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.

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DRESSING ROOMS [ladeez]

[wynn]

[Ok, girls, don't let the boys have all the fun. Here's your first chance to be alone and ... probably just as manly together while not being gawked at. Small talk, get pretty, whatever you need to do. There are racks and racks of dresses in here, including many tailor fit to your size. :')

Plus a huge buffet of makeup and hair shit.]

Rose Hathaway - Attn... Ladeez

[littledhampir]

[If only she'd ever mastered the art of doing that one eyebrow arched thing, Rose would totally be doing that as she stared at the racks of dresses, her nose wrinkled in mild disdain as she started to look through them, discarding every one with a cursory glance.]

So if there's an attack... [What, there could be?] How the hell am I suppose do anything but waddle away like a drunk duck in this?

[Grabbing the only dress she'd spotted that didn't look too girly girl for her tastes, a very fitted black satin number that would come down to her knees.]

I guess I could always rip it...

[exuviae]

Guess you can't entirely escape sexism no matter how much they call you sir, huh?

[ Muttered as she too is looking through the dresses to find something that she won't embarrass herself in. ]

[graveflowers]

Except we can use our heels as weapons... [She says like she's going to wear heels, ahah, no.]

And all the guys get, theoretically, is dress shoes. Which, I guess if you're Nikita Khrushchev could still work for you, but I didn't see the late secretary walking around, so I think we one up the guys in that sense.

[Silver lining, people, Violet, flopped over a chaise and braiding her hair, has found it.]

[exuviae]

You make a good point. This is why you never pick a fight with a stripper.

[ No, she is not speaking from experience but come on, it's just simple logic. Do not piss a woman who can hang from a pole only supported by the muscles in her thighs off. Especially not when she's wearing heels you could push right through say, a foot. ]

[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.

[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.

[graveflowers]

Note to self: In zombie apocalypse, seek out strippers.

[Still laughing, she finally pushes herself off the lounger like it's the worst thing ever, and heads to the rack of clothes they're supposed to be choosing from. She peels off her tee shirt and flings it to the side, pulling a dress off and holding it up to herself before putting it back. She's at ease with her far too skinny body and the huge scar curving inwards like a C from breast to hip on her front and back and starts wriggling out of the rest of her layers to pull some other aimlessly picked dress over her head.]

[exuviae]

I think that's a pretty solid survival strategy.

[ If Violet isn't going to make a big deal out of it then neither will Amrita.

She'll just seek out a mirror and start brading her hair. ]

[graveflowers]

At the very least they probably have decent campfire stories.

[Well, sure, this dress she picked out at random is fine. It's really not, but she cares not.]

[exuviae]

Trust me, they do. I've read some blogs.

[ What? A girl has to keep herself entertained. ]

[littledhampir]

Yeah, right?!

[Indignant now. It's dangerous when somebody agrees with her. Bad things happen. Partners in crime levels of bad.]

And you know the guys won't have to spend ages getting dressed. I bet you their suits all look the same and they won't be expected to do hair and make-up.

[exuviae]

And they'll still look great because it's a well established fact that a suit will make anyone look at least twice as good as they usually do.

[ Why do no such miracle dresses exist that will have the same enhancing effect on every single person who puts them on? She would really like to know. ]

[littledhampir]

Which is why I vote for screw the dresses. We go raid the men's dressing room instead.

[...

That was meant to be a joke but now Rose has that look, that 'I've had an idea and you should probably stop me' kind of look that sees a sly grin pulling at the corners of her mouth as she looks back at the other woman.]

I could rock a suit... [Just putting it out there.]

[exuviae]

[ Have an appraising look, Rose, and no attempt whatsoever to stop your train of thought. ]

Yes you could.

[ Girls in suits are hot. ]

... we shouldn't.

[ Said in that way you say it when what you really mean is "we need to do this right now". ]

[littledhampir]

[Words like couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't... they all sounded like challenges to Rose.]

Is it still black tie when you use the tie as a belt?

[Grin widening as Rose discards the dress and moves for the door, cracking it open so she can peak outside.]

How mad do you think tall blonde and serious will be if we do this?

[Rose doesn't intimidate easily but Wynn? He's really not somebody she's keen to be on the wrong side of.]

[exuviae]

[ Usually Amrita regards those words as guidelines, and if they are in accordance with her own personal beliefs when it comes to what can't/shouldn't be/wouldn't be done, making her budge is about as simple as lifting an elephant.

It is however also true that if one pushes the right buttons there are certain directions in wich she will budge quite easily.

Congratulations Rose. You pushed a button. ]

I don't know... does he have a sense of humor at all?

[littledhampir]

[Rose's brow furrowed, thinking back on her conversation with Wynn. She wanted to say no and yet, one thing he'd said made her smile a little at the memory.]

Not sure. He told me I had spirit? I still haven't decided if it was meant to be a compliment or an insult.

[In all likelihood, both.]

But they seem to take the formal crap pretty seriously. With all the mine oath be whatever.

[exuviae]

Think it was more along the lines of stating a fact.

[ At least Rose seems to have plenty of spirit from Amrita's perspective. ]

[littledhampir]

[She considered that for a moment then simply nodded, accepting that as truth. Let it never be said that Rose Hathaway was boring, that was for sure.]

I just wasn't sure if that was like, code for difficult.

[She may have only had vague memories of her life before coming here but frustrating people seemed to be something that felt familiar... especially the ridiculously tall, broody types.]

Ugh. [Resigning herself, as if she'd already had an argument in her head over this.]

I suppose a dress wouldn't kill me but next time we have to do the formal thing? We're raiding that damn dressing room of theirs.

[exuviae]

You are, as they say, on.

[ And oooh would you look at that, SHINY! Yes, Amrita has spotted a dress and is trying to keep a lid on her covetous desire because materialism is bad and being a total magpie is an impulse that must be violently stomped on. ]