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

[beatupgrass]

[HE CRIT FAILED HIS REFLEX SAVE, so he turns and it hits him full in the face... and three guesses why. It probably has something to do with his LOOK OF SHOCK.]

What the hell?! I thought you were dead!

[beatemup]

[He blurts a chuckle seeing that. Seeing a racoon get smacked by a bag of jerky in the face is never not funny, right?] Uhuh! I was. But I still wanted to go on a revenge-y murder spree like you, so I came back to life. No biggie. [Because, resurrecting someone back from the dead is something you see everyday. #shadowkindslife]

[beatupgrass]

They're ain't even nobody left to take revenge on. We blew the d'ast prison. [gonna retrieve the jerky now, because food will comfort his wtf.]

[beatemup]

[Max takes out another bag of jerky from his suit's inner pocket and eat it like they're beef jerky pals.] Don't worry there are still plenty of enemies to blast. I'll even share a couple of my marks to you. When I find them. [Because who doesn't love seeing a crazed raccoon spewing bullets with military-grade automatic.]

[beatupgrass]

What? You don't think I can't get my own marks, kid? [He scoffs, mildly, digging into his bag.]

[beatemup]

[Wow, this is weird, getting called 'kid' by a raccoon. But he is taking that as a compliment, he is still in his early twenty after all.]

Sure you can. Just offering something extra. If you don't want it, more fun for me then.

[He slowly pours the content of the jerky bag like he is taking a swig of ale from it. Munch! Munch!]

[beatupgrass]

[yeah, rocket's like... 8. But that's probably forty in human years.]

I didn't think you knights went in for merc activity anyway.

[beatemup]

Yeah, the Knights don't but I do. Been working as a hired gun before this. 10 years in the field. [Technically true. But until recent years, he only worked as pack mule.] Don't tell this to the Boss, but I am not gonna let chivalry code stops me from bashing people.

[beatupgrass]

Like I'm gonna tell Wynn anything that he don't directly ask about. [he'd probably still take bounties on the side, except for the fact that he... stands out. people would talk.] All I ever done for the most part around here is take in bounties 'til it landed me on Andres.

[beatemup]

Business is great actually, easy money. As long as you doesn't empty your stomach at the sight of blood, money will pour like waterfall. But, get the wrong job and Andres will happen to you. [He doesn't really know what happened to Rocket but remembering the condition of the prison he is sure it wasn't a fun carnival ride.] Luckily for us, there's still someone like the Boss who has the heart who pick battlefield orphans like us.

[beatupgrass]

Battlefield orphans. [he snorts.] I seen the guy he unleashed on the prison- the one with the claws. You can't tell me he was picked for that just 'cause he's a freakin' tank. For a bleedin' heart, Wynn's dark where it counts.

[which is why he's here. he wouldn't work for anyone that doesn't have the decency to know there's a time for things to get ripped to shreds. mercy's great when its deserved, but only then.]

[beatemup]

Yup! [He nods in agreement.] He may seems saintly here and there with code of chivalry all over this place, but he has Dr. Jekyll hiding in there somewhere. I guess that must be what you get when you have seen the world that much. Don't get me wrong, I definitely would pick living a long life than being dead, but celebrating your thousandth birthday, no thanks. Life must be starting to get boring halfway there.

[beatupgrass]

[ahahahaha... hah. Rocket grimaces and he awkwardly scratches his ears.]

I dunno. I figure if you can last that long, you can make your own excitement.

[beatemup]

Hmm... you're probably right. But I ain't really interested in immortality. A soldier needs to earn his rest by dying on the battlefield after all. [Somebody plays too much game.] If you're really interested in it, why don't you try learning magic? I heard some wizards managed to achieve eternal life via spells and rituals.

[beatupgrass]

I ain't interested in eternal life. [just... living longer than twelve more years.] And I wouldn't be caught dead usin' that magic crap. [it's weird.]

[beatemup]

Same here. Not really interested in Harry Potter shit but it did bring me back to life so I'm thankful for it. Being brought back by science would be probably cooler though. Won't mind waking up with laser shooting eyes and machine gun arms. Someone mess with you? Oh... [He makes a gun with his hand and pew-pew-pew....] Hasta la Vista, baby. But I guess I kinda like my own body, so like this fits me the best. And I can't imagine playing around with metal arms, you need to feel it with your hands. The resistance when you press them... The firmness of the smooth round edges that fits perfectly within your palm.... The sensation when it shakes uncontrollably... [He pauses a moment making a stroking gesture with his hand, eyes out of focus, before coming back with a conclusion.] One of the best feeling in the world! You get it, don't you?

[beatupgrass]

[to be honest. he sort of... zoned out there for a second. also most of his skeleton is metal and a good portion of his nerves are wired now, so... yeeah.]

Yeah. [he chuckles awkwardly, scratching at his neck.] I sure do. [he pulls his hand away from his neck to give it a long, hard look that seems to suggest it has betrayed him in some way.]

[beatemup]

[Sense motive 11, he probably realizes something wrong with Rocket's expression, but he is not an expert in robo-animal sociology.] What? Something wrong with your hand? Doesn't remember the last time you held a controller? [Yup, he was talking about gaming console controller.]

[beatupgrass]

A what?. [He flies REAL spaceships and fires REAL guns, but okay he would probably be all over video games. His ability to trash talk knows no limits.]

[beatemup]

Controller. Gaming controller. What? You never touch a controller before? [His face cringes, showing disbelief like somehow he is seeing a talking raccoon. Oh, wait! He actually is.

He knows that Rocket probably came from weird surrealist world, but seriously? If you can handle an auto-firing gun, you know how to handle a controller.] Don't tell me you never played video games before.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, 'cause I had a lot of time for that with my busy schedule of runnin' from the law, drinkin', gamblin', and takin' bounties. [and he also doesn't really remember if he has or not.] I can do the real thing- why do I need some phony simulation?

[beatemup]

[Oh... Not a really a good idea to call his favorite thing "some phony simulation." Still, it would be silly to get angry at a talking raccoon. (will 10)] Hey! Watch it! I shoot enough people in real life and I still play Battlefield. They're different, games are made with extra fun factor, they emulate real-life cases with more whoosh-es and bangs. Minimum effort, extra blast. I like smashing heads in real life, but games give me the chance to smash lots more heads and without any consequent and much efforts.

The only people who would say games are phonies are the ones who never play them. That's it! I'm taking you to the rec center, right now. I'm gonna teach you the fun of slaying dragons and building empires with just your fingers.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket squints at him with mild suspicion, but the idea of doing all those things without any consequences is appealing. And it's not like he really has much else better to do than build bombs and drink.

This does not mean he's going to take being schooled lightly.]

Okay, wise guy. [he rolls his eyes.] Let's see what you got.

[beatemup]

Great! Game on!

[He takes Rocket to the recreation center and boots up Halo. Enjoy blasting up aliens with lasers and bombs.]