after-party ♔

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask! this is before failboat left for chicago)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || June 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

[isisagent]

Hah! Yeah... Whatever you say, guy, I'm not that drunk yet.

Listen here - Famous people don't wind up drinking at shitholes like this -
Isn't that right, Susan? [He shouts at the poor waitress named Sarah, who is picking up broken glass at his feet]

Unless you're like... one of those washed-up child actors?

[65]

[how weirdly accurate. and yet, so inaccurate ... ]

Let me clarify. I'm not actually famous — it's an undercover sort of thing.

In any case, you're my squire. I'm the one you go to with any questions or concerns about what happens here.

[isisagent]

interesting

Undercover operations, you say... I'm ISIS's top black-ops field agent.

If you want to borrow my Chekhov gun, just let me know.

[65]

ISIS? I'm not familiar.

[isisagent]

Well, they are a secret organization after all. Which of course means, you definitely should have heard of them. You live under a rock?

The International Secret Intelligence Service.

[65]

The fact that I haven't just means that they're doing a very good job, I suppose.

Anyway, I don't need your gun, and it doesn't really matter either way since you're with us now. I'm sure there will be several missions that are right up your alley.

[isisagent]

Or, it means I'm from another world, and there is no ISIS here.

Because trust me, you would have heard of me, if this was my world. I mean, I'm Sterling Archer, after all.

Heh, anyway... [He digs into his pants, pulling the cutest little gun out of his underwear. A little bead of sweat rolls down it] You're sure you don't need to borrow the Chekhov? You guys don't have any stocked in the armory... these things should be standard issue. Worth their weight in gold when you need them.

[65]

I figured. Don't worry, I was popular in my homeworld, too. The loss of notoriety isn't that bad once you get used to it.

[and then he just sort of stares at archer while maintaining his mother teresa-like grace and patience.]

If it's the only one of its kind here, I'd hate to take it from you.

[isisagent]

You had your chance.

[Seeming satisfied, he crams the tiny pistola back into his crotch]

So, explain this whole... squire deal to me.

[65]

I'm not really sure what there is to explain.

[no really, he isn't sure bc he had a deadbeat mentor.]

[isisagent]

[Archer just kind of stares at him...]

Well then... How's about we order up a few Green Russians, and some call girls, and get this party started?

[65]

[this is going to be an adventure isn't it ...]

I've never had a Green Russian.

[isisagent]

Implying you have had some call-girls, eh?

[Archer nudges him with his elbow, and grins, then calls to the poor barmaid.]

Hey - Susan! [Her name is still Sarah, Archer.] Four Green Russians - Absinthe, Vodka, Creme de Menthe, and milk. Don't screw it up!

[65]

[HE USED TO BE A CALL GIRL BASICALLY SO THIS COMMENT WENT OVER POORLY. but they just met, so this is archer's freebie. next time he will intimidate the fuck out of him.]

I'm guessing you like to drink?

[isisagent]

[Finnick? Intimidate Archer?? Thanks, "Freddie Foreshadowing."]

I'd say that's a contender for understatement of the century. Yourself?

[65]

I'm something of a social drinker. I don't hate it, but I've seen too much of what alcoholism can do to become too attached.