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.

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[immuno]

The veterinarian performed a ritual with an ice bath.

[ let's just say that out loud and see if stiles holds his position on how ~this definitely happened.~ ]

[killingtodeath]

[. . .]

Okay, when you put it like that. And Deaton's not exactly your run of the mill local vet, okay. [He sighs and rubs at his forehead.] Don't you think- I mean, I forgot my own best friend. Isn't it possible that you forgot about the ritual?

[immuno]

[ ugh this is ridiculous why is she caving don't humor it lydia don't—]

Okay. Let's pretend, for a moment, that Veil-induced amnesia is an explanation: what was this ritual for, exactly?

[killingtodeath]

There was a druid. A bad druid. Sacrifices were happening all over town and we were trying to get back-- [The problem here is that his main motivation for that ritual was his father and he can't remember that guy, so it's all foggy.]

You really don't remember any of this?

[immuno]

Does it sound like I'm joking? [ seriously stiles, what? she grabs a napkin off the refreshments table and dabs it in punch. ] Allow me to answer your question with an update. [ she uses the punch to rub concealer off her forearm, exposing a bruise. ] The last weird thing I remember happening was the day before I got here. Allison thinks that girl at the school was trying to give us a message about some bank. [ she holds the bruise out. ] So, when Scott gets here, you can tell him—[ well. stiles won't remember him. she huffs. ] Forget it. I'll tell him myself. We were right, and Derek can just shove that bank right up his—[ please end this rant. ]

[killingtodeath]

You were right. [He jumps in, partly to agree and partly to try to stop her ranting so she doesn't work herself up as end up pissed at him by proxy.] You're always right about those things. Derek should have listened. He was an idiot not to.

[Rubbing a hand through his hair, Stiles sighs.]

What about this place? Any weird feelings? Are we in over our heads here?

[immuno]

[ o-oh. that snaps her jaw shut quickly, staggered by the lack of hesitation and how glowing that confidence is. she stares at him for a moment longer with slightly widened eyes before straightening and squaring her shoulders. she’s got this. don’t act like it matters. conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know. ]

I’m feeling a little weird that you’re asking me that. Do I look psychic to you?

[killingtodeath]

Whoa- okay. Deja vu. We've had this conversation. As in... almost this exact conversation, but we already figured that out. I think. Maybe. [Don't sound so confident there, bub. Stiles waves a hand to push those less than sure sounding words away.]

...You're a banshee. That's what Jennifer told you and we're still trying to figure out what that really means, but... You're saying you don't remember any of that? [He realizes that she mentioned the bank. This was after that. So maybe everything after that was taken by the Veil? That was... incredibly inconvenient.] God, this is such a mess.

[immuno]

Ignoring the obvious insult, since when are you on a first-name basis with our English teacher? [ seriously what. (how else is she supposed to take 'you're a banshee'?) ]

[killingtodeath]

Since she started perform sacrificial rituals with our friends and family as the aforementioned sacrifices. I figure it's nicer to use her name than 'that crazy bitch.'

[immuno]

... Sacrifices? [ YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THAT BOMB. ] Stiles, sacrifices mean people are dead. Who's dead? [ her family and friends ??? omg she just finally started caring about you people; you're all fired. ]

[killingtodeath]

Virgins. [IT WAS A SCARY TIME FOR HIM OKAY.] But later it was all kinds of people. Melissa. [which he knows but not as Scott's mom. And that's weird.] Allison's dad. We were trying to find them, to stop her, but I ended up here instead.

[The ramifications of this are a bit terrifying.]

[immuno]

[ jesus fucking christ. grief sets in very suddenly and it takes a great amount of control to stop her chin from trembling just slightly. ]

She killed Allison and Scott's parents? They're—They're dead?

[killingtodeath]

I don't- [He shakes his head.] I don't know. The ritual was supposed to help us find them, to stop her. But if I'm here, then... I don't know if it worked.

[immuno]

I don't remember any of that. [ she shakes her head slowly, expression contorting into something miserable and self-flagellating. why doesn't she remember? she knows, factually, the answer, but that doesn't answer the real why this is happening. ]

[killingtodeath]

This is- [He rests a hand on his forehead, trying to make sense of it.] Should we be worried? [did they make a mistake????]

[immuno]

What good is it gonna do? Stiles, we can't go back through the Veil. It's a one-way trip. It's up to Scott and Allison.

[killingtodeath]

I'm sure they're fine. Allison's a bad ass and... I'm going to put all my faith in the hands of a best friend I can't remember. But that sort of works, I think. I mean it doesn't feel wrong to just trust that.

[immuno]

Scott ... Scott will figure something out. If the ritual worked, he can do it. He can save them.

[killingtodeath]

Scott. Right, Scott will take care of it. [He wishes the name wouldn't feel so foreign on his tongue.] We just gotta believe in that.

[immuno]

[ easier said than done. she averts her eyes, standing and straightening away from him. she looks around the party, suddenly disenchanted as her eyes continue to wander the room, lost, and a frown tugs over her expression. there's nothing they can do. ]

[killingtodeath]

You wanna get out of here for a minute? [Because he sure does. Just some fresh air or something. They can come back and try to be social later maybe.]

[immuno]

[ If someone's going to see her crumbling composure, better it's Stiles than the whole party. She glances around a moment longer before she grabs his hand and pulls him towards the doors. Hope you didn't expect a real answer; she's more do-er than say-er. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Yep. That seems about right. He catches up to her pace easier, thanks to a longer stride. He knows better than to try to say a damn thing until they're out of the building. Even then, he's... cautious.]

This place is massive.

[immuno]

It's a castle. That's ... definitely part of the architectural requirement.

[ she steps out onto the patio that overlooks the gardens, hunching her shoulders and releasing his hand so she can move to the railing. ]