after-party ♔ may

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (brazil & nevada groups will be returned! if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || May 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

[fallencrest]

[Alec knows how to dress up for the occasion, and he pulls it off beautifully. After a second embarrassing encounter with Wynn, he composes himself and finds a way to unwind a few glasses of too-weak alcohol later.

He doesn't care if this is the kind of party for dancing or not, he is young and so is the night. If anyone wants to drop the stuffier facades, they aught to come join him.

He's having his very own dance in a corner of the ballroom, and he is sorely tempted to ask someone to amp the music up a notch, because his dancing is damn fine (Perform 21)]

[witchwoman]

[Myri watches the young man curiously. She's dressed quite well for the evening (disguise 20 total), but by now she knows what Wynn expects of his Knights and plans to represent him well. Plus, she's picked up a killer wardrobe while being arm candy for an up and coming pop star undercover, so there's that.

She's danced before at squiring parties, but usually with someone else- but not quite as well as he's managing now. She finds herself smiling, though, laughing lightly- not at him, exactly, but at the circumstances.]

I take it you're enjoying yourself?

[fallencrest]

Well, the music selection could be a little better, but I work with what I have.

[He smiles, though he hasn't stopped dancing still when he holds his hand out to her.]

Would the lovely lady care to join me?

[witchwoman]

[She doesn't hesitate. In her time with the Knights, Myri has come to feel like the place is home- and even if she has never met the man offering her the chance to dance, she knows that she can trust him. Because by accepting Wynn's offer, by swearing his life and loyalty to this organization, this make him family.

Her hand slips into his and a smile lights up her face.]

Of course. [She moves fluidly, and her moves are pretty nice (dex 18). Apparently she's been picking up on some sweet moves at NOVA.]

[fallencrest]

[Now here is a lady who knows how to dance. A bright grin on his lips, he catches her hand the right way to lift it up over her head and encourage a spin because what dance with a stunning young woman is complete without one?]

You are going to put me to shame, moves like that. Where did you learn to dance?

[witchwoman]

[Myri follows his lead, spinning quickly and letting the skirt of her dress flare out slightly. She laughs as she returns to face him and continues to move.]

New Orleans, mostly. I've been on mission undercover with a recording company. With so much music around, you can't help but dance from time to time.

[fallencrest]

I didn't realize they did things like that here.

[Maybe they could put some of his talents to work, after all.]

New Orleans? Well. At least it sounds like you're finding some time to have fun with it.

[bigbad]

[Spike saunters over to him looking damn fine (disguise 16) in... a long black leather duster. Black jeans. Freshly bleached hair. But! He's got a red dress shirt on. TOTALLY NOT ALL BLACK.]

You're Alec, right?

[fallencrest]

[Even though he knows it's perfectly reasonable people here might know who he is, Alec has about fifteen seconds of his heart starting to race. It's never good when people know who he is before he knows who they are.

But he recovers quickly with a smile, taking a break from his attempts to dance to the not terribly inspiring music for this party. His tone is friendly enough as he looks Spike over. That Jacket. He wants one in beige]

That's me.

[bigbad]

Right. Good. [He holds up three fingers.] Three things. First? [He puts down one finger.] Name's Spike. Second? [He puts down another finger.] I'm a vampire, so don't get all shirty if you find out later. Third? [He puts down the third finger and drops his hand.] You're my new squire.

[fallencrest]

[Oh. Well. At least he doesn't have to go looking for him. That's a plus. Maybe he can get on alright with this guy. He doesn't seem like some kind of high-horse ethics and swords guy, dressed like that.]

Right. Okay.

[Vampire. That's cool. That's not really a problem for him. He's known ... well okay, he knew of a couple but either way it doesn't really bother him. Werewolves are a lot less predictable and a lot more brutally animalistic, in his opinion, so where would he be on judging?]

It's good to meet you, Sir Spike.

[That is going to take a lot of getting used to. Sir sounds so awkward when he says it.]

[bigbad]

Just Spike's fine. I don't go for all that formality bollocks.

[fallencrest]

That's a relief.

[He's never been so good with formality nonsense. Especially honorifics. Not for many years now.

Though now he's wondering if Spike was around to watch either of his earlier disasters. He really fucking hopes not.]

I've never been too great at remembering to use them.

In all seriousness right now, though. You have to tell me where I can get a jacket like that.

[graveflowers]

[Well. No one ever said Vi's isn't shallower than a puddle. Blame her mother, Vi likes pretty things. Oops.

Dancing, however... no. Followed by laughing. She can barely walk a straight line on a flat surface without taking someone else, dancing would be a threat to public safety.

Which is why, looking gorg with her nat 20, Vi will be standing off the to the side with her glass of... soda, watching. Shallowly.]

[fallencrest]

[She can try to just stand over there, but all that gorgeous isn't going to stay out of Alec's peripheral for long. He eventually makes his way over to her, and while he still has music in his head, much better than the stuff they're playing for sure, he takes a break to give her a smile.]

Enjoying the party?

[graveflowers]

Yeah. Wynn is kind of... totally scary, but he can throw together a decent party. You know, it's not the same as a night of drunken bacchanalian debauchery, but it's still pretty good.

[She gives her hair a toss, nonchalant, like she's well versed in this. But it's a farce, and one she's not even trying very hard at if her smile is any indication.] it's your party though, are you enjoying it?

[fallencrest]

Well. It's definitely... high class.

[He laughs as he says it and shrugs a little, smiling at her all the way to his eyes. He gives the room a glance and lowers his voice a little.]

I'll be honest, a night of drunken bacchanalian debauchery would probably be more where I would fit in. At least, I imagine the music would be a little more on the up beat.

[graveflowers]

I dunno, I think Bacchus was totally into the lyre? That's not really an upbeat thing. [She frowns thoughtfully, considering.] Although, I guess nowadays, that crap would be the equivilent of, like, techno.

Oh my god, I just had the hilarious image in my head of Wynn listening to techno. [And cue giggles.]

[fallencrest]

[Later he'll find time to be embarrassed by the snort of a laugh he just made.]

Ahahah now I can't get the image out of my head. Someone needs to get him some techno, stat.

[cabot]

[ standing not too far away from the spectacle is a refined looking man whose dark skin, pointed ears, and short white hair proclaim him instantly and recognizably as a drow - one of the very few he's seen at the castle. ]

Well. You certainly have some... energy. [ there's something clearly mocking in his little smile as he sips his champagne ]

[fallencrest]

I don't like to stand still when I can help it. Get's awful dull.

[The Drow is a pretty unfamiliar sight for Alec and he definitely spends a good few moments looking him over.]

Plenty of room if you decide you want to join me.

[Alec is grinning again and he gives a shrug, taking a pause to grab another glass off a passing try. More alcohol, more better.]

[cabot]

[ he looks surprised - and amused - at the suggestion ] No offense, but I prefer to save my best moves for when I've a lovely lady on my arm.

[fallencrest]

That's a shame. It's a lot of fun.

[He grins and shrugs, coming to a stop for a few minutes.]

I'm Alec.

[cabot]

Val'drin Cabot.

[fallencrest]

[Given the slight formality of this party, even with so many already claiming he could drop the formalities he sticks with it for first interactions until someone corrects him.]

Sir Cabot. Sure you don't want a dance?

[He gives a playful grin and a shrug]

I promise not to step on your toes.