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.

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Stefan Salvatore | OTA

[martire]

[Stefan's all dressed up in blues (disguise 16), tie tiniest bit of a looser knot than usual. Otherwise, he's all made up like a handsome man as himself would be.

One cursory look over the rest of the party, then immediately he heads to the bar. Functioning alcohol, away!]

[allmydreams]

[Felicity is being a bit of a barfly herself, not feeling all that social this evening. She's been running around pretty much non-stop since they hit Andres, and she needs a few drinks in her system before she relaxes into social butterfly mode.

When Stefan comes up, she glances to the side and looks him up and down for a moment, before knocking back some more of her drink. Then, well, flirts (charisma 18).]

I always love it when men aren't afraid of something other than black.

[martire]

[Stefan's barely into his drink when he hears her speak, one elbow resting on the bar. There's only been one looong drink, actually.

He looks at her, brows raised just a hair in intrigue. The playful, wild pattern of her dress doesn't go unnoticed.

He chooses to counter that flirt with one of his own...]

And I appreciate when women let out their wild side. [Nice Charisma 1 roll there, vampy. He takes another drink, eyes not at all wallowing in embarrassment.]

Lady-killer in blue right here. [He laughs at himself. Good sport, Stefan!

No but really, literal lady killer sometimes and, bless his heart, the reference she has no way of being able to fully connect a parallel on brings this slight tinge of color to his cheeks. W o w. So impress. Many flirts. Such dapper.]

[allmydreams]

[Thankfully, Felicity doesn't offend easily, especially when she's drunk. She raises her glass to him in acknowledgement before smiling.]

You get points for trying.

[She pauses to take a sip, before turning and extending her hand to him.]

I'm Felicity.

[doubletake]

[Elena had nearly given up on finding the person with features that might match the name she vaguely remembered in her head, strange emotions filtering through her chest even as they slipped away.

But then, as she's getting another refill on her drink, she spots him, her chest tightening strangely in response.

She knows these emotions, has had them all too often lately, but she doesn't have the corresponding memories to back them up. It's strange and...uncomfortable.

She slides her glass to the bartender, who already knows what kind of wine she wants, while she turns toward him, brows furrowed.]

Do you know who I am?

[She's not sure if she wants the answer to be yes or no.]

[martire]

[There's that Stefan 'oh my, what, how, is this happening' expression, eyebrows tightening, brow creased, jawline defined as it can get. He knows this face, this girl, but which one of the two she could be...

He's there, looking at her with perhaps one of the most perplexed gazes she's had tossed her way in a long while. He can't decide which one she is, Katherine's and Elena's features muddling into one in his mind.

Eyes shut for a moment, he shakes his head as if to try to center his thoughts. Doesn't work, so he looks at her, expression holding its intensity.]

Yes, but...I don't know which you are, your name. I don't know if you're Katherine or Elena. [(Wisdom 6) So, yes, Elena, he knows who you are...sort of. With this confusion, he shows that he doesn't quite recall what either girl might say to him in this circumstance. Katherine, oh, if she remotely remembered him? The approach would have been world's different. Poor boy, he's got no idea.

And cue super awkwardness if Elena doesn't remember anything about having a doppelganger!]

[doubletake]

[Looks like someone got hit by the Veilnesia whammy, that much she takes away from his confused expression.

She knows that feeling, how much it sucks. She wonders if she shouldn't have bothered him at all, but she also knows she wouldn't have been able to help herself eventually.]

Elena. I'm Elena. And you're Stefan Salvatore. [Her eyes narrow slightly as her head tilts to look at him, her mind opening up as she focuses on him, trying to read what's beneath the surface here. (Will save DC 13 to resist)] Who the hell is Katherine?

[likedillinger]

[ guess who's also at the bar?? surprise. or not.

dean taps the counter, signalling the bartender. ] Keep 'em coming. [ and then glances over at stefan, noticing his approach. ] You're fresh blood too, huh? [ l m a o ]

[unforgivably]

[ Because, why wouldn't he find his brother at the bar. ] Glenlivet neat. [ That was to the bartender. Recognize the voice, brother? ] You know you getting here first doesn't count. I was here three months ago. [ But, a shrug. ] Better late than never.

[ Translation: he's glad to see you, brother. Despite their shared history and specific events being cloudy, he has a fondness coupled in resentment about him. And there's a deep, deep-seeded love deep down. ]