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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

How exactly does it work? [He couldn't help but to be curious, and the more he knew about her strange ability the better he would be able to defend himself against it. Always on the top of his priorities.]

I'm afraid it's somewhat hard to explain to someone who can't experience it. It has to do with unlocking the potential of my own mind, you could say. It required a lot of training to be able to do it on command.

So you can read anybody's mind then? Is there any defense to that?

...Did you just read my mind?

There are, but they would take training from another telepath.

And you'll have to forgive me. Your thoughts were a little on the loud side.

[He looks at her a moment, gauging what she's said. Without proper training he couldn't block someone from reading his mind. That didn't sit well with him.

He shrugs uncomfortably, not sure how to make his thoughts less loud than they always were. He'd hardly ever felt the need to hold his tongue with anybody, much less reign in his thoughts.]

Nothing to forgive. Guess I'm just not used to having to keep my thoughts to myself. At all.

I am curious though. What did you see?

Just bits and pieces. Images. Not enough to give me much of a story, so if you ever feel like filling in the gaps... [She lets that hang there and shakes her head] People's thoughts don't always tell you as much about them as you'd imagine. A lot of people bury the important things.

Probably not the best idea, filling in those gaps. Not unless you want your hair curled more than it already is.

But you were right. You do kinda remind me of someone.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Hmm. [He rumbles out a breath, chugging down the rest of his wine and putting the cup on the table not too far from the doorway.

Now is one of those awkward moments when Riddick has no idea how to be a social creature. He doesn't make small talk and he doesn't ask questions to be nice, only to satisfy his curiosity.]

Is it hard to control?

[He seems much more at ease talking about this now, having come to the conclusion there was nothing he could do about it at the moment. He was usually always an open book anyways, this just made things easier on himself.]

[She considers the question, since it's not a straightforward one, really] Yes and no. Our minds aren't just finely tuned machinery, after all. Our brains might be, but the mind itself is something more than that. Harder to control and understand, and mired with our unconscious and subconscious thoughts as well. It takes a great deal of... focus.

[He nods slightly at her explanation. It made sense to him, though with having never heard of a telepath before it was still a bit odd to him that he was having a conversation so casually with one. He was always good at rolling with the punches.]

It probably comes in handy as fuck in certain situations. That would certainly be interesting to see in action. [It's half question, half invitation. He isn't afraid for her to try it on him, yet at the same time... he has never felt near so vulnerable as the thought of her in his head makes him feel.]

You have no idea. [She really enjoys just letting him wonder all too much.] But it also requires a great amount of self discipline. I try not to use it unless I must.

[He shrugs his shoulder, crossing his arms once more.]

Fair enough I guess. I suppose I'll have to try and catch you when you're at it sometime, when you must. [He gives her a tiny smirk, his eyes challenging.]

In that case, I'll be happy to show off.

[She smirks and moves towards the hallway] Until then.

[He nods to her as she goes, deciding it was time enough for him to leave now too, so he exits and goes another way back to his room.]

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