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

[littledhampir]

[Rose almost looks disappointed at the lack of trade. Not only would it have amused her endlessly to see him try and walk in heels, she would have seriously preferred to be out of these things. She was not ruling out removing them and going around barefoot for the rest of the night. Yes. She was just that classy.]

I’ll hold you to that.

[Which should in fact be taken as a promise.]

Well I’m so glad to know that we suffer for a good cause.

[More amused than pissed at least, that smile still dancing along her lips.]

Though I would argue that my legs would look great no matter what.

[smugfox]

[He does note the disappointment and shrugs, offering a smirk as he takes the opportunity to eye her legs once more.]

I'd assume so, yes, I'm very inclined to believe that. But it'd simply be unprofessional to make an assessment of that without proper inspection.

[He looks around, then catches her eyes.]

But since we can't trade, I'd be very willing to just cover while you get rid of them.

[littledhampir]

[It takes her a moment to follow his train of thought, amusement making her eyes shine as she nods.]

Oh well, if you insist. Who am I to not back any claims I make.

[Rose offering the room no more than a cursory glance before she used him as a shield, slipping the strap from the back of one foot, then the other and bending to collect them. She visibly relaxes as she straightens, wiggling her toes against the ground.

Rose might be able to pull off the formal look, but she clearly not at home with it.]

Like I said. [Lips twitching.] No matter what.

[smugfox]

[He gladly covers her, turning to see whether anyone watches and glancing back over his shoulder every now and then, to see whether she is done yet.

Once she is, he does turn back around and takes a step back, making a show of slowly letting his gaze travel up her legs before nodding appreciatively.]

You definitely weren't promising too much. In fact, they might even look better now, since you're looking less as if you might use your shoes as weapons against yourself or others.

[littledhampir]

[Aware of his eyes on her, she makes a slight show of displaying her legs for him, free hand waving as if to present them before relaxing once more.]

Oh, I haven't ruled that out just yet. [The shoes as a weapon that is.] I'm just waiting for my chance. I figure I'll use them to claw my way out of the sea of formal-wear.

[Explaining now, as if it weren't perfectly obvious already.]

I'm more of a, jeans and sneakers kind of person. I'm Rose, by the way. And you are... [Trying to recall.] Rey-nard?

sorry for the wait, stress and sickness struck me down!

[smugfox]

Now that I won't want to miss. Do tell if you want someone to fight by your side, I'll grab a serving platter and see what I can do.

I'm more of a whatever fits and can get taken off fast kind of person. Rose, I remember. Forgot your last name, I'm afraid, dear sir.

[A grin and then he just gives a nod.]

Reynard, yes. Though Rey and other variations have an equally low chance of me actually listening. And no last name to remember.

Oh hon no sorry needed at all <3 Hope all is better your end

[littledhampir]

[Rose's smile widens, showing all her teeth as laughter shakes her shoulders.]

We can use those little bite size food thingies as projectile weapons.

Reynard it is then. And it's Hathaway, which to be honest is about the only thing I do remember.

[Veilnesia humor, or a weak attempt at it.]

yes, much better now!

[smugfox]

Oh, yes. Especially the quiches. I tried them, they're almost hard enough to make one lose ones fangs, they should definitely keep our enemies at bay.

[His eyes narrow for a moment, a new interest showing in them.]

So you're one of our visitors? Excuse my curiosity, I haven't met many of you yet.

Good <3

[littledhampir]

[Rose stiffens, eyes narrowing, about to accuse Reynard of being something she knew a little too well but stopped herself before said accusation could pass her lips, the lack of nausea assuring her that the use of the word fangs was not the one she was familiar with.

It was that second guessing herself that allowed him the opportunity to ask her question, a little of the tension easing from her shoulders as she nodded, a smile, albeit a little forced, back in place.]

I wish I could share some interesting stories but I really don't remember much.

[Hers was one of the more severe cases.]

You know how you wake up from a dream and no matter how hard you try to remember it, you're just left with impressions but no real details?

[She shrugged.] It's like that.

[She can't however let his earlier statement go and she had to ask.]

When you say... fangs. Is that like a local term for your pointy teeth or... [Letting her voice trail off so he could maybe fill in the gaps.]

[smugfox]

Stop me if it ever bothers you, but I find the whole thing fascinating. I'd like to know all about what you do remember.

[He pauses and arches his eyebrows.]

Fangs? Don't know about local.

[Reynard runs the tip of his tongue over his canines, indeed closer to fangs than teeth. He isn't in the habit of giving his nature away to people unless it just so happens or serves a purpose. Being able to shapeshift with other not knowing could come in very handy at times, after all.]

It's just a good word to describe teeth like that, I reckon.