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

[unhand]

Well, unlike me, you don't have any obvious hints as to your moniker attached to your wrist. [A beat. That's what the excuse me was about right...] Or if you do, you've yet to reach the same degree of notoriety as I have.

[nothingsodivine]

[Yeah, that excuse me was mostly rhetorical, so hold please while Des gathers all his dickishness to himself and offers a hand, because this is not real. This is not happening to him. He's gonna be a little bitch about it.] Not attached to my wrist, no. [He grins.] Pleased to meetcha. I'm the Cheshire Cat.

[just be glad I didn't roll a bluff for that, okay.]

[unhand]

I have been to Wonderland. [DUMBASS. He gives the hand a disdainful look. Des you are not as funny as you think you are.]

I suppose you've read the fictional work that tells my tale, then? [It's always the fiction readers that get all worked up about his name.] I assure you it bears very little resemblance to the truth.

[nothingsodivine]

Of course you have. [He has not stopped grinning. Possibly because he can't believe this is happening. He lays his plate down so he can grab whatever the strongest looking... champagne is.]

I can tell. You'd like shit with a perm, buddy.

[unhand]

[Hook looks blank.]

A perm? Those are... bad, I take it?

[nothingsodivine]

Well, I'd strongly advise against them, if you want advice from the guy wearing jeans to a formal event.

[unhand]

Jeans? [A beat.] Those are the blue trousers so many here seem to favor, correct?

[nothingsodivine]

You're definitely from the Shadow World, huh?

[unhand]

I've been to many worlds, but none of them were called that. Most recently before coming here, I was in the Enchanted Forest.

[nothingsodivine]

[....]

Oh yeah, love the place. It's right over in the same area as The Swamp of Sadness, right?

[unhand]

I get the feeling you don't believe me.

[Because Des has been so subtle about it....]

[nothingsodivine]

Oh, I believe you. [He was not-actually-dating the daughter of a goddess, Hook. Shit happens.] Just working my head around it.

[unhand]

I take it you're not from the Shadow World? Or any other?

[nothingsodivine]

Nope. Born and raised in this one.

[unhand]

Convenient, that. No pesky loss of memory or people thinking you're from a storybook.

[nothingsodivine]

[AH. HAH. HAH. No loss of memory. yeah sure. Granted that is a completely... different kind of memory loss. Called BEING OLD.]

Yeah, that whole veil-induced amnesia thing's a bitch, ain't it?

[unhand]

Aye. I do believe I've retained most of it, but how can I know for sure?

[He does know for sure some things he's forgotten, of course. And he knows it's big. Anything else must be rather small.]

[nothingsodivine]

You ever get deja vu?

[This question relates, he swears.]

[unhand]

[...that sure came out of nowhere.]

What?

[nothingsodivine]

You know, like you've been in this situation or place before. You feel like something relates to you, but you can't place why.

[He shoves a quiche in his mouth.] That's probably how you tell when you've forgotten something.