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

[reallywicked]

[Her lips meet his, hands planted on either side of his head as she rocks her hips against him. She moves like she was born to do this (dex 20 total) and makes sure she looks damn fine doing it (cha 23). Being in control means that she can give herself exactly what she wants. The angles are right, the pressure is right. She'll take from him what she wants and not even bat an eye. She brings her hips down and moans against his mouth, teeth gabbing his bottom lip and biting down roughly.]

[unhand]

[Damn, that shit's hot. He works her breast with his good hand skillfully (dex nat 20) and promptly comes on the spot (con... 7).]

[reallywicked]

[Between her exceptional movements (which are aimed more at her own pleasure than his, let's be real here) and his skillful attention to her breast, Faye's body gives in to the sensations and her climax sneaks up on her (con 6). She cries out, practically shouting as the first wave hits her and she rides it out. She continues to rock her hips against him, the movements jerky and uneven as all of her muscles tense, then relax in unison.

But even when she's done and sated, she doesn't wilt to his side like a delicate flower. With one hand placed on his chest to steady herself, she tries to catch her breath in heaving pants.]

[uncurse]

[ emma's exhausted. by the time she gets back to her room, she's emotionally and physically beat. her feet are killing her from the after-party, and her heart aches from david's missing memories. she pushes open her door without turning on the lights. she kicks off her shoes, but then stops short upon hearing a noise (listen 16).

her hand reaches out to turn on the table lamp, and she's stunned into silence for a long moment.

on her bed, hook and ... some girl from earlier at the party. her gut sinks, twisting and trying to wring emotion from her that she won't allow to come, even as her eyes sting. anger is easier. anger slips in like she's so practiced in letting it and she explodes in sharp offense. ]

What the hell are you doing here?

[unhand]

[BWUH WHA NOT WHAT HE WAS EXPECTING?]

Swan? What are you doing here?

[He looks over at Faye because HE THOUGHT THIS WAS YOUR ROOM or at least someone you knew or at least... not Emma's....]

[reallywicked]

[Faye, on the other hand, is finding this so amusing. She had watched the blonde and the pirate interact before she had approached him at all. Really she couldn't have lucked out better than this. While they're busy shouting at each other, she moves to grab her dress and underthings, dressing quickly because this isn't her first rodeo.]

You said we needed a room. [She says to Hook, expertly zipping her dress and adjusting it. She turns to Emma and flashes a fake, sweet smile.] Sorry, princess. Luck of the draw.

[uncurse]

Yeah, I find that hard to believe. [ emma's voice is sharp and intolerant. her eyes flicker to faye; she's both grateful that she's already got her closed on and baffled she could feel anything like gratitude in this moment. mostly, though, her expression just holds contempt and impatience. ] Just - Just get out. [ she looks back to hook. ] Both of you, just get out of here.

[ she wants to stop herself, wants to shut herself up while she's still pissed and the hurt hasn't crept through but it's not happening because a squeaky, pitchy edge enters her shout and she keeps going. ]

Are you kidding me? Is this - Is this supposed to be funny? Are you pissed, is this some - some attempt to get back at me for earlier? I reject you, so you decide to screw some little girl in my bed? God, are you ten?! What the hell is wrong with you?

[unhand]

That's not-- I didn't know! [He grabs his pants and yanks them up, still talking to her.] You said I should find someone else. Wasn't about you at all!

[reallywicked]

[Faye stops dead at Emma's words, stepping over to the two bumbling idiots as they continue to yell at each over nothing. She levels her gaze on Emma and speaks in a cold, even tone (intimidate 26. sometimes it is scary how she really is the love child of dumage and gold.)]

I would watch what I say if I were you. Or haven't you figured out yet that not everyone here is what they seem? This little girl could make you beg for mercy if she wanted. So instead of throwing a tantrum, why don't you just call for room service to wash the sheets. [She looks over her shoulder to Hook.] It's been fun, but I'm not really interested in dealing with your crazy ex. Have fun with that.

[And she is just going to sway her way to the door now~]

[uncurse]

[ the intimidation sufficiently prevents emma from following her (at least until she has the chance to ask gold about who she was), but it doesn't stop her from letting hook have it. ]

Don't feed me that bullshit. You really expect me to believe it just happened to be my room you stumbled into. [ yeah she ... legit crit failed her sense motive check. ] Get out. Get the hell out.

[unhand]

[wow what bullshit she was supposed to be better at telling lies.]

She might've known. [FAYE IS REALLY SCARY HE'S KIND OF REGRETTING THIS. A LOT.] Swan, I swear--

[Yeah, there is... no saving this. He gives her a last chagrined look as he pulls on his shirt and heads for the door, snagging his boots on his hook.]

Sorry.

[uncurse]

[ she waits until the door slams behind him to let the weight sink in her chest. she exhales heavily, scrubbing her hands over her face, ignoring the wetness in her eyes, and then moves to rip the sheets off the bed with the hurried lack of ceremony of someone far more deeply affected than they'd like to let on. she just wants it over with so she can stop thinking about it. ]