after-party ♔ july

[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!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || July 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

[bittersweeter]

Don't sell yourself short. You've got the right coloring. Probably not half bad under that suit either.

[spiritualdebris]

Well, if I let that show I'd be outed as being a Greek god and I'm sort of trying to keep that on the downlow.

[ Said with heavy, heavy sarcasm since he is personally of the opinion that he looks like shit. ]

[bittersweeter]

Your secret is safe with me. I'm Lila. [She holds out a gloved hand.]

[spiritualdebris]

Adonis, but I'm currently using the alias Anthony.

[ He does shake her hand, but very briefly. ]

[bittersweeter]

Well, welcome. If you ever need help with dressing yourself. [She smirks, the unspoken is fairly obvious.] Toodles Adonis, wouldn't kill you to smile.

[And off she trots.]