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. ]

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.

[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?

[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.

[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]

It's only two letters, can't be that hard to remember. [She teases, eyebrows arching in mock offense.]

I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with what you find at dockside bars. [Her head tips to the side and she lets out a laugh. He seems decent enough to be able to joke around. And if she offends him, then well...he just needs to man up.]

[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?

[nepotistic]

Can't say I know what rhymes with "VD" but it's got the right number of letters.

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.

[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]

[And since Jo is just one of the guys in any given situation, she chortles and reaches over to hit at his arm.]

It's Jo. Guess now would be a real great time to get to introducing yourself.

[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.]

[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.

[harvelle]

I was comfortable. [She admits with a shrug, not finding it that big of a deal that the other girl acted different than her. She's fumbling right now in a one on one situation, so it all evens out in the end.

She glances down at Scout's hand before taking hold of it and giving it a hearty shake.]

Think I'll stick with Scout, then. And in case you didn't catch it, I'm Jo. Joanna Beth when I'm in trouble, but only my mom gets away with calling me it. Anyone else tries, they get a fist to the face.

[nepotism]

[ He chuckles, the hit not seeming to faze him and his big, beefy arms. ]

Fred Jr.

[necessaryevil]

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

Old enough.

[harvelle]

[Stop being so beefy and charming. It's only going to get you made fun of. And hit again in the arm so she can feel those big, beefy muscles again.]

So, Junior, how long've you been hanging around this place?

[nepotistic]

Since they'd let me. Came here right outta high school.

[burnsbright]

Don't worry, I'm not asking you to dance. This is not good music for that. [Scout says it lightly.]

[Her hand has harsh-textured calluses on it, the kind that snag on fabric. She squeezes a little, not trying to crush, and when Jo releases it she hooks that hand by the thumb into her sash.]

Smarter than me. I told Wynn my whole name, so of course that was how he announced me... Anyway, welcome to the Knights.

[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.