after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions 
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || Mar 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

[faeconman]

Shouldn't be covering such pretty hands anyway.

[ Said as a comment on her little glove problem as he regards her with mild amusement and some appreciation.

He might be pretty far off the market, but he still enjoys beauty in all forms. Besides, she was there, he's a little bored and it seemed like an all right way to strike up a conversation. ]

[smugfox]

[In relative patience Reynard waits until Robin is finished before starting to applaud. For one thing, because he genuinely liked the performance, for another, well, he wants him to turn around, so he can see his face. During the ceremony he had been too pre-occupied to pay much attention to the other squires.]

Seems like you're in the wrong profession. Bard would be a good fit for you.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt is neither approachable or generally easy to talk to. Most days he fails to manage even a fair pass at being conversational, ending up in duels and a clash of opinions. It's not entirely intentional, he just has issues. It's not recommendable to be such a prideful squire, especially one who has so many preconceived notions of other people's opinions of him.

Still. He does try now and then to be slightly more... well... human. Being a standoffish cat all the time is not recommended.

So if he approaches Robin, it is because he feels as if this particular squire is a bit less-likely to clash with his prickly attitude than the other options available for conversation. And he had promised to try and play nice with the other squires. Which was precisely why he was uncomfortably unarmed at this party.]

I suppose congratulations are in order.

[smugfox]

[One of the many bonuses of mostly being a fox are the reflexes and it's those that help Reynard to reach out in time to catch Rose by the hand when she stumbles.

He laughs, but it's not a mocking laugh, much more friendly and only with a hint of teasing as he smiles at her.]

Shouldn't that wait until after you had a bit to drink?

[exuviae]

As you can see, I'm not moving much.

[ It was meant as a joke but came out a bit too drily to really work as one. ]

Actually it's not that bad.

[ Added because she believes in honesty in all matters, big and small. ]

[faeconman]

[ Turn he does, and quite hastily at that though his expression of startled surprise quickly turns into a laugh as he puts a hand over his racing heart. ]

Oh dear, gave me a bit of a scare there. I hope I wasn't bothering you?

[ The applause and compliment did indicate that the friendly stranger hadn't been too annoyed by his little concert, but it usually doesn't hurt to make sure. ]

[smugfox]

Not at all, quite the opposite.

[He takes a step closer, still smiling. His eyes are rather enjoying what they're seeing and his other senses have no reason to complain either. He'll definitely make sure to remember that scent.]

Your voice is remarkable. Thank you for every word you sing in my presence. And very probably for every word you utter, too.

[bittersweeter]

It's not for my benefit.

[She swivels her head to look at him for a moment, eyes sharp and studying, before her nose wrinkles and she looks back at the painting. He looks like a Sharpe, all cheekbones and sharpness and darkness.]

[faeconman]

[ He smiles a little and lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. ]

What do you think, are they?

[ Since he didn't see Tybalt among the other squires during the ceremony he's assuming that the man has been with the knights for longer than he himself has, which would be why he phrases his response the way he does. ]

[faeconman]

[ Not a bad assessment of him, really. He's trying to keep a lid on it, though. Her obvious disdain only strikes him as appropriate and pulls a quiet chuckle out of him. ]

And in what way do others benefit from your hands remaining hidden? Or is that one of those accidentally too personal questions?

[graveflowers]

[All the laughter, because wow, that mental image is just priceless and Violet gives up on her braids, lazily leaving her hair down, she should probably pick clothes out, too.]

I will put that on my list of stuff not to do at all.

[graveflowers]

[As is her way, Violet's got food in her mouth when she's spoken to. Naturally. It's okay, she owns her inherent ridiculousness. And quickly swallows.]

Hi.

[Yeah, no, she hasn't got anything better than that.]

[faeconman]

[ Robin would back away, feeling that Reynard had already been more than close enough, but he's prevented from doing so by the racks of clothing.

He's still smiling, but now also looking a touch incredulous. Is this guy for real? ]

You're very kind to say that. I'm Robin, nice to meet you.

[ He offers a hand to shake, partly hoping to halt Reynard's movement towards him. ]

[smugfox]

Just being honest. Since we just pledged to honesty and all that.

