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]

[ 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.

[graveflowers]

You guess? Okay, that's cool, more for me. Gimme a famous person representaion of this fictional dudebro.

[shootfirst]

I don't know. I'm not into celebrity dudebros. They're all so full of themselves or just... faking being tough guys for a camera. Lamesauce.

[graveflowers]

Okay, I'm just gonna imagine Fabio then. Hypothetical Fabio.

[shootfirst]

Gross. Didn't you hear the no Goldilocks part of my order?

[graveflowers]

[Sorry, sorry, she has just dissolved in laughter. She can't help it, maybe its the high from her fauxmotion or maybe she just finds the stupidest shit hilarious. Even if its punintentional.]

Are you gonna get fries with that?

[shootfirst]

I think I'll settle for just the fries.

[graveflowers]

[Her giggles trail off into the longest, most considering pause. She takes less time to think about shooting people so clearly whatever she is thinking is a big fucking deal.]

Do you wanna go get some? Fries, not hot guys.

[shootfirst]

Now that I can get on board with.

[graveflowers]

You know I meant like... Right now, right? Because I am having some serious food infatuation at this exact moment. Cow bell will not cure this fever.

[shootfirst]

I would actually have been severely let down if you meant tomorrow.

[graveflowers]

Oh thank god. Or gods. I don't know anymore. Yes, lets go. Right now. Please.

[shootfirst]

I'm driving.

[graveflowers]

[Thumbs up.] I'm just moderately in love with all the blondes right now.

[shootfirst]

We're clearly the best half of the castle.

[graveflowers]

I dunno if it's half. It might just be like three. Three and a half. Three-ish.

[shootfirst]

Who's that make numbers three and a half?