knightsoflegend | after-party ♔ october

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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.

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[Elena's spot check of 35 means that she noticed that someone was watching her ages ago.

She's used to being watched at this point. What she isn't used to is recognizing those people, especially when she's never seen them here before. To make matters worse, it's the second time tonight that she's had some vague recollection of someone she knew before all of this, and the emotions that his face stir up in her are uncomfortable and unwelcome.

She has enough to worry about.

She can't ignore it, though, and she recognized his name from someone else, back when she'd been asking about those sent to retrieve her months ago, she the name is easy enough to pair with the face once she's seen it.

When he gets particularly bold with his staring, she finally gets fed up, and stalks straight toward him, grabbing a glass of champagne off of a tray as someone passes by, taking a sip just as she reaches speaking distance.]

Next time, either come talk to me, or stop staring.

[ Her face is familiar, the hair style - the attitude not so much. Mixed emotions come to the surface, triggering something less than friendly. But, she's already approaching him. Damon Salvatore isn't used to being caught off guard. It's only natural Elena beelines for him. He's expected it. But, the aftermath, not so much. With a will save of 19, he manages to not waiver. ]

Maybe, I didn't know if you wanted me to come talk to you.

[ Sure. It's - that. ]

I stare. You're in a room with me, I'm going to know where in it you are. [ It's that easy. He made a promise. ] Is this irritated recollection or...

[ He'd like to know what he's dealing with. ]

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[Matching will saves (19) look at that. Hers she uses to hide the emotions rumbling beneath the surface, ones that she has no context for.]

You're Damon Salvatore, presumably from Mystic Falls. You were looking for me when I flew the coop.

[She pauses briefly before she adds.]

You were important to me, one upon a time. But I couldn't tell you why. I don't remember.

[She takes a sip of her drink, tilting her head toward wherever Stefan is standing.]

I assume you're related to him, considering the last name. Brothers, maybe?

[ Important to her. What does he do now? Explain the real situation, smooth it over and leave what he did to Jeremy out of it? A new, fresh start. But, that last question - that sets off all kinds of alarms. ]

The veil did a number on you. [ crit fail will save of 1, emotions ahoy. houston, we have a problem. ] We're brothers.

Or maybe it just helped me leave behind a place I can't go back to.

[Is that literal or a metaphor. Maybe both?]

Look, whoever you think I am? It's probably wrong. I've been here a long time, and you're better off not getting mixed up in my mess. Just ask anyone around here, they'll probably tell you the same thing.

[Or maybe she's just...avoiding. We just don't know.]

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You're Elena Gilbert. [ Her mess. Would she have called what they were all going through a mess? ] You want your friends and family safe. You're hard-headed. You make up your mind. I do know you. [ But. Fine. ] And I'm not going anywhere.

[Her eyes narrow at him, taking in those words, which only serve to stir up even more emotions in her gut.

After a long moment she seems to decide something, which she celebrates by chugging the contents of her glass and setting it down on the bar, sliding into the seat next to him and signaling for the bartender.]

Fine, then we're at least having drinks. [She orders herself a glass of wine, turning partially towards him while it gets poured.] If it weren't on Wynn's tab, I'd make you buy.

You wouldn't have to ask. [ He signals for a second glass, sharing in the wine. His bourbon glass is empty and there's nothing wrong with shaking things up. If they're going to have a drink, then it'll be on Elena's terms. When both are poured, he picks his glass up. The selfish side of him flares up. Stefan doesn't remember what they are and she doesn't remember who she and Stefan are. Were. ] What're we drinking to?

How about we drink to the prospect of getting through one of these parties without some epic catastrophe happening in its wake.

[Her smile is bitter as she tips her glass ever so slightly to clink against his before she takes a long sip from it.

She might be on a mission, oops.]

That sounds familiar.

[ But, he tips his glass and takes a sip. ]

So, I know that Andres and your whereabouts are the last thing you want to talk about tonight. So, I'll leave the topic of discussion to you. Tonight, you don't have to talk about anything you don't want to talk about. [ Damon is definitely used to not wanting to discuss some things. ]

Really.

[Her voice is deadpan as she looks at him over the rim of her glass.]

You're not going to ask me all the usual questions? Why did you do it? Was it worth it? How did it feel to shoot that evil doppelganger in the face?

[Maybe if she's terrible enough, he'll give up this whole being nice to her thing.

If only she remembered shit, this song and dance might seem familiar. Almost backwards.]

[ Yes, he has questions. But, he doesn't need a will save to know he doesn't have to.

It is ass backwards. But, he doesn't quite feel that. ]

Really. Tonight I'm Damon and you're Elena. And we're having wine. [ cha (21) ]

[That essentially puts her in her place for the time being, and instead of replying right away, she watches him, trying to get a good read on him (sense motive 37) before finally deciding that she believes him.

