after-party ♔ april

[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 || April 1st, 2014, 6:00PM [backdated]
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

[nothingsodivine]

I don't work for the Knights. [He doesn't even bother to be delicate about saying that around a mouthful of the aforementioned quiche. He swallows.] Wynn just has a crush on me.

[daredtobelieve]

Does he now? [That's just terribly amusing.] And I take it you're the sort to play hard to get?

[nothingsodivine]

You have no idea. [He grins.] He wants me to join up, I tell 'em no. We've been dancing this tango for a long time, and his steps are still lousy.

[daredtobelieve]

Oh, I don't know. If you like the song, he's an excellent dancer. [She nibbles lightly on an appetizer.]

But when you've been at it as long as I have, the steps come easier.

[nothingsodivine]

Ohhh, so I'm the lousy dancer? [He smirks around his fork.]

[daredtobelieve]

Never said that. I'd prefer to find out for myself before I make any judgments.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, Peaches, then tonight's your lucky night. [He lays his plate down and holds out a hand.] Judge away.

[daredtobelieve]

[For a brief second, she just regards him with a lifted eyebrow. But in the next moment, she places her hand in his and sets her own plate down.]

Helen. [She says, stepping closer before taking the initiative to start to lead them towards the dance floor.] My name is Helen.

[nothingsodivine]

Desmond Descant. [He shrugs.] Most people call me Des. [Only Wynn gets to call him Desmond and live. He gives a flamboyant, old-fashioned bow and starts into an equally old-fashioned waltz. (dance 16)] Bear with me. It's been awhile.

[Obviously. It's not exactly a dance that wouldn't be out of place in a ballroom of the Old South. Des wasn't kidding when he said he didn't dance, because when he does it's this... Or, you know, a decent foxtrot.]

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen knows the waltz like the back of her hand, and she keeps in time with him just fine (dance 16).]

Haven't found much occasion to dance lately? I'm glad to have inspired you.

[nothingsodivine]

Just that I can't keep up with these crazy kids these days. More of a "slow dance to Patsy Cline" kinda Joe. [He shrugs.] But yeah, it hasn't exactly been a banner year.

[daredtobelieve]

I'm sorry to hear that. [And she sounds incredibly sincere about it. There's sort of an unspoken offer to listen, but she won't actually ask since they are still strangers.] If it's any consolation, I take back anything I might have said about your dancing. I just hope I don't end up making Wynn jealous.

[nothingsodivine]

You know, I was joking about the Wynn thing, right? My sarcastic voice sounds like my normal voice.

[He has to say that, because if not, the entire castle will not shut up about him and Wynn. MAYBE HE SHOULD NOT HELP PERPETUATE THE GAY AGENDA.]

I can never tell when people see right through me or honestly believe half the crap I say.

[daredtobelieve]

[That draws a laugh from her.]

Perhaps I've seen too much in my time- or simply carried the metaphor too far. No, Mr. Descant, I don't really think that you and Wynn are caught in some game of cat and mouse. Not of that sort, anyway. I can see why he might want you to join the knighthood, though. You seem like you'd fit in rather nicely.

[nothingsodivine]

In your defense, I'm really good at bullshitting. [He raises his eyebrows.] No offense, but you guys aren't really my crowd.

[daredtobelieve]

And what sort of crowd is that?

[nothingsodivine]

The honorable, jump-into-any-danger-regardless-of-whether-or-not-you-might-have-a-personal-investment crowd. Hero-types.

[daredtobelieve]

Ahh.. I see. And none of that would describe you, I take it?

[She already doesn't buy that, for the record.]

[nothingsodivine]

I tend to need a personal investment in something before I'll do anything. That or a nice paycheck. In Wynn's case, I got both.

[daredtobelieve]

Well, it's certainly not my place to disagree. It is a shame that you won't be sticking around.

[She just assumes you will be heading out soon.]

[nothingsodivine]

Given the rate this case has been going, I'll probably be stuck here for two years.

[daredtobelieve]

Well you don't have to seem so thrilled about it.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, I haven't completely hated the company of members of... Wynn's castle of misfit toys, I guess. Except Archer.

[daredtobelieve]

Careful Mr. Descant- or it may seem like you're trying a bit too hard not to like us. [She gives him a look that reads 'I'm on to you.' Even if she's wrong, Helen tends to trust her gut.] I for one haven't had a proper dance in quite some time, so I'll be happy to call on you while you're here, now that I know you're more than capable.

['Some time' is a handful of decades. She's been in this world for about forty years and remembers the greater part of the 150 she lived before that. Helen doesn't open with her extended lifespan, but she doesn't hide it either. With so many supernatural races, it's hardly uncommon. The only thing that makes her unique is the fact that she remains completely human otherwise.]

[nothingsodivine]

Careful making offers like that of strangers, peaches. I might have a jealous lover.

[He raises an eyebrow, smirking in a way that's more teasing than anything.]