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]

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.]

[faeconman]

So it's a symbolic gesture?

[ He's smiling right back at her, a bit of that edge he has to him showing in the somewhat mischievous glint in his eyes. ]

[bittersweeter]

More like a head start.

[faeconman]

I'm intrigued and a little confused.

[bittersweeter]

The time it takes to get a glove off, is the time they have to run away. Otherwise... [She shrugs. Otherwise: nightmares, sleepwalking, pain.]

[faeconman]

[ Oh, that makes him laugh. Genuinely and rather loudly. ]

I think I like you.

[ He shouldn't, of course, but that's another matter. ]

[bittersweeter]

I'm likable.

[LIES.]

[faeconman]

Undoubtedly.

I'm Robin.

[bittersweeter]

Lila.

[She holds her hand out to shake, smirking a bit.]

[faeconman]

[ He takes her hand and shakes it, smiling widely. ]

Feels a little like tempting fate. Nice to meet you, Lila.

[bittersweeter]

You too. We're on the same side now, it would probably be frowned upon to drop you like a screaming toddler with night terrors.

[Not to mention, she doesn't want to deal with the blowback. She already barely sleeps. But sure, it's mostly out of solidarity.]

[faeconman]

Probably.

[ Besides, he doesn't really need any help in that area, he's pretty well covered in the nightmare department. ]

If nothing else it'd probably ruin the festive mood a little.

[bittersweeter]

And I might get grounded.

[She affects a pouty face.

She could actually help him with his nightmare problem, if she weren't... Lila.]

[faeconman]

Sent to bed without supper for sure.

[ He wouldn't ask for help anyway so it's all right. ]

[bittersweeter]

Quelle horreur.

[faeconman]

I tremble just to think of it. We'd better both stay on our best behaviour.

[ Insert here the million jokes about Wynn putting them over his knee that he is being smart enough not to say out loud. ]

[bittersweeter]

My best behavior isn't very good.

[faeconman]

I think that's more by choice than necessity in your case, am I right?

[bittersweeter]

Mostly. Life of circumstance and all.

[faeconman]

Shit happens, as they say.