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

[mydesigns]

[and then they have peaceful alone time together until ... the inevitably have to go back. :'( sobbys.]

[chessing]

I should hope so. Enjoy your party, Sir Lehane.

[socialgraces]

Of a sort, I suppose. I was taught by a former superior some ways to incorporate magic into training, and learned to use specific techniques and spells to improve my ability to be covert.

[bluffcheck]

It's a bit odd, yeah. But it certainly makes him memorable.

[killingtodeath]

Mr Clean is a pharmacist? Interesting.

[killingtodeath]

Besides my undying gratitude? Depends on what you want, I guess.

[lurings]

Hey Fred? [ she seems immediately more engaged now that she's not judging the patriarchy, but it's mostly because a thought just occurred to her. ] Do the firearm certifications apply to all of them or do I need to do them all separately?

[bowtimeandspace]

"Now that'd be telling." And what ever's the fun in telling? It's much more fun to play a bit of a game, at least for a while.

And games, well, they're a great way to forget your problems, aren't they?

[asap]

Not on your three-legged race team, though. You'd get road burn.

[bowtimeandspace]

"Right then."

The Doctor puts his hands together and cracks his knuckles. He means business here. "You best be ready for this," he tells her with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.

"It goes like this."

And then he proceeds to lift his arms and do the drunk Giraffe dance. You know the one.

[bowtimeandspace]

Deal it is.

[ He nods, brief, and lifts a hand, running it over his face before making a (very weak) excuse ]

I think I best be... be off. Things to do. Nibbles to eat.

[bowtimeandspace]

What about Hobbit. You look a bit "Lord of the Rings'.

[msattentionspan]

[and she totally does!]

[useagoodkiss]

[ Tell her things so she can kind of try to mother you, Abigail... ]

Nothing at all?

What about...things you like to do?

[useagoodkiss]

With that vote of confidence, I'm not worried at all.

[shootfirst]

I don't know. Slave for a day's always a classic.

[nepotism]

It's all or nothing, don't worry. Maybe not the way we should go about it, but it hasn't caused a problem yet.

[necessaryevil]

[ max just waves a hand as if to dismiss him, not bothering to respond, as he takes a drink ]

[technophobic]

Good. I'll be keeping an eye out. Expect to see great things from you. [ and with that, he'll nod and wander off with a great clanking noise ]

[witchwoman]

No one is ever prepared for the giraffe dance. No one. Myri just steps back and watches with wide eyes. A moment later, she's laughing and... Oh, he expects her to do that as well, doesn't he?

Is there a way to do that dance badly? Well, Myri's dance check of 8 certainly says she could. Her arms are a little too floppy. And she nearly falls down, tripping over her feet and bumping into him with a small yelp of surprise.

"Sorry!"

[lurings]

He doesn't have an earring. [ dork. ]

[killingtodeath]

Or a dislocated hip. Pretty sure I'll just play the cheerleader for you then. I shake a mean pom pom. [He pauses then gets an idea.] I am thinking of getting together some people to play lacrosse though. You should try it out.

[killingtodeath]

How many lessons for one day of indentured servitude? [He is... debating making a deal, tbh.]

[killingtodeath]

Maybe he's leading a double life as a mascot and/or superhero for messy homes across England.

[daredtobelieve]

"Hmm." She hums in agreement. But it's just then that the song ends. Helen's steps slow. "Well- it seems our dance is done. And seeing as you don't seem interested in telling, perhaps I had better leave you to enjoy your party." She's not opposed to another dance. But she does feel like she might be hogging him.