knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ october

♬ 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I've had about as much of this party as I can take. [Yaaay bar. Now you're his new best friend, because he's just drunk enough to think more liquor is the answer to everything.]

[she continues her ramble in the same eeyore monotone] The squiring parties are okay if you like talking to people. And champagne. And playing dressup. I'm going to get you a suit custom tailored, because you're not cute right now. Ugh, what do I feel like? Tequila? Probably not tequila ...

Why the hell would I wanna look cute? [He's trying not to tune her out, because maybe she'll say something important, but right now it's like listening to a Japanese train driver recite the lyrics to #Selfie.

but seriously. he is not cute every day.]

Um, being your best you is important. [and then ... at complete fucking random...] You can't fall in love with me, okay? I don't know if there's a rule against it or not but you are definitely not allowed to do that.

[wait.

pause.

rewind.]

Are you outta your freakin' mind?

Maybe I am, okay?! Maybe I am! But you're stuck with me so you better fucking deal with it!

[after staring fails to yield a desired result, he rolls his eyes and deadpans:] Well, I ain't gonna fall in love with you with that attitude.

[or at all, but... dick.]

Good! Maybe I'll act like this all the time, then! [thank god they're at the bar. where astrid ... orders tequila.]

[This girl...

He clambers up on the stool and orders something that is not tequila and actually makes the bartender squint before he realizes this is not space and just orders something strong THAT ISN'T FEY WINE.] What is your dysfunction?

[At least he sounds genuinely curious, but the problem is as a raccoon he is naturally curious. It doesn't mean he feels compassionate emotions about her problems yet.]

Do you ever see one ... [thinks of things rocket likes] gun, but it's too expensive or something, so you find another gun that's equally awesome and you're happy with that for awhile, but then you keep seeing other guns that you want too and then another bitch takes the first gun and you're like really pressed about it? It's like ... that.

[he's definitely following her.] Question. Why didn't you just take the first gun in the first place?

[what is "too expensive."]

I was working on it! I had — uh, a payment plan!

What payment plan? [eyeroll] If you want somethin' bad enough, you take it. If you don't take it, you didn't want it bad enough and you're just mopin' for no reason. If you want somethin' more than somebody else, then it's yours. That's how it works.

[Rocket... that is not how ownership works.]

What about the other gun? [the glaring hole in this metaphor.....]

Why limit yourself. You can never have enough guns.

[Or blouses at the mall. Or whatever girly shit this metaphor is really about. He rolled an abysmal wisdom check.]

Yeah, if you're like, Mormon. [forgot the whole metaphor thing oops.]

[is that what terrans call people who have a lot of guns???]

Okay, fine. Let's look at this way. You can only use one gun at a time, anyway... Unless they're smaller, but let's not complicate the metaphor here. Which gun is gonna suit your particular situation best. 'Cause I mean the big cannon might be satisfyin' if you use it against the punkass who shortchanged you on a deal, but it's probably overkill. And you wouldn't bring your blaster to face down a whole gang o' crooks. You get me?

Yeah, yeah. I have to think about the gun that's best for my ... holster. [wtf that was weird. whatever. she lurches over to pull rocket into a GREAT BIG HUG (but her str was only 11 if he wants to ... squirm away.)] See? We're bonding already!

[actually he rolled a 9, so he's just wriggling in her arms like DAMMIT WOMAN, but I guess he's concerned that if he wriggles away, he'll just end up on the floor, so he's barely trying.] Yeah! We're bondin'. You don't have t' get so grabby about it, lady.

Shut up and let me hug you, okay? I'm going to get you a suit. A really good one. Armani.

[SIIIIGH. fine. he's still gonna roll his eyes.]

I'm your freakin' squire, not your doll. [Just so you know.]

[whatever.] Do you want to steal things with me?

[.... you're such a great mentor.]

...I really, really do.

[she really is.] Like, now?

Unless you wanna go back to that stupid party.

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