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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[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?