[There is something just a tad thrilling about realizing that Robin wants to put more distance between them but can't, but Reynard decided to ignore that particular predatory instinct for now and just take the offered hand, indeed keeping his distance now.]

Robin Goodfellow, right? I remember. Interesting name. I'm Reynard, no last name.

[bittersweeter]

I've noticed people don't really enjoy nightmares. [Or walking off tall buildings, but she reserves that for people she loves.

She glances back at him, lips pursed, and tucks her hair behind her ear. Her blue earrings match one of her eyes.] Wynn would probably disapprove. [She doesn't sound like she cares much though. Problem with authority, what?]

[faeconman]

[ After a brief shake he lets go of Reynard's hand and finishes buttoning up his shirt while he speaks. ]

Right. Parents had an interesting sense of humor.

[ And there goes his first lie as one of the Knights.

Pledged to honesty indeed. ]

[smugfox]

[His eyes watch Robin's fingers, but he's pretty subtle about it, quickly settling on his face again.]

Well, I'd have that too, if my last name was Goodfellow. Nice to meet you, Robin. Ready to face the world as a Sir?

[faeconman]

That's true. [ Meaning both the bit about people not liking nightmares and the one about Wynn's likely disapproval. ] And that is connected to your hands how?

[faeconman]

Just trust me when I say there is not a single joke you could make that I haven't heard before.

[ He turns around briefly to grab the jacket that matches the trousers he chose and then his attention is back on Reynard. ]

I suppose I'm about as ready as I'll ever be.

[exuviae]

[ Hey, laughter is good. Amrita will get around to doing something with her hair eventually. Maybe. She does like having it out of the way. ]

Smart girl. Never mess with people who could probably crack nuts between their butt-cheeks.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Honesty is a trait Tybalt can respect. He has a habit of being a bit too honest at the wrong times, sometimes. Of course now he has to think of something new to say. Conversationalism. How is it done?]

I suppose no one is expecting you to do much fighting at a party.

[Because this is where his mind goes to. And yes, Tybalt is well aware not everyone is quite as old fashioned as he is, but he immediately thinks in contexts of how easy it is to run and fight in his clothes. He doesn't mean it to sound condescending. Really he doesn't.]

[bittersweeter]

My hands are how I give them, hence-- [She raises her free hand and wiggles her fingers. Hence the gloves. She doesn't actually care if the people here know what she can do.

Although, she does finally smile.]

[quarrelsomecat]

[At some point in time during the festivities, Tybalt finds his way over near Wynn. Invisible force field or not, the curious cat doesn't like to miss many opportunities to approach Wynn. He can't help but be interested in the leader of the Knights. Some sort of pull toward heads of authority from a time he doesn't remember.

A need to prove himself.

Who can say?

Yes, Wynn was intimidating, but he also commanded a lot of respect and Tybalt intended to at least give a greeting.]

Good evening [How does one address the leader of the knights, anyhow? Sir? M'lord? Certainly not Wynn. Tybalt decides to forgo names entirely and just bow his head slightly in acknowledgement. Look Wynn. Ty is behaving himself. He hasn't even started any fights, yet]

[quarrelsomecat]

That entirely depends on you, I should think.

[Tybalt offers a small twist of his own smile, and there is something in his tone that almost suggest he is teasing. At the least he is testing the waters. He knows nothing of this man, except that one of the Knights has deigned him worthy of being squired. Which makes him wonder which and for what reason.

He would normally say he trusted their judgement but well... He didn't see what they saw in all of the squires among the Silver Dragons.]

But yes, congratulations. And welcome. It's not every day there is a squiring ceremony.

[quarrelsomecat]

[They are off to a fantastic start, conversationally. Let all others be jealous of their deep and meaningful conversations.

Tybalt's brows raise slightly, but he shoulders on. Be more social. Someone's nagging words about making friends and not enemies repeat at the back of his mind and he wants to sigh exasperatedly at the notion that he needs friends.

He does fine on his own.

Right where was he? How do you small talk?]


That is a very unique outfit you have on.

[Unique. Blindingly bright, he means, but he can hardly say that to a lady. It's still honest Drink more. Talk less. He shuts himself up with a glass of champagne, eyebrows still raised a bit as his good eye remains on her facial expressions. Mainly to avoid the green.]