She's not sure if that makes it better or worse.]

What do you remember about me?

[It's a question she's asked everyone who's known her from home, a ways to try and regain some kind of self-identity that she's lost over the last year and a half.]

[ That's the million dollar question. He remembers loving her. He remembers taking her memory of telling her. He remembers her being with Stefan and him not deserving her. Not that this is deserving her. It's now or never, he remembers her and Stefan because nothing else is coming up. ] I remember disappointing you. [ Often. ] I remember you believed in people. You believed in change. [ Not a bad guy, etc. Until -- something (Jeremy). ] You and my brother were in puppy love. [ Because he has to belittle it somehow. And there it is. With a bluff of 28, he tries to shield how much he feels about this. ] That's about it. [ And that deserves another bluff check (19), rly ]

[She's all those things, still, but they've become something slightly more twisted, less good than what he might be used to.

And she does believe in people. It's just sometimes it's the worst she believes instead of the best. People are just as capable of terrible things as they are of good ones. Herself, included.]

If you say so.

[He at least is somewhat able to hide his feelings from her, but the rest? Not so much (sense motive 22).]

But you're right, I do believe in change. Probably more now than I ever did.

[hahahahaha, terrible doppelganger humor]

[ He does say so. He's smart enough not to confess his real feelings to her. She doesn't know that him. And even if she were that Elena, she'd have forgotten what he said. It's best in the wind. ]

Your sense of humor has never been...

[ Yeah, she's not the queen of jokes. But, he cracks a smile. ]

I have to say, I don't remember the rules of being a doppelganger being quite as literal... [ Words are familiar, not exactly what they are. But that they're there. ]

Do you remember anything or is it all just - [ He brings a hand up to illustrate 'feelings' ]

[That has her leaning back in her seat, now nursing her glass of wine, expression darkening slightly as if she's trying to remember things that are just...a giant black spot in the back of her mind.]

I didn't remember you or your brother until I...heard your names. Even then, it's just like water slipping through my fingers.

[So his hand gesture was accurate enough.]

The only thing I really remember is what happened right before I came here. It was a car accident, and I was drowning...

[She shakes her head, as if trying to shake of that memory. It's the only one she has from home, and she doesn't want it.]

[ His will save (18) means his knuckles don't tighten around the step of his glass, don't break it. She was drowning. But, she's here now. ]

I don't remember that. [ He thinks. ] You were kidnapped. Stefan and I teamed up and rescued you. [ His lips come together to form a thin line. ] That's what I remember.

[Her lips press together as well, as if she's trying to recollect that before she promptly gives up and shakes her head.]

It doesn't matter. If it happened, it happened a long time ago and no amount of reminiscing is going to bring it back.

Out with the old.

[ It's weird how for this he is. How ready he is for something new. The Elena here can more than take care of herself. She's not hung up on Stefan Salvatore. She's killed someone. He finds he likes that. He's a twisted soul. But, his first go round with the knights had been all about Elena.

Here she is. Here they are.

He can move on.

Not exactly. He'll always keep tabs on her. He'll never be able to stay away, exactly.

What sucks is he may be a little more in love with her. But, like she needs to know that. ]

Funny you'd say that, if you've been spending all this time chasing down a person from your old life.

[At least she doesn't sound too torn up about it, mostly just using it to tease him.]

I know you were part of the team that was sent to look for me.

At first. [ And then he chased her down alone. And look where it got him. Ah, well. ]

You said it yourself, the girl I found isn't the girl I was looking for. [ And a beat. ] There is nothing wrong with that.

[ ... He likes her more now. Maybe a little less, too. She reminds him of someone, someone whose name he can't recall. Someone like her. His feelings once again are mixed.

But mostly positive. ]

And you're always going to be important to me. Whatever you you happen to be.

Careful, Damon. You might be biting off more than you can chew.

[Just a fair warnings. She's not an easy person to be around right now. She's volatile, mildly depressing, stubborn as hell, and all around exhausting.

But if he keeps this up he might eventually break through the shell she's been building around herself over the past half year or so.

Only time will tell.]

[ He just smirks.

He has warring sides. He wants to help her, to soften her down again, but he also wants her to - well, to be happy. And she doesn't seem that happy, does she? ]

So, what do people do here for birthdays? Do we just pick a day and say, get me extravagant gifts? [ ENOUGH OF THE CUTE FLIRTY CHARGED SHIT. ]

[Nope. She sure doesn't, though she is really good at convincing people's she's 'okay.']

Actually, I remembered that one. I turned 20 in June.

[She grins back.]

But yeah, I think some people have done that. Picked a month that sounded right. Or you could just throw a dart at a calendar and see where it lands.

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