knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ may

♬ 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.

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Yeah, I know.

[She's already taking his arm and starting to pull him away. Because she's not going to give him time to try and make excuses. Time to get cleaned up!]

I hope this isn't something you do often?

Define "often."

[Hey, at least he was being honest about his poor life choices. Even if she couldn't remember, and he could have easily lied about it.]

Well, there's having a drink in order to relax and have a good time, and then there's this.

[She motions to his disheveled appearance.]

Which, frankly, shouldn't happen more than once in a blue moon.

Right.

[Because being mothered by the very girl he had come here to look out for wasn't making it sting any worse or anything.]

It's usually more of a happy medium.

[Well, happy was not exactly the right word choice but whatever. He could usually handle his habit--or at least keep the worst of it from the public eye.

And hey, look, they're back where this whole nightmare began--the men's dressing room.]

You know, I'm fine. Really. You should go enjoy the party.

[She studies him for a moment, trying to assess the validity of that statement (sense motive 19), before she accepts it as truth, or at least near enough to the truth.]

Absolutely not.

[They're already in here anyway, and she feels obligated to make sure he gets cleaned up.]

This won't take long. [She starts looking through the racks, trying to find something that might be his size.] And then we can both go back to the party.

[That stubborn streak of hers was what worried him most--especially when she put herself on the line trying to help everyone else.

He watches her as she looks for a suit that would be more appropriate and, you know, actually matched. It's probably not a good idea to stare sadly at people, Ric.]

[She pulls one off the rack, turning around with it and holding it up to try and guesstimate the fit, her expression thoughtful.]

What do you think about this one, Ric?

[It doesn't occur to her immediately that she just...said his name without thinking about it.

One thing at a time.]

[It may not have pinged her, but even in his fading alcohol-induced buzz, Alaric is immediately aware of the fact that he hadn't given her his name. He's not sure what he feels in response to the idea that she might remember him on some level. Sadness for her? Hopefulness for himself?

What he does know is that he isn't about to draw attention to the fact that she'd just called him "Ric." Hi, thanks for cleaning me up. By the way, I was your teacher and I sort of looked out for you before we both wound up here. Not the type of thing he planned to just dump in her lap.]

Sure. That one works.

[She'd love to know those things, but given what she's heard about the Veil, she just assumes he knows as much as she does. And while she has the growing sense that he's important, she just wants to enjoy it.]

Here.

[She walks over with it, handing it to him before she turns around to give him privacy and let him put it on.]

I'll try to fix your hair when you're done changing.

[Because it's a mess, dude.]

Edited 2013-05-20 01:55 (UTC)

[He wasn't sure what made this more awkward--the fact that she couldn't remember anything, the fact that he did, or the fact that it felt like nothing at all had changed between them.

Fortunately, he doesn't dwell, and as soon as he's changed he clears his throat briefly to let her know that he's decent again. Apart from the hair, he's already looking like a huge improvement (disguise 15).]

How's it look?

[At the sound of his forced 'cough,' she turns around to look, her expression surprised and approving all at once.]

Much better.

[She points to the chair.]

Alright. Sit. [She holds out her hand, too.] And your flask, if you have one on you.

[She'll be confiscating it, thankyouverymuch.]

I'm not sure whether to be thankful or insulted.

[But after the spectacle he'd made of himself ... it's probably the former. Which is why he hands over the flask that he happens to have on him without putting up a fight. Hey, it was still full ok. He's not that far gone.

Once he's handed it over, he takes a seat in the indicated chair.]

[She just smiles sympathetically, but she's going to take it anyway.]

Hey, you brought this on yourself. Don't worry, I won't keep it...forever.

[Depending on what it is, she might...drink some of it. Oops.

She grabs a comb and wets it in the sink before brushing through his hair, trying to get it to sit right again, which she manages to do very, very well. (disguise 17)]

[He's 90% sure it's bourbon, so she should probably sip slowly.

Alaric is a pretty good Barbie Doll for her. He doesn't put up a fuss and lets her do her thang, anyway. When she's finished, he gives himself a once over in the mirror.]

Not half bad. Maybe you should re-consider this whole knighthood thing and look into beauty school or something.

[Shh he had to try ok. He already knew she wouldn't take the bait.]

[Her eyebrows raise skeptically.]

Oh yeah? On whose dime?

[The upturn of one of the corners of her mouth indicate that he didn't have a chance in Hell.]

There. All done.

[She lays the comb down and admires her handiwork for a moment.]

See, I knew you'd clean up well. Feel better?

[Point taken, but it was still worth a shot.]

You mean now that I'm not a walking punchline?

[No need to beat around the bush with him. He's sober enough now to realize how bad it was.]

Yeah. I do. [A beat.] Thank you.

[The look on her face says that's exactly what she means.]

You're welcome.

[She offers her arm to him, one eyebrow raised.]

Would you like to escort me back out?

As long as you don't mind being escorted by a sloppy drunk who happens to have made the worst first impression imaginable on just about everyone else out there, I'd be honored.

Hey, you don't look sloppy.

[Anymore.]

Come on. Time to make your second first impression.

[She'll get no more arguments from him. ~~He's not dumb enough to argue with her over something like this ok. She's way too stubborn.~~ He slips his arm through hers and they head back out into the sunset~ ... or ballroom w/e same shit.]

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