after-party ♔ june

[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 || June 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

[killmypatience]

[She raises an eyebrow a bit at that.]

All that talk, and you're going to leave me hanging?

[killmypatience]

[Kate's been living in this world for a year at least. She's gotten used to being not at all welcome.]

Having a place like this is good. Especially a place that can make us feel useful.

[generaldavideus]

[David nods in agreement.]

Definitely. Just let me know when and where.

[Provided he's not, you know, chasing one of the squires in his protection through Russia.]

[generaldavideus]

[He nods in agreement.]

It is. But as far as I know, there's nothing we can do to change that yet.

[witchwoman]

I could try to help you, you know. To control the things you feel. I won't claim to be an expert, but... Maybe working together, we could both learn more control over these gifts.

[theminotaur]

No, I was agreeing. [ well, maybe you should, idk, be less monotone, abigail. just a thought. ]

[theminotaur]

[ abigail doesn't really know what to say to that. what she got pulled from she knew was going to end badly, with blood, most of it her and will's. but she manages a small, hopefully reassuring smile. ] I'm sure it was. The bad guys have a way of losing.

[theminotaur]

[ wait a second. ] Captain Hook is real?

[theminotaur]

Yeah, and I guess it's not as easy of you're from... Faerûn or something. [ things there seem to be incredibly archaic and the knights seem to be good at introducing people to... modern amenities. ]

[mydesigns]

Um ... [he's antsy about what that could mean i.e. how much sharing it could involve, but ...] I would be willing to try.

[killingtodeath]

There's a lot of that, yeah. I'm just glad you're here. That's all. [even if he feels s-so awkward about saying it now.]

[killingtodeath]

[Or traveling through the internet in a series of tubes.]

You got it. [And he will hold out a fist for some sweet fistbump action.]

[killingtodeath]

Oh. [He'll figure out how to speak Abigail soon enough.] You know people don't agree with me a lot.

[theminotaur]

Why not?

[witchwoman]

[Myri nods, not at all offended by his hesitation.]

We don't need to rush into it. I'll understand if you want to settle in.

[bluffcheck]

Well, he's a captain and he's got a hook for a hand. Seems to fit the bill, I'd say.

[theminotaur]

Does he know they make prosthetics? [ like why the fuck would you have a hook for a hand, that's so useless. ]

[easily]

Please, if I were coming up with a game it would be a better one.

[This is too ridiculous to be made up, basically.]

[flyingsolo]

Have you done any training before you came here?

[shootfirst]

Oh right. That. [ she raises her hands and a glowing pea-sized bead shoots out, heading for a lone tree across the garden. it smacks it and then explodes into a giant fireball with a dull roar. the flames light up the night grandly. ] Kaboom!

[shootfirst]

I've sort of been on a mission with one for the last two years. He's good people. Most of the time.

[chessing]

You'll have plenty of chances here, then. I hope you enjoy your time in our organization, Faith.

[chessing]

[ sympathy enters his eyes, and he politely looks down ] You don't strike me as the sort to break easily.

[nepotism]

Fair enough.

[technophobic]

I think I'd watch my back with that one.