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

[bowtimeandspace]

[Well that sounds familiar. He turns towards the voice, but nope, not a mass of blonde curls. Voice should have given that much away really. He looks down, because, well, he has to otherwise he'd be looking above her head, and that'd make for an odd sort of conversation.]

Benedic-- Oy! Wait. No. He's alright looking isn't he? Is he?

[He dusts down his cummerbund, because yes he's wearing one, just try and stop him.]

Well if you're going to make an effort, might as well go all out.

[sorceresslite]

I think he looks a bit like a gerbil. [ truth. T R U T H. she doesn't mean it as an insult to the doctor at least. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

A gerbil?! [This? This is an affronted face, look at it, look how affronted it is.]

Good job I'm not him then, eh?

[sorceresslite]

Innit though? So who are y'then?

[bowtimeandspace]

John. Smith. Not Cumberbatch. Bit of a mouthful, don't you think? [No, he's a liar. A big fat liar liar pants on fire. But he has a bluff 36]

[sorceresslite]

John Smith, that's a rubbish name. Boring as watching paint peel. Your parents not like you? [ wow ella. rude. it's the irish. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

[ l o l. the doctor laughs, really laughs ]

Well what would you prefer I be called?

[sorceresslite]

Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca. [ a beat. ] The Third.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ he has a think. no really, he's genuinely thinking about it. ]

Well it's a bit of a mouthful.

[sorceresslite]

We could call you Banana.

[bowtimeandspace]

Banana. [ he's honestly thinking about it. ] Well I do like bananas. Not quite sure how much it suits me, though.

[sorceresslite]

Well, you're rather tall and thin. All brown and yellow. ..so.

[bowtimeandspace]

Yellow? I'm not yellow! [ He looks at his hand though, just to check. Because really you never know. ]

[sorceresslite]

Fine, sort of peachy pink.

[bowtimeandspace]

So now you're going to call me Peach?

[sorceresslite]

Oh but that's got a certain ring to it though, doesn't it?

[bowtimeandspace]

[ He thinks about it. No actually, he really does. ]

Okay then, so what am I going to call you?

[sorceresslite]

I haven't the foggiest. I came up with a lovely nickname for you, Peaches, you'll have to do the work for this one.

[bowtimeandspace]

Well I'm sure I'll find something. [ He looks her up and down, does she have a weird nose? Knobbly knees? Apparently it's something to make fun of that he needs to find. ]

[sorceresslite]

[ she's just a boring average ginger. only four feet tall, but pretty normal. bright green eyes, lots of ginger hair. she taps her foot impatiently. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

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

[sorceresslite]

Oi, mister, I'm not against electrocuting you. [ SO THATS A NO ON HOBBIT, THEN. ]

[bowtimeandspace]

Says the girl naming me after a fruit! [ Really, you can't have it both ways. ]