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

[meta]

On a tropical island vacation. You should be jealous. Do I look tanned?

[It's really hard to tell when he's.... wearing a mask.]

[bluffcheck]

You should have sent word! I would have sailed down to get your sorry ass! Hasn't been nearly as fun without you.

[meta]

Well gee, maybe if you ever checked twitter!

[bluffcheck]

Sorry, what?

[meta]

You know, those blue carrier pigeons I threw into the air?

Some of 'em might've been dead....

Maybe the berries I made the dye from were poisonous...

Or them not struggling anymore didn't mean they were ready.

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster doesn't understand half of that, but that's part of what their friendship was forged on.]

No matter- you're back now, and that's something worth celebrating. [He grabs two drinks from a nearby tray and hands one to the other man.]

A toast! To the craziest bastard I've ever met!

[meta]

[Aw, yeah, booze. He raises his glass to Thoster's.]

You know "Wilson" spelled backwards is "Snow"?

[bluffcheck]

...What?

[That... doesn't make any sense to him.]

Did you hit your head out there on that island?

[meta]

Frequently. I got bored easily.

[bluffcheck]

Seems you shook more than a few coconuts loose!

[meta]

Of course I did. I had to eat something, and it wasn't gonna be Mo!

[bluffcheck]

Sure... of course. [Thoster chuckles into his drink.]

So you back? Missions and all?

[meta]

Yep! Even managed to get the seaweed out of my underoos.

[bluffcheck]

Glad to hear that. [Even if he has no idea what an underoo is. He can guess.] Still got those lovely little bombs of yours?

[meta]

Sure!

[IN FACT.... he pulls one out of one of the pouches on his belt.]

...do you hear ticking?

[bluffcheck]

Think it's coming from your hand, friend. Might want to do something about that.

[meta]

[Deadpool hurls it at the thankfully desserted (get it) cake cart. Which explodes, covering everyone nearby in various desserts and possibly some cart debris. O o p s. DIDN'T EVERYONE MISS HIM SO MUCH?]

[bluffcheck]

[brb Thoster is DYING of laughter over here. He missed you, bro. A lot.]