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César Salazar ([personal profile] pineapplesalmon) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2022-12-11 07:21 pm

10th Contraption: Mawwiage

Who: John Watson, Johnny Summer, and César Salazar with Rich Goranski, Fio, and Honoria Crabb AND YOU Oh god why are weddings like this
What: The throuple getting married by... the Captain?!
When: December 11th at 7pm
Where: John's
Warnings: I believe in us! But for now, nothing.


SEATING

John's has been transformed, the seating up front rearranged in rows towards the center dias with an aisle down the middle, the piano moved off to one side. The buffet for later can be seen off to the other. Decorations taken from Spirit Halloween appear here and there–flowers taken from cavalera flower crowns, sun and moon candlestick holders from the tarot collection, festively colored tablecloths draped down the walls like curtains or banners. A sign near the entrance says "seat yourself", although the front row on one side is reserved with a ribbon across the backs.

What can't be seen is who is officiating. Or the husbands, but at least that part makes sense. The dais is empty.


THE CEREMONY

As one of the few traditions in this wedding, music announces the start of the ceremony. Rich strolls in first, trying to look professional even if he’s clearly shaking a bit as he holds the small pillow with the rings laid on it. At least he’s dressed quite smartly, Johnny ensuring his red suit is wrinkle free and his cuff links are set in place. Fio, in a winged black dress and flowery headdress, follows after the ring bearer, adorning the path with paper petals as she moves along.

The first husband to be down the aisle is none other than Johnny, in a smart charcoal grey suit with a goldenrod pocketsquare, gold jewelry, and a wreath of orange blossoms on his head; and accompanied by Honoria Crabb in her perfectly tailored black tuxedo, worn with black gloves and a white bow tie. Watson and César take up the rear, arms linked together. César is wearing an equally fancy suitcoat with his tie held in place with a ruby and silver tie pin, and Watson is wearing an officer’s dress uniform, with the sword and without the helmet, and also his good cane. All three husbands-to-be are wearing green carnation boutonnières.


AFTER PARTY

It's time to eat, dance, and party!

The seating has been rearranged for sitting at tables around the "dance" floor. Food from Windjammer has been placed on some tables for a buffet. There’s a selection of fancy cheeses and crackers, sushi, premade sandwiches, and salad with dressings on the side. For dessert, to one side there’s a table with cupcakes, cookies, and chocolates arranged in a heart. On the bar are a couple bowls of punch (including one explicitly labeled as non-alcoholic) made by Johnny ahead of time, because he's been forbidden to bartend his own wedding, much to his deep chagrin.

There’s a space set just off the dancefloor for musicians who wish to perform, the usual John’s piano (bribed into behaving with a whole pan of beef brisket from the buffet) off to one side.
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-07 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
“Does that mean Yuuki’s favorite color is neon orange?” This is probably a joke, but even tipsy, Palamedes delivers the question with a thoughtful seriousness that makes it hard to tell. “Back home, each House has its own colors, and the finery to match. That’s not to say someone from the Seventh can’t wear red, but in certain circumstances, it can mean quite a lot.”

His gaze continues to roam the room, and after a few more moments he spies yet another well-dressed partygoer: Max Maximum. “I danced with him earlier.”

Pal maybe sounds just a little bit smug about this.
hellonspectacles: (He was made lovely)

[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-07 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, some hind-brain sense tells Pal to keep a hold on Clarke’s hand, and he lets her guide him through the crowd like an obedient toddler or a puppy on a lead. “People say my eyes are pretty,” he says, glomming on to the topic of relative beauty. “They think I don’t know, but it’s obvious, really, and even if it wasn’t, people tell Cam. And she tells me. She says they’re my secret weapon, but I think my secret weapon is my razor-sharp wit and catlike reflexes.”

Unfortunately, he immediately ruins the delivery of his own joke by bursting into giggles.
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[personal profile] bubblegumheart 2023-01-08 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I try not to say mean things because I know how much it hurts to hear them," she admits. Unfortunately, the mean things Chrissy is accustomed to hearing were generally coming from the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally. Laura Cunningham apparently never got the memo.

"That's okay. Most people aren't just one thing, you know. I know we don't know each other very well yet, but I bet you're not as bad as you're making it sound."
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-08 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
No, no, no, no, no. Do not apologize for questions! Questions are the center of all academic inquiry!

[yeah, have we mentioned he’s drunk?]

Necromancers can sense thanergy and thalergy. We’re our own barometers! [he beams, pleased at his metaphor] There are theorems we can use to determine levels numerically, though that’s only necessary in research situations.

Mmm, it’s all about genetics on the Sixth. We have a limited gene pool, so procreation is decided through strict consanguinity tables.
hellonspectacles: (his eyes were a perfectly lambent grey)

[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
“That sounds about right,” says Palamedes with a nod. “I can’t say I’m close to any of them, but we have all been on the Serena Eterna for nearly nine months. This place has a way of making people feel like compatriots regardless.”
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[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-01-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Third glass.

"It does feel like we are all in this together, even though I haven't been here long. Bonds by necessity I suppose."

At least the wedding is nice so far.
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[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-08 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
“Like I said, good engineering,” Palamedes answers brightly. “The Library is in orbit, so we’re inherently protected, and we have had ten thousand years to perfect the ideal method for shielding the people, technology, and collections from radiation.”

