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

[shootfirst]

The former.

[ she picks up another cupcake with a sulky air and picks at the wrapping ] Because all that mushy romance crap is about as supremely overrated as it gets. And turns normal sane people into schmoopy... doe-eyed idiots.

And because men are about sixty different shades of moron. No matter how stupidly handsome or chiseled their stupid man faces are.

[graveflowers]

Oh, how presumptuous. Maybe I was talking about dating Felicity, who by the way, is not a man. Huh? Y'ever think of that?

Not to mention the fact that I am already a moron so I don't think love has made me any stupider.

[She looks at Kat shrewdly.] Is there a particular handsome chiseled face you're hating on at the mo'?

[shootfirst]

What? No! No way, Jose. Why would you ever even think that? Ugh.

[graveflowers]

Hey I'm not saying anything bad, I am just feeling some excessive man hate when we're surrounded by dudes that aren't all douchefaucets so, you know, one would think you'd be less hatey.

[shootfirst]

I think I am exactly hatey enough. Who are you thinking about as non-douchefaucet material?

[graveflowers]

In general or my future husband? 'cause that would be two whole different lists.

[shootfirst]

Let's go with the one whose wedding you're planning.

[graveflowers]

[She almost says no, she only told Felicity is the vaguest way and in such a flippant manner it sort of didn't count. But she is Kat's squire and Kat was right, they hadn't gotten to know each other so she might as well throw it all out there. Her nose wrinkles slightly though, as if she really doesn't want to admit it out loud.

So she points instead, after looking around slightly (Spot 16, she totally knew where he was, the stalker.)] Uh, it'd be that one. And, for the record, I had no choice in the matter.

[shootfirst]

The elf? [ oops that was a little loud, wasn't it ] Isn't he like... way old?

[graveflowers]

Yup. Hense the not having a choice part.

[shootfirst]

There's always a choice. We're strong twenty-first century women. We don't have to get all weak-kneed and fainting-couch-bound unless we damn well want to.

[graveflowers]

Oh hey now, do I look fainty? I killed a Thingy with a train and single handedly healed an entire forest of dryads and I have yet to pass out in his presence, I mean there was one time it was borderline with the claws and the blood and the ow, but totally retained consciousness. It sucks because I could have picked someone slightly less unattainable, but I have totally maintained my supreme badassery regardless. And I haven't punched Archer in the face yet or tried to jump the elf, so my self-control is, like, off the charts. Yeah, yeah. And there is your glowing recommendation from me.

[shootfirst]

For the record, I wasn't trying to rag on your badass. I just... don't get the couple-y instincts, I guess. It always ends badly.

[graveflowers]

Not always. My parents've been together for...ever. And that started with a kidnapping so... most people have one-upped them already.

[shootfirst]

Yeah but those are a fluke of nature. One in a million. I mean it's not really worth playing the odds considering the alternative.

[graveflowers]

I don't know. I think its worth it. [And she is totally looking at Luthir when she says it, aww.] And I have had my heart broken, by a cupid of all people, so I have some personal knowledge.

[She shrugs.] But its not for everybody. I would have agreed with you actually, if not for his stupid face.

[shootfirst]

[ luthir remains fully oblivious, engaged half in conversation with the dark elf, val'drin. kat watches them with a deep frown. ]

Not really my type.

[graveflowers]

[Oh goody she can stare!] Well, my type was pretty much pretty and breathing, wasn't hard to fill. Do you have a type? Not that I'm gonna try to set you up, that's weird, just curious considering.

[shootfirst]

Considering what? I'm anti-romance, not dead.

[graveflowers]

Okay then the question stands sans considering: go!

[shootfirst]

Well, you'd have to go on the polar opposite end of the spectrum from elf boy. Try the tall and dark variety. Less with the hairdos that look like they're trying to be my twin.

And elves are too scrawny. I mean they've got all those muscles under there, but what's the point if you can't even see 'em?

[graveflowers]

Tall, dark, buff, super duper gorgeous... Sounds pretty. See, I don't think he's that scrawny but. [She looks down at her too tiny frame.] Comparitively everyone is buff.

[shootfirst]

This is all just very on the hypothetical scale of things, you understand.

[graveflowers]

Oh yeah. [Gasp!] David Beckham. Tall, dark, actual rippling pectorals, quite possibly the most gorgeous man on the entire planet. Boom.

[shootfirst]

He's okay. I guess.