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

[recycling]

New guy, huh? [ yeah davin's not going for any of that food, he was just here to

idek

sniff people???? ]

[mydesigns]

One of them. [so curt. so blunt.] Who are you?

[recycling]

Name's Davin. [ he seems to have an existential crisis over the question for a moment though. ]

[mydesigns]

[well that is ... something.] Will Graham. [he does not extend his hand for shaking. YOU SNIFFED HIM. THAT WAS GREETING ENOUGH.]

[recycling]

So how'd they find you?

[mydesigns]

I was a referral. The Atlanta PD was wary of hiring someone who doesn't exist, but the Knights didn't have the same reservations.

[recycling]

You're a cop?

[mydesigns]

I was, for awhile. Before I started teaching at the FBI Academy.

[recycling]

What do you teach?

[mydesigns]

Psychoanalysis, criminal profiling, that sort of thing.

[recycling]

You ever work with mob cases?

[mydesigns]

On this side of the Veil? No. I don't remember from before ... but that's not saying a whole lot, considering how much I do remember. [he tilts his head.] Why?

[recycling]

[ he hesitates, unsure of what to tell and what not to tell, but... ] I've just... had my fill of the mob, that's all.

[mydesigns]

Is that where the scar came from? [hashtag no tact.]

[recycling]

[ his hand goes to it reflexively ] Uh.

No. That was... before. I used to be a hunter.

[mydesigns]

What kind of hunting?

[recycling]

Monster hunting.

[mydesigns]

Part of me misses when monsters were all metaphorical. [sorry legit monster.]

[recycling]

I can't say I've had the privilege of such a time.

[mydesigns]

You didn't miss much. [he shakes his head.] Regular humans are capable of doing plenty of horrible things, no bells and whistles necessary.