knightsoflegend | feast & after-party ♔ empty my heart | i've got to make room for this feeling

♬ Can't Take It In - Imogen Heap

WHO || Wynn, the new Squires, any and all Knights
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Feast & Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Dining Hall & Ballroom
WHEN || February 9th, 2012, 7:00PM / 9:00 PM
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

While every dinner served in the Knights' exceptionally large Dining Hall manages to have a sense of occasion, given the sheer quantity of food necessary to serve the hundreds who take their meals there, the 'feast' Wynn's ordered for after this squiring party outdoes the norm. It's not a problem to produce so much food at the drop of the hat when mages can magically summon up entire banquets, and so the room teems over with the smells and spices of hundreds of unique dishes. Centerpieces built with peacock feathers and sweet smelling flowers dot the table at intervals. A silver cage in the very middle of the table includes several live birds, their feet and tufts each appearing to be silver as well. A banner hangs from the top of the cage, with the Knight's symbol of a black dragon on a silver field.

The food has a distinctly medieval flair to it today, which several of the older Shadowkind Knights express their boisterous appreciation for as they dive in. The first course consists of a civet of hare, a quarter of salted stag, a stuffed chicken and a loin of veal, the latter two covered with a German sauce with gilt sugar-plums and pomegranate seeds. At each end of the table is an enormous pie, surmounted with smaller pies, which form a crown. The crust of the large ones is silvered all round and gilt at the top; each contains a whole roe-deer, a gosling, three capons, six chickens, ten pigeons, and one young rabbit. Serving as seasoning or stuffing, a minced loin of veal, two pounds of fat, and twenty-six hard-boiled eggs, covered with saffron and flavoured with cloves.

A second course follows: aroe-deer, a pig, a sturgeon cooked in parsley and vinegar, and covered with powdered ginger; a kid, two goslings, twelve chickens, as many pigeons, six young rabbits, two herons, a leveret, a fat capon stuffed, four chickens covered with yolks of eggs and sprinkled with spiced powder de Duc, and even a wild boar.

Next came wafers and stars; a jelly, part white and part blue. A fourth course of cream with Duc powder, covered with fennel seeds preserved in sugar; a white cream, cheese in slices, and strawberries; and, lastly, plums stewed in rose-water.

Besides these four courses, there's a fifth, entirely composed of wines, and of preserves, which consist of fruits and various sweet pastries in the shapes of dragons.

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Following this, assuming anyone is still capable of moving at all is the after-party: a black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Per usual, a couple hours are provided following the feast 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 none of you are shy. They're all here to meet you.

All open feast threads should be made under the FEAST heading below. Any other threads below will be for the after-party. Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

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[That last part Katniss understands, and she nods.]

That feels familiar, like I'm guilty of doing the same thing at some point.

[She ponders on it for a few moments, trying to remember, and eventually her shoulders slump and she stares down at her hands that are resting in her lap.]

It's most likely because of him that the feast is happening.

[Francesca observes Christos as he explains things to Katniss in terms she apparently understands, a small smile playing on her lips. She doesn't notice Katniss' ponderings as now she is distracted. She does, however, hear her last statement, and turns her attention to the girl, giving her a nod.] Arthur, yes. [She can't bring herself to call him King Arthur.] It's definitely because of his arrival.

Wynn's smart enough to realize... [He stops himself] Perhaps he simply wants this Arthur to think he's been fooled.

He's not any better than I am.

[Yes, she's brooding over this, okay. It's a touchy subject for her. So she slouches far down in her chair, looking more displeased with life.]

King or not, he doesn't deserve his own feast.

Precisely. [Somehow Katniss' statement makes her feel much more justified in her ~~jealous~~ indignation. She does feel bad that the girl is stuck in the middle of this, though. It is her squiring party as well B|]

No one deserves this level of extravagance. [Still, he downs his pricey tasting wine with no complaint] Magic or not, King or not. It's foolish.

This isn't going to do anything to help his arrogance.

[Because from their brief meeting, Katniss has entirely decided that he's arrogant and needs to be knocked down several pegs so he can properly mingle with the common people like her.

Not that she wants to mingle with him, she just prefers to not have to treat him like a king.]

But his fans probably don't care how big of an ego he ends up with.

[She's turning her head to glance at you now, Wynn.]

I'd like to think he would care, but you're probably right. It's probably more a case of him believing he deserves his over-sized ego.

For all the efforts Wynn's made in the past to humble those who are in need of it, you'd think he'd make more of an effort.

Or perhaps this is his idea of reverse psychology.

It's a terrible idea.

[She's quick to decide that, and finds herself scowling so hard that her face quickly becomes sore.]

The sooner this is over, the better.

[Well, Francesca thought she was bitter about all this, but apparently she didn't know what bitter was. She cast a disapproving glance towards Christos, finding she's upset that he would provoke the girl so. Maybe they're too much alike to be good for either one of them.]

Well, it's just one night. There'll be plenty of other chances to make him humble himself.

I suppose. I imagine we'll see how he fares in the field.

Maybe he'll die right away.

[This is said so flatly and bluntly that it's almost comical. Except no one here is laughing. Especially not Katniss :|]

[No, it's definitely comical, deadpan and all. And Francesca tries so hard to restrain herself, but a small snicker still manages to escape.

She just gives Christos a knowing grin, with a little pride to mirror his own. She just can't believe he found one just like him.]

That seems a boring alternative. His untimely death would only leave us to be expected to mourn his memory for the rest of our lives. And we would never have the chance to see him not live up to all this fame. [She motions to the grand feast before them.]

[... ok, good point] I suppose the last thing we need around here is a historical martyr, yes.

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