after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (Slovechnia group will be returned by this point!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || Feb 1st, 2013, 6:00PM
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]

[ the man himself is here, all 6'7" of him. as always, he seems to project a bubble that keeps people from passing or loitering too close to him, and he positions himself at one end of the room, monitoring the festivities. ]

[uncurse]

[ it's stating the obvious to say that emma's a loner, but she is. and she tends to keep to herself because she's never really found anyone that she could rely on for most of her life. that said, she's got an eye for those like her, and wynn's got this presence to him that, well, if he wasn't interested in a certain degree of isolation before, he was stuck with it now.

but it didn't deter emma. partially because she didn't intimidate easily, and partially because she had better luck looking for that in others.

so she approached him. after all, she did have something she'd been meaning to ask since the ceremony ... ]

Is there always this much pomp and circumstance for fresh meat?

[undealt]

[I'm not gonna lie. I'm tagging Wynn because there's an entire foot of height difference and it makes me happy. Also because they are both intimidating fuckers.

Do I even need to say I got a nat 20 disguise check. It's Gold. He'd have to get dressed in the fucking dark before he'd be anything but hot.]

What are the odds. [In that tone that says he's musing in Wynn's general direction. It's a thing he does. Six months in the castle, people just come to expect it from him.]

[unhand]

[Hook noticed that look when he was, um, creative with his vows. He hadn't said anything then, nor does he intend to now, but he can at least stop by and say hello.]

Nice party.

ota;

[eldritchweaver]

[ with his elven ears, and sharp serpentine features, hasmed is always an unnerving addition to festivities. he's wearing long rich purple robes, and very openly watching emma swan. :| what. ]

[uncurse]

[ emma's spot check to find him staring was a ten, so it takes her a good hour to notice. but when she does, she's quick to react. she makes sure there's no one else he could be awkwardly gawking at, and then makes her way over. ]

I thought elves were supposed to be subtle. [ is that racist??? ]

[undealt]

[Oh, is it Mean Girls time? It's totally Mean Girls time.]

Worried I'm going to damage her, Hasmed?

ota;

[cabot]

[ a well dressed dark elf circulates the party with glib chatter, and flirtation, although he doesn't spend much time speaking to anyone in particular. he seems almost to be on the prowl for someone in particular, scanning faces as he makes his way around. ]

[uncease]

Looking for someone?

[He just has this feeling like that expression is familiar. Looking for someone. He's comfortable with it.]

Not that I know many people here, but maybe I can help.

[unhand]

[He's probably not looking for Hook, but that's who he gets to find.] Don't think I know you, do I?

ota;

[pickyourbattles]

[ oh hey some people unlocked a ~NEW NPC KNIGHT~ in a secret log, so he'll be here too. about 5'5", with light brown hair, large green eyes, and sharp features, a spot check of 14 or higher's enough to recognize that there's elven blood in him. his idea of a suit looks a lot like a fairy tale prince's. he's staring up at a medieval painting of a bunch of knights, with a silly look on his face. ]

FUCK YOUR SECRET LOGS /PULLS AT FACE

[uncurse]

[ her spot check doesn't identify him as anything other than human, but she does approach him. she's his height on a regular day, but her heels have her kind of towering over him. to be fair, he's probably used to it. she assesses the painting. ]

The chain mail and plate armor's just for ceremony these days, right?

ota

[unhand]

[Hook didn't pay much attention to the "black tie" part (disguise 14). He found some nice black leather clothing and adorned himself in the usual fashion, pausing only to snag some of the jewelry available. How could he resist when it was just there for the taking?

Then he sauntered out to the ballroom, looking around as if he owned the place. Just because he was a Sir now didn't mean the Captain had gone out of him. He meant to act like it.]

[uncurse]

That's your idea of black tie. [ emma was going to try and avoid him and then she realized there wasn't much hope to it. like, any hope at all. the ballroom wasn't particularly crowded, after all. ] You look like a strip-o-gram.

[reallywicked]

[Someone rolled herself a nat 20 disguise check and is just looking all kinds of smokin. Faye has a thing for bad boys and a guy with a hook and a devilish smile? Totally fits the bill. She's bold and likes to take what she wants rather than waiting around for it.

She approaches while he's talking with someone, but doesn't seem to mind that she's interrupting. Her fingertips trail across his shoulders as she walks around him, giving him a seductive smirk when she finally faces him.]

Dance with me. [It isn't a request, but she's not exactly dragging him out there either.]

