nepotism]

It's a nice break from trading blows all day. Different kind of exhausting.

[ He glances over at her finally, eyes flicking up and down her once, very briefly, without lingering. ] I know Wynn said your name at the ceremony, but I've got an awful memory for 'em.

Re: ota;

[burnsbright]

[Scout wants to dance but the only music playing now is pretty slow and atmospheric and she doesn't ask people she doesn't know to slow dance argh her life is hard. :(]

[anyway she admired the new squire's attitude at the ceremony. Scout wishes she had that kind of brazen confidence-without-callousness, and is very glad she wasn't the only new squire at her ceremony, so manages to approach Jo while she's moving around the room.]

[Scout's dressed in neutral tans and offwhites in layers and a divided skirt and a gauzy scarf as a sash, with an open duster over all of it. A little unorthodox, but nothing jarring. She holds a wine glass with grape juice low, around waist level and close to her body.]

I like your style.

[harvelle]

[Jo gives a jump, just because she's so caught up in thinking about the day's events. When she hears the other girl speak, she offers her a smile, which grows a bit uncertain as the words actually register with her.

She's not used to talking to other women, much less getting compliments from them. So she gets a bit awkward and passes her beer back and forth between her hands, and eventually takes a drink, nodding.]

Don't really hear that all that much.

[All that confidence from earlier is now gone, replaced with just not knowing how to respond.]

[burnsbright]

[Scout herself is much more confident one to one. Noticing the change, she swirls her juice slightly.]

You seemed comfortable. I was nervous as anything when I was squired, though - [a quick glance around to see if either Faye or Deadpool are nearby] - it was with two much more colorful personalities than me.

[She smiles and decides against a joking demand for Jo to give up her secret, but holds her free hand out.]

I'm Tallisibeth. When I'm not in trouble, people call me Scout.

[uponwildwaves]

[Morgan's quietly making his way to his usual spot when suddenly GIRL SITTING IN HIS SPOT WHAT DO.

He comes to a halt, staring in surprise for what's probably a fraction of a second too long.]

Sorry, I...

[His brow furrows as he looks down at his glass of water. Yes, water. He's the biggest partyer of all the big partyers.]

I didn't know anyone would be sitting here.

[He chose not to get dressed up either. Instead he's just standing there in his usual garb: black everything (NICE) black everything, including the coat.

He's also... not really sure of what to do at this point sooo. Yep, he's frozen in place.]

[harvelle]

[Yep, she's in someone's spot. And she's not moving. She will, however, glance up at him with an amused little smirk, eyebrows arching as he speaks.]

Lucky for you, there's a whole lot of other chairs. Look at that, there's one right here.

[She pulls out the one next to her and nods down toward it.]

Go on, give it a try.

[uponwildwaves]

I, uh... Thank you.

[He tries to grin, the expression coming off a bit more pained than he intended. He sits in the chair and puts his glass down on the table before offering Jo his hand.]

Morgan.

[reallywicked]

[Jo reminds Faye of someone, but she can't put her finger on who, exactly. But that nagging feeling pulls her over towards the young woman at some point during the night.]

I suppose congratulations are in order. [She says, looking at the girl with a lazy smirk.]

[harvelle]

I guess so, but I don't do real well with things like that. [She shrugs it off, smirking over at the girl in return.]

How many of these things have you been to now? It's got to get old after a while.

[reallywicked]

This is just my second. The last one was way better.

[because it was a party for her and not... not her]

I'm Faye.

ota

[meta]

[Deadpool is so classy tonight. Except he doesn't have the machine gun. But he does have the mask and gloves!

He's attempting to eat refreshments. It'd work a lot better without the mask. But he keeps trying!

So add some stains to that nice white tux.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye sees your white tux and raises you another red dress that she probably bought with her company card.

She'll also just be watching you eat and be disgusted.]

[meta]

[Hot. He looks over at her and waves, grinning cheerfully.]

[burnsbright]

[Scout comes by for a couple deviled eggs and, at the other side of the table, watches him out of the corner of her eye for a second or two. She can't imagine he's not aware of why he's having difficulty with that... still. Vaguely amused, she speaks up quietly and earnestly, as if this is a common difficulty to be discreetly addressed.]

Might be easier if you uncovered your lips at least, or snuck it in under your mask.

[meta]

[His eyes narrow under the mask.] Are you telling me what to do?

ota!

[reallywicked]

[Faye's dress is a lot like the one she wore to her party, except probably more eye catching. Because this isn't her party, but she'll be damned if she goes unnoticed. She's just going to slowly walk through the room, judging everyone.]