after-party ♔ october

[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 || October 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

rocket | ota

[beatupgrass]

[rocket rolled a 6, so he... shows up in clothes and that's about it. Given he has ONE OUTFIT since his jumpsuit got ripped to shreds, he ends up in the same sleeveless turtleneck and pants that he wore to andres.

I mean they've probably been washed since the battle, but they're pretty threadbare and awful. He looks like a furry little urchin child, knocking back glasses of champagne and trying to avoid getting stepped on.]

[felidity]

[ kali flutters up, looking pretty, if not slightly uncomfortable in the social setting, smoothing her hair down anxiously. ]

Come with me please, I bought you a present.

[beatupgrass]

Is it alcoholic? [he's gonna have to upgrade to wine. this bubbly fancy shit ain't cuttin' it.]

[felidity]

No. I can't get drunk, I don't like alcohol. [ it's rude. so very rude. ] Follow me, please. [ AND SHE JUST FLOUNCES OFF? she said please, she's pretty sure he has to follow her now, them's the rules. ]

[spinerip]

[Drax has as usual forgone half his clothes and thus needs no disguise check. He beams at Rocket as he approaches.]

Friend! We are part of a team again! Though I doubt this organization for all its size could guard an entire galaxy.

[Not as cool as our clique.]

[beatupgrass]

They don't even got ships. [He laughs sardonically. Seriously, guys. Invest in spaceships. Galactic savioring is where it's at.] I'd hate to see how all their fancy little antiques stand up against a Badoon fleet.

[All mockery aside, part of him is glad for the sense of belonging again. He's too manly to admit it though. Maybe after inhaling his body weight in bubbly.]

[spinerip]

The Badoon would surely destroy their airplanes with one shot. And even with better shielding, they do not have nearly enough of them for such a battle.

[airforceful]

[Carol's having a grand old time when she... notices Rocket and it's all ruined forever.]

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

[Please let there be multiple raccoons in the universe sentient enough to be knights. Please let this be some really dumb coincidence.]

[beatupgrass]

[glowering] Pick your next words very carefully, lady.

[If this is a "WOW WTF A RACCOON" moment, he is turning this champagne flute into a shiv.]

[airforceful]

[Wow like she's scared of a little glass shiv she's fucking bullet proof you dumb animal. Still, she doesn't really care that he's a raccoon. She's... seen talking raccoons before. Specifically, she's seen him before.]

Shouldn't you be in space?

[pathology]

THERE YOU ARE!!

[she practically shrieks as she makes a beeline over, which can probably only mean horrible things for rocket.]

[beatupgrass]

[NO. WHY.

Rocket stares at his empty champagne flute, smacks it across the side of a table and makes a shiv, brandishing it like he expects Astrid to whip out a scalpel again.]

If this is still about your freakin' boyfriend, lady, I coulda done a hell of a lot worse to the smarmy little shit, all right?

[pathology]

[astrid's eyes go big like she might cry. is she being crazy or legitimately having her feelings hurt by a raccoon??? idfk roll a sense motive.] It's just ... I'm your mentor ...

[bredinthebone]

[Sup furry raccoon friend. Malina's going to come to your rescue with something a little stronger than the champagne you're trying to drown yourself with. She also doesn't really care about how he's dressed, so there is that.

She gently hands him the tumbler of whiskey, before taking the champagne glass from him.]

Trust me, it'll work faster.

[beatupgrass]

[bless u.

he does sniff it experimentally, because trust doesn't come easily to him, but at least it looks like he's smelling what it is and not checking for poison. Satisfied he downs it.] This place is too fancy for me.

[bredinthebone]

[She laughs a bit before nodding.]

That's what I said when I first got here too. You just have to take a little time to get used to it.

[byrned]

[ is that... a racoon? a talking racoon?


cool ]

Hey you want to be careful with the bubbles, man. Goes straight to your head.

[beatupgrass]

That's what I'm countin' on.

[he cannot be sober and deal with this many people in his space. eugh.]

[byrned]

Yeah? Well if that's your aim you should go for the hard stuff. This shit'll just make you sick at 3 in the morning. You want a good Whisky or something.

[ Spoken like a true barman ]

[unforgivably]

[ what are you?

no. no, really. damon's mid-sip and he's just staring because he'd remember if there was a freaking upright raccoon running around, wouldn't he? ]

[beatupgrass]

[see this? this is why rocket hates parties. after enduring a moment or two of the intense staring, rocket zeroes in on the perpetrator.]

Keep gawkin' like that, pretty boy, and I'm gonna give you a reason for people to gawk at you.

i specifically had to remind myself who was the voice of Rocket in GotG

[unforgivably]

[ yeah, he's not intimidated. the raccoon is standing, of course he's able to talk. with a will save (14) he manages to not outright laugh in his face. ]

And this is the part where I say, 'Now I've seen everything.' So, they knighted you. You're a knight.

[beatemup]

[Max appears without any notice and suddenly throws something at Rocket. (atk? 15)]

Hey, catch!

[It's a bag of beef jerky, the same kind Max gave him on Andres.]

[beatupgrass]

[HE CRIT FAILED HIS REFLEX SAVE, so he turns and it hits him full in the face... and three guesses why. It probably has something to do with his LOOK OF SHOCK.]

What the hell?! I thought you were dead!

[beatemup]

[He blurts a chuckle seeing that. Seeing a racoon get smacked by a bag of jerky in the face is never not funny, right?] Uhuh! I was. But I still wanted to go on a revenge-y murder spree like you, so I came back to life. No biggie. [Because, resurrecting someone back from the dead is something you see everyday. #shadowkindslife]