[necessaryevil]

[ birds of a black leather feather flock together? with his seventies hair cut and jeans, strolls by hook at one point, patting his pockets and cursing. he pauses when he sees the man and surveys him briefly. ]

Guessing you're a big Hoffman fan.

[bluffcheck]

[FORGET EVERYTHING FROM EARLIER BECAUSE I AM KIND OF DUMB.

Thoster's been working the crowd, saying hello to people he's met or those he never has. He's just glad to be back in the castle, honestly. He eventually circles back to Hook, clapping a hand to the man's back.]

Enjoying yourself, friend?

ota; 1/2

[nepotism]

No, I'm serious. A possessed car. I'm not pulling your leg. [ fred is by the buffet table, having an animated conversation with mark ]

[nosdacariad]

[ mark clearly thinks he's joking ] Was it a hearse?

ota;

[untethered]

[ who's that lady

lovely lady

so belle's here. in blue, looking adorbs. she's been with the knighthood awhile now, she just usually finds the library a better way to spend her friday nights than big castle parties, ok...

anyways, she's here now, that's what matters. and she's pouring some tea at the buffet for anyone who wants to come and have some. ]

[unhand]

[Hook recognises her! He remembers breaking into her cell and... okay, he's a bit fuzzy on the details, only that it ended in him going off to make friends with Cora. Seriously, this big hole in his memory is going to cause problems.

She probably won't be happy to see him. That's never stopped him before.]

Out of your cell, princess?

ota;

[uncurse]

[ getting emma dressed up was next to impossible. there'd been no other female squires, which left her alone to sort through the provided wardrobe of the castle to find something appropriate. she was left scrambling to sort through overly gaudy dresses that looked like they belonged on a runway or a red carpet more than a party.

she found a suitably subdued dress and haphazardly pulled it on. she was fairly certain she'd felt more comfortable in the armor. but, she curled her hair and hooked on earrings and headed out into the party all the same. she wasn't dressed as fancily as the rest of the knights appeared to be, but she didn't look wholly out of place, either (disguise 8). which suited her just fine.

she kept to the refreshments table, picking at hors d'oeuvres and avoiding socializing out of sheer awkwardness more than anything else. ]

[asap]

[That means she gets to hang out with Andie, who is trying hard not to polish off ALL the hors d'oeuvres. With limited success. When she sees Emma, she beams and tries to say something through a mouth full of food. It doesn't work out, so she hurriedly swallows, coughs a little, and beams again.]

Hey, you're new!

ota

[uncease]

[David completely missed the memo where this was a fancy party (disguise 6), because he is totally under dressed for the occasion. He only looks a little embarrassed by it, though. He's supposedly a guest of honor, after all. It's his party and he'll wear jeans if he wants to.

Still. Feel free to point out that he sticks out, because he's currently weaving through the room to mingle.]

[uncurse]

[ emma's gotten over the initial shock that david's here because she experienced that during the ceremony. talk about a distraction and/or mindfuck.

anyway now she'll head over and catch him alone. ]

What are the chances now's a good time to ask how the hell you got here?

ota

[asap]

[Andie looks gorgeous as always in a strapless blue dress with a big silver necklace thanks to her disguise check of 16. She flits around the dance floor and food tables as usual, excited to meet new people and did she mention the food?]

[nepotism]

[ and runs smack into fred, at one point in time. he holds up both hands laughing ] Whoa there, Red. Pretty sure even if you're last in line at the buffet table, there'll be plenty more where that came from.

[undealt]

[I mentioned his disguise check nat 20, and the fact that he'd have to get dressed in the dark with his knee acting up and his bucket of fucks being at a negative forty before he wouldn't look hot, right?

Right, well he's here. Dressed... pretty much exactly as he always dresses. Maybe he has a sparkly dragon tie clip or something to mark this as a special occasion. You don't get much classier than a silver fox with a cane eating the hors d'oeuvres and generally people-watching. And sometimes being polite enough to get over himself enough to pretend he gives a fuck about most of these people.

Of course, there are people from his neck of the woods now, so he cares significantly more than he normally does, which might be why this is the first time anyone's seen him at one of these shindigs since his own ages ago.]

[reallywicked]

[matching nat 20s. what up.

At some point in the evening, Faye slips over to the refreshment table and looks over the selection. Her nose crinkles as she decides that she'll be sticking to her spiked drink and leaving it at that.

When she turns from the table, she spots the man with the cane. She's intrigued- mostly because of that fancy ass sense of style and the way he looks... distinguished. A man who holds himself well usually has good reason to do so, after all. Putting on her sweetest smile, she approaches.]

I don't think we've met. Faye Chamberlain.