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

[unhappily]

[ wow, rude sneaking up on people. regina whirls in place, which is dramatic with that big swooshy gown, i'll tell you what. she looks him over as if trying to decide what specimen of bug he is - but there's no glint of recognition in her eyes. instead, she looks a little affronted. ] You'll do well to address me properly.

[undealt]

[staring at her.

staring at her a lot.

then he decides that maybe regina's having a laugh and he rolls his eyes, sardonically amused.]

I wasn't aware you'd changed titles, Regina. Did the election not hold out this year? Now that's a pity.

[unhappily]

And the last I knew, Queens weren't elected. [ stares across the game at mark ] Am I supposed to recognize you, old man?

[undealt]

[you're scaring him, regina.]

The Veil was certainly not kind to you. [yup. that's his answer. for now, anyway, because his heart is starting to pick up its pace as he internally panics, wondering if this the proof he needs to know that what he doesn't remember is all real.] Auric Gold. We were acquainted at one time.

[we were like bffs. or mafia bros. this is the worst.]

[unhappily]

Were we. [ her haughty reply is tempered with a slight narrowing of her eyes, as her critical stare passes over him again, this time as if he might have some kind of secret locked inside him ripe for cracking open.

the hard way. ]

[undealt]

[he stares at her back, borderline simpering, because it's easier than giving into his frustration. if regina thinks he knows more than what he says, then he'll continue to let her think that. it's always more fun that way.] I imagine we'll have plenty of time to reacquaint ourselves with one another, given we're both knights.

[He cants his head.] Tell me, Your Majesty [the words almost startle him with how familiar they feel on his tongue, despite being sarcastic], how exactly did you come by all of this? [He gestures to the ballroom, indicating the knighthood, as a whole.]

[unhappily]

Someone was wise enough to recognize that a castle was where I belonged.

[undealt]

[slow blink.]

You joined the Knighthood just so you could live in a castle?

[unhappily]

Well, it certainly wasn't for the stimulating company.

[undealt]

Oh, they may not look like much, but they'll certainly surprise you. [He glances around at the other knights, milling about.] Do you know which of these charming individuals is going to be mentoring you?

[unhappily]

I do. Her name is Snow White.

[undealt]

I'm sorry.

[He holds up a hand, because... what?]

Her name is what?

[unhappily]

I imagine Wynn has many uses for a Knight who's hard of hearing. [ she points across the room. to mary margaret. ] Snow. White.

[undealt]

Her name [Gold says it with a slight bit of panic in his tone as his gaze falls on the woman Regina indicates] is Mary Margaret Blanchard.

[He isn't convinced anymore. Mary Margaret doesn't lie and Wynn wouldn't play this sort of joke on him. For a horrifying moment, he can't even look at the woman he's been talking to, afraid he's going to look past her and suddenly wake up.] And you don't know her at all?

[unhappily]

[ ♬ the coldest hands - radical face

/doesn't notice gold's internal crisis

/doesn't notice the weirdness of that question ]

Of course I do. She's the one who brought me here. Which means I know fully well what her name is. I've heard Wynn call her it to her face.

[undealt]

[nothing is real.

everything is a lie.]

I'm- [a goddamned fairy tale character.

a goddamned fairy tale villain.

he takes a deep breath and only barely manages to compose himself (will save 15).] -certain this is going to be an interesting experience for everyone.

[yep.]

[unhappily]

[ ok now THAT WAS A WEIRD THING TO SAY. looks back at him, narrows eyes. ] And why would you say that, Mr. Gold? [ she doesn't know why it slips out that way but it did so there. ]

[undealt]

Just the fact that they we all know one another... and don't seem to know each other at all. [He turns his head, forcing a smirk.] The Veil's funny that way, isn't it?

[unhappily]

Personally, I'd like to know who's laughing.

[undealt]

The gods, if anyone. Precisely why I don't tend to bother with religion any more than I have to.

[unhappily]

This seems more like the work to me of someone with very powerful magic.

[undealt]

Who on earth would have the sort of magic to bring people across the Veil and alter memories?

[laughtrack.]

[unhappily]

I don't know. [ her face darkens, lip curling upward slightly. ] But I intend to find out.

[undealt]

I suggest the library, particularly the books on planes.

[watch her get actual books on actual airplanes. Meanwhile, he's just gonna... excuse himself to go outside.] Have a good evening, Regina.

[goes to have an identity crisis.]