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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lila zacharov | open

[bittersweeter]

[Someone knows how to dress up. Pro-tip it's Lila. (Disguise 22.) She walks better in high heels than without. And oh hey, is that champagne, don't mind if she does. So little Lila with her condescending mismatched eyes will just be judging everyone from... over there. By some painting she's not interested in, getting generally more annoyed by the beads of condensation dampening her thin cotton gloves. That was a bad choice actually, but she didn't want her hands to get all sweaty from leather gloves and now they're damp and -- Lila is sullen again, wiping her hands on her dress, which does nothing but leave streaks of wetness on the skirt.

Even sullen, she looks completely comfortable all dressed up like a doll and in the middle of a party. Well, completely comfortable except for tugging at her amulet necklace tucked under her dress. They're probably worthless here, but she hasn't taken them off yet and the chain is rubbing roughly against her throat, which is decidedly uncomfortable.]

[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. ]

[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]

[ 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?

[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]

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?

[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.]

[faeconman]

How very considerate of you.

[ Is that truly a smile he sees? Great success, he will call that a win. ]

You can't control it, then?

[bittersweeter]

Oh no. I can control it.

[Definitely a smile, one getting wider.]

[bancroft]

[ careening through the crowd in a whirl, with a beer mug raised high and a wide smile on his face is a figure who is all straggly black hair and scruffy beard, defiantly running counter to the dress code in a very beat up, tattered, black leather coat. he's laughing wildly as if he just heard the best joke ever, and skids to a stop in front of lila. his grin reveals teeth that seem almost a tiny tad TOO sharp to the eye of someone with a spot check 15 or higher. a spot of 10 reveals something intensely unusual about his eyes: for all the roughness of his appearance, they're an appallingly attractive shade of phosphorescent blue, much too bright to be normal. his greeting is entirely enthusiastic as he reaches out for one of her gloved hands ]

And you must be Miss Lila. Lovely girl!

[bittersweeter]

[And Lila thought her eyes were different. (Spot 12) Wow. She is distracted like a cat with a laser pen. Wasn't he saying something, about her amazingness? She should focus on that instead.]

I can't tell if that's sarcasm or an insult.

[bancroft]

If those are my only options, I'm going to need to work on my delivery.

[bittersweeter]

[Or not, considering Lila could find the sarcasm a compliment.]

I am. Lila.

[bancroft]

[ he gives her a ridiculous sweeping bow ] Thomas Bancroft, at your service. Welcome, welcome to our fine estate and our finer service.

[bittersweeter]

[...Giggle. Is he for real? She can't tell, but she does giggle, thoroughly amused.] Thanks.

You're a knight?

[Can he be hers? That would be great. She doubts this very much.]

[bancroft]

Well, don't go telling everyone. [ a wink as he draws himself up again ] One of our illustrious Dragon's Claws, even.

[bittersweeter]

Oh.

[What the hell was a Dragon's Claw again? Rapid fire thinking goes down for a moment.] So you're Paul McCartney to Wynn's Lennon.

[So why, exactly, is he talking to her? She's roughly the rank of peon, right now. Curious.]

I'm sorry in advance for her...

[reallywicked]

[Like knows like and Faye can read a judgmental glance from a mile away. She's been watching the little blonde since the party started, because really... how dare she wear red. Or anything close to it. Hmph.

Eventually, she finds an excuse to cross the room, chatting up a few familiar faces along the way. By the time she crosses the room, she laughing at some joke that wasn't really that funny to begin with. Girl knows how to work a crowd.

She stops, as if she had no idea that anyone was over on this wall.]

Oh. Hello there. You're one of the new squires, aren't you?

[bittersweeter]

[Uh-huh.

It takes her a moment to acknowledge, because this painting is really interesting and Lila is appropriately interested. Eventually, slightly too long to be polite, she glances over. The other girl gets a quick once over and Lila drops her empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter.]

Regular Sherlock Holmes.

[reallywicked]

[This new batch of girls need a lesson who's boss CLEARLY. Faye drops any fake polite act and settles immediately into a judgmental scoff before her lip curls up in disgust.]

Guess they'll let anyone in these days.

[bittersweeter]

Started the trend early, obviously. How long have you been here?

[The sweetest of smiles.]

[reallywicked]

[She rolls her eyes and gives a tight lipped sarcastic smile of her own.]

Long enough to know you won't last a month.

[bittersweeter]

[Shrug.]

Do you want to take odds on that?

[reallywicked]

[She pauses, head tilting slightly in intrigue.]

Depends on if you have anything worth betting.

[bittersweeter]

[Gloved fingers brush her hair back from her ears, pausing a moment to showcase her earrings.]

I think we could make an arrangement. Besides my enjoyment at your loss of dignity from losing, what would I get?