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;

[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?

[pickyourbattles]

[ he looks momentarily startled that anyone's addressing him at all. ] A correct assumption. There's no formal dress etiquette for missions. Or downtime. If that's what you're worried about.

[uncurse]

The way you're staring at that thing, people might think you wish there was. [ she nods to the painting. ]

[pickyourbattles]

Oh no! Not at all, actually. I was sort of just... curious about the history. The inspiration for all this.

It certainly doesn't seem to fit into the rest of this world.

[uncurse]

How do you figure? Looks normal enough to me.

[pickyourbattles]

Well, er, historically, yes. I meant more... now. It's a bit archaic, wearing armor in this world. Waving swords about.

[uncurse]

Well, no argument there, but I think that's why they call it art instead of a training video.

[pickyourbattles]

But it's still an important part of the culture here. Why do you think we put the armor on every time someone new comes along?

[uncurse]

Well, sure. But, so's Thanksgiving, but you don't see us thanking some god that our crops didn't freeze all winter. Traditions stick around, but we adapt them to suit our needs now.

[pickyourbattles]

[ blank stare ] Thanksgiving?

[uncurse]

Yeah. You know. Turkey, stuffing. It just happened, like two months ago. [ beat ] Forget it. American thing.

[pickyourbattles]

Sorry. I still haven't picked up on all the customs of the lands of this world.

[uncurse]

Not from around here, either? [ she sizes him up. ] I'm Emma.

[pickyourbattles]

[ he straightens his shoulders before announcing: ] Aurelius. [ after another beat, he proffers a hand, in what is obviously a very last-second attempt at appearing more professional ] And, no, I'm afraid I've found myself somewhat... dislocated as well. You're from Faerun?

[uncurse]

[ she takes the hand to shake it just to make him feel better about his professionalism, though she honestly doesn't curr. ]

Storybrooke, actually. Is Faerun a name I should recognize?

[pickyourbattles]

Well, it does seem to be the home dimension of choice for arrivals here. I've never heard of Storybrooke, so I don't imagine I can hold it against you.

[uncurse]

It's not too different from here. Little place in Maine, just not ... this Maine. [ it sounds insane, and emma's expression makes it obvious she thinks so too. she shakes her head to dismiss it. ] Who's from Faerun? Is that the, uh, the Shadow World?

[pickyourbattles]

Maine. [ he repeats that with no sense of recognition so obviously he hasn't been brushing up on geography here yet ]

Er, yes. That's what they call it here. Rather a dismissive naming choice, however. I can't say I very much approve.

[uncurse]

Uh - Cross the ocean from here. [ she says 'cross' like the 'uh' was supposed to be the 'a.' regardless, it's all dismissive of the notion. it obviously doesn't mean much to him. ] I take it you're from there, too?

[pickyourbattles]

[ he nods ] I am. I confess I find it... difficult to accept that there is no returning.

[uncurse]

I don't blame you. Probably plenty of people who've wasted their lives here trying to find a way back, not able to let go. Almost makes me wonder if maybe the more you forget, the luckier you are.

[pickyourbattles]

[ his face hardens instantly ] I can't accept that. Our memories are our identity. They're everything we've worked to be.

[uncurse]

Or everything we didn't choose and just got saddled with.

[pickyourbattles]

Well, even in those cases, how we chose to deal with them impacted our identity.