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

[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]

[wynn]

[ Wynn watches him approach with a strange knowing looking in his eyes, and when he offers a greeting he nods and asks mildly: ] Enjoying yourself, Sir Tybalt?

[quarrelsomecat]

Not particularly.

[No one could ever say he wasn't an honest man, at least.]

All this... fuss. I feel a bit out of place.

[He glances out at the others and clears his throat slightly.]

They seem to be enjoying themselves, at least.

[They being the other squires.]

[wynn]

It isn't always about the ones being celebrated enjoying themselves, although that can be a fortuitous side effect.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt did his best not to give a huff at that. He didn't understand. What was the point? But he abhorred the idea of making himself look like more of a fool in front of Wynn, so he merely nodded, glancing around at the others. He really should leave before he did manage to make more of a fool of himself. But he wanted the opportunity to be near Wynn and he'd take it for a bit longer.

But of course, that was a terrible mistake.]

What is it about, then?

[Oh. And there was why he should have left while he was marginally ahead.]

[wynn]

Celebrating the growth of our order, and reminding even the oldest knights that new blood isn't to be looked down upon, but to be praised for their courage in joining us.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Well, now he feels a bit more like an idiot then he did before. Of course that's why. He knew that. Why did ask? Why did he ask Wynn?

His fingers twitch at his sides and he clasps his hands behind his back to keep them still. He should leave Wynn be, really. He probably doesn't want to spend his time chatting with a squire. Especially not Tybalt.]

It's a good reminder

[He bows his head a bit, looking out at the party.]

It seems to have grown quite a bit this month.

[Not that he has anything but his own to compare it to.]

[wynn]

At times, the Veil begins to bring through those from the other side at a faster pace. Usually, those periods coincide with growth in our own numbers: although they also bring more perils for us to face.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt gives a nod. That makes sense, of course, though this has him wondering what else might be coming through the veil right now. Not everything or everyone that came from the other side could be reasoned with.

Just fine by him. He was better with a sword than he was with reason.]

I suppose I aught to try and get to know the new squires, then.

[He wasn't really going to, not well at least. Tybalt and small talk never worked well together.]

[wynn]

If you desire. If not, you'll get to know them much better in the field.