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]

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.]

[daredtobelieve]

You might, but something tells me you wouldn't be here dancing with me at all if you did.

[nothingsodivine]

You never know. I might like the allure of danger. Or a good cat fight.

[He smirks.] Or they're not the jealous type, and they know sometimes I feel like getting back to my roots.

[Not that... the deep south was ever his true roots, but for those who don't get to know how old he really is, that's all that matters.] It's a little different when you're not maneuvering around a hoop skirt.

[daredtobelieve]

You're right. I wouldn't know. So why don't you tell me something true rather than speaking all these hypotheticals and possibilities.

[nothingsodivine]

Don't go in for the easy requests or anything. [RESPECT HIS OBSCURITY AND CONSTANT NEED TO LIE, HELEN.

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and thinks about it.] I'm a detective. I am actually seeing someone, but believe me that someone would find this amusing, so that's something you don't have to worry about. And I wasn't yanking your chain about the hoopskirt thing. Antebellum south was a decent time for waltzing, but the fashion... eesh. My heart still bleeds. [He cants his head.] There. Less obscure.

[daredtobelieve]

[His personal life isn't really her top concern. He's just happy to hear that she won't have death threats in the morning for whisking him about the dance floor. What is interesting is the admission about hoop skirts and times long gone.]

Seeing as that was well over a century ago, I imagine you've got quite a few stories. And we may have more in common than I first realized.

[nothingsodivine]

I have a lot in common with most Shadowkind who've been around long enough to be jaded. [He assumes she's Shadowkind. There aren't any humans like him, as far as he knows.]

[daredtobelieve]

Shadowkind in that I journeyed through the Veil roughly 40 years ago. But I can assure you that I am very human.

[nothingsodivine]

[He misses a step and has to stop, lest he trip over his own feet.] Excuse me?

[daredtobelieve]

[She looks terribly amused.]

Oh I see that's grabbed your attention.

[nothingsodivine]

Most humans don't live for centuries. It's kind of a thing.

[A thing he thought he was alone with.]

[daredtobelieve]

And I'm the first you've met, I take it. I'll admit, it's the same for me.

[But she takes it in stride, though she is very curious.]

Pardon the intrusion but- did something happen to you, or have you always been this way?

[nothingsodivine]

[He swallows and looks away.] Something happened, all right. Not that I can really remember it being any different.

[daredtobelieve]

[Its more than obvious that its not a story he would feel like sharing. So she'll start with her own tale and see if that makes him any more comfortable.]

I studied at Oxford as a girl. It was long before they actually let women attend, mind you. I was eager to prove myself, so I made it my business to continue my father's work, delving into genetic abnormalities, specifically those that manifested in abilities- though we did also have a great interest in locating entirely new species as well.

[Realizing that she's getting off topic, she gives an embarrassed smile.]

We came upon a sample of blood from an ancient powerful race, long dead. From that sample we derived a serum and a very risky experiment produced extraordinary results. That was some 200 years ago, give or take.

[nothingsodivine]

You did it to yourself.

[quietly. a bit measured.]

[daredtobelieve]

We had no way of knowing what would happen. Each of the five of us developed a gift, presumably something latent in our genetic make up. It took some time for mine to become clear, as the simple act of carrying on isn't all that obvious at first.

[nothingsodivine]

So you just don't... age.

[he sounds somewhat relieved by that.]

[daredtobelieve]

[well that's an interesting reaction]

Sounds less impressive when you put it like that.

[a tiny smile remains]

[nothingsodivine]

Well, it could be a lot worse.

[he digs in the pocket of his jacket and produces a pocketknife. He glances around as if he's making sure no one's paying attention and then presses the blade into his open palm.] Wait for it. Annnnd... [he flashes her the palm a few seconds later, stained with fresh blood, but otherwise completely healed.] You don't age? I can't die.

[daredtobelieve]

[To her credit, Helen doesn't gasp or react strongly at all. She peers at his hand, eyes moving from there to his face, searching.]

I gather from your reaction to my story that this was something inflicted on you. My god, how long have you carried on like this?

[nothingsodivine]

[The good news about not wearing formalwear is you can wipe off the blood on the inside of your shirt and no one cares.]

Longer than a few centuries. Believe me, I can't imagine anyone choosing this.

[daredtobelieve]

Not unless they had no idea what they were asking for. [Even with her much shorter time alive, Helen knows the burden that comes with indefinitely extending your life. She finds that her experiences help people feel as thought they can talk to her, so she remains more open about her life. It's unnerving to some, but it's how she operates best, while helping others.]

I buried my daughter. It was before the Veil, but... People don't think about what a life like this really means. Living forever only carries you so far when you have no one to share it with, when you can't help but constantly see the clock counting down for everyone but you.

[nothingsodivine]

The Shadowkind'll laugh at you if you say that. [He smirks without looking up.] Not that they know what it's like. And if you get my age, you're less of an anomaly and more of a freak, as far as they're concerned. No one likes being called a kid by a human.

[daredtobelieve]

Most of them know better than to laugh at me. I know them well enough by name, species, and culture to know how to speak to them. But you and I aren't the same as their lot. And it's only within the last few decades that I knew anything about Shadowkind at all.

There is a difference in being born into an extended lifespan. You know what to expect. It becomes your norm. I only came through the Veil a few decades past. Before that, I spent more than a century living in a very human world.

[nothingsodivine]

I've only lived in this one.

[He doesn't know which of them that sucks more for- the fish out of water or the guy who has seen it all and still can't get his head around it.]

But I don't remember what it's like to not be this way.