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

[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?

[necessaryevil]

[ He takes another drink, seeming to evaluate her choice of clothing, and shrugs, taking another sip. ] Your mentor, or something like that.

I'd prefer you stick with 'Max', though.

[harvelle]

[She looks surprised by that, although it's fleeting.]

Jo and Max. Sounds like a sitcom. [Her nose wrinkles as she snorts, giving a roll of her eyes.

How old are you, anyway? [He doesn't look old enough to be a mentor.]

[necessaryevil]

[ He almost looks vaguely irked by the question and his tone comes out a little on the bitchy side. ]

Old enough.

[harvelle]

[He's bringing on flashbacks of Sam Winchester with that face and tone. She smirks, not even bothering to hide her amusement or her chuckle.]

If by old enough you mean younger than thirty but older than twenty-three, it looks like we're right in the same age bracket of being old enough.

[necessaryevil]

Something like that. [ There's a mild evasiveness in his response, but he moves on before she can press the subject. ]

I'm not your boss, more like an adviser. They don't make a brochure with all the ins and outs of how we do things around here. Instead, you get me.

[harvelle]

Does that mean I can ask you all kinds of questions, whenever I want? Or are you gonna go ahead and just tell me everything I should know and I can take notes?

[She's more sincere now, and much more curious. She wants to get off to a good start here, and knows that all the information she can get is a good way to do that.]

[necessaryevil]

I'm not much of a lecturer. I'd rather hear what you're curious about.

[harvelle]

[Her cheeks puff up a little before she lets out a breath of air, and her fingers drum at the side of the table.]

Hate to break it to you, but I'm curious about almost everything. How about we start with something simple and tackle weapons. When do I get 'em?

[necessaryevil]

Now those, we aren't short on. If you make your way upstairs, there's a training room, which houses the armory. Same keycard they gave you to get into the Round Table room'll open the doors.

We're not short on much of anything, except maybe rocket launchers.

[harvelle]

Guess I'll be able to manage just fine without one. [She grins, feeling much more at ease and in her element now.]

Think we can go up and take a look at them now?

[necessaryevil]

Ready to skip out on your party already?

[harvelle]

This isn't my kind of party. And what kind of girl would rather stay here than go look at an arsenal?

[necessaryevil]

... Most of them? Though not around here, I suppose. [ He gets to his feet, bent over to finish off the last few drops of his beer as he pulls himself away, before leaving the glass on the table. ] C'mon.

[harvelle]

[She doesn't need to be told twice. She bolts out of her chair and doesn't give the party a final glance on her way out.]

Next party I get just for me, I promise to put on a pretty little dress and play nice with everyone, and not sneak off to play with weapons. I just haven't done anything to earn all this, and it feels patronizing to have to be a little Barbie doll and parade around socializing with people who're probably gonna end up hating me in a few weeks.

[necessaryevil]

Hating you? [ He side-eyes her incredulously ] Were you plotting how to incur our wrath already?