knightsoflegend | after-party ♔

♬ 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[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.]

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.

[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.]

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.

after-party ♔

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

yes, much better now!

Good <3

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