He sips his drink. “We’re very good at preserving things on the Sixth.”
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[personal profile] skaikru 2023-01-08 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
This moment isn't entirely dissimilar to clutching his hand and hauling him up flight after flight of stairs in the middle of a violent sea storm. Except in that the ground is only undulating underfoot for one of them, and is thankfully so, so flat. Palamedes laughs, and that's always a lovely sound, but Clarke's little distracted by trying to wind him through tables, chairs, and other wedding patrons to keep the ego of those catlike reflexes intact.

"Hm," she hums back without really looking back at him. No need to look to remind herself how pretty those eyes are, still an unnamed shade of grey and fondly remembered for how they'd gleamed in the mixed shades of desert sunlight and Rover shadows back at the diner excursion. "Combine all three, you make a formidable enemy. Watch out for the table —"

They will, eventually, make it to the door of John's and the edge of the wedding festivities. Light and music spill into the Promenade, but it's relatively muted out of the party proper and languishes into distant ambiance the further they get towards the elevator.
hellonspectacles: (It's a grayer house I worry about)

[personal profile] hellonspectacles 2023-01-08 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
"...How many talking constructs have you met, Ninth? No, no," he waves his hand, "don't answer that question. I'm too drunk to hear it."

Palamedes manages to raise his chin up enough to prop it only his elbow, and he giggles. "Now that's one science experiment I won't approve of." He frowns faintly. "We've had enough death, anyway."
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[personal profile] skaikru 2023-01-08 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Highlighter yellow," she corrects with ease. It's an assumption, not all friends sit down and chart out each others likes and dislikes, all the important ones have always come to light on their own between her and Natsuno. Or been discovered together (clowns, fucking clowns and moon freaks, man). Though, after a pause... "Maybe auburn red."

You know. Like Rita Mordio's hair. Clarke's a good friend, though, and this is as much a hint as she gives Pal about the other little relationship blossoming in their group. But moving right along...

She tracks his gaze across the party and fixes on a well dressed stranger. The dance itself she'd missed, probably outside the main doors plotting and bitching with Steve Harrington, and something about that smugness in Palamedes' tone makes her wish she hadn't. Slowly, Clarke scans back to watch his profile and tilts her head in thought. Is she... jealous? It takes all but a second to come to the conclusion of: decidedly not. No room left in her chest cavity for that particular emotion, and absolutely no desire to harsh on Pal's pride. If anything, good for him.

And good for her, an easy avenue of teasing. An eyebrow arches, and for the first time since another public dancing spectacle, the corner of her mouth twitches up.

"Good dance?"
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[personal profile] thefreak 2023-01-09 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ At least Eddie does have Steve, so it's not completely bad. And they're in a place where he and Steve can slow dance openly in the middle of the venue without worrying about being harassed.

Still, it doesn't help him miss his other friends any less, or keep him from wondering how they made out through the rest of Vecna's assault on Hawkins.

Once Eddie is confident that he managed to get the guitar into the right tuning, he tossed his head back, towards Rich and gives a quick nod.
]

Let's melt their fucking faces off. [ With a manic grin and a twinkle in his eyes, we wants for Rich to count them off. ]
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[personal profile] myagic 2023-01-09 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"So you keep saying," she huffs impatiently--like, okay, learning that they have a library in planetary orbit is seriously kind of wild, even fascinating, but the way he keeps bragging at how good they are is getting on her nerves...

"So do you actually know how it's done or are you just going to sing their praises all night?"
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2023-01-09 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, they are sweet. But if you make them right they aren't too sweet. You want to be able to taste the different flavors in them too, like strawberry or lemon." He's trying to hold himself back because if he really gets started they might be there for days.

"Samurai Pratt? You mean...Deputy Pratt?" Yes, they've met. Intimately.
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[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2023-01-09 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"What is too sweet?" Fight him. That's not a thing that exists. His favorite candy tastes of nothing but pure sugar though.

"Yes. He's my samurai. Deputies usually are like samurai to daimyo, and the daimyo are like sheriffs. Daimyo are lords," a serious nod! "And he is a type to do better with taking directions from someone, I'm sure you understand."
Edited 2023-01-09 02:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2023-01-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Am I?" Max seems surprised by that, considering he'd spent the first day here panicking and crying about how he couldn't find his master. Thankfully, he's had a lot of very nice people talk him down and explain the situation to him.

"It helps that so many people here have been nice to me. At home, I don't really have any friends so I'm enjoying the opportunity to make some while I can."
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[personal profile] astrogator 2023-01-09 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He is a delight and she grins at his perspective on the questioning. She knew it had sometimes been a bit much during her training on the Tradelines, and here there's the risk of diplomatic errors, but if that's his attitude, Ari thinks maybe she won't go wrong.]

You're going to regret telling me that someday, Master Warden. [Teasingly] You'll have more questions than you know what to do with. Like... [she tilts her head] what use is there for this energy? Can you manipulate it, use it as a power source?

[His point about genetics sounds completely reasonable to her.] It can be like that on the smaller colonies. If you're measuring your population base in the thousands, you've got to be careful about it. Although it does suggest a degree of isolationism, so - you can have a child with someone from a different House, but your people prefer endogamy?
ss_buttcrack: (soft look)

thanks! End~

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2023-01-09 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's a good start, anyway. Talking about it." Maybe being the responsible one will be good for Klaus too. He's not saying that out loud, though.

"Probably. On that note, I think I'll catch up with you more later. I gotta figure out where my disaster of a boyfriend got off to." Said with much affection. Surely, they get it.
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2023-01-09 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Get used to it, Arthur. You're making Crichton feel younger just by virtue of acting like a flustered teenager.

"There is." He grips Arthur's hand and squeezes. "It's hard to explain but... we have a concept called Time Dilation. The really simplified version is that we took a clock to space and it was set to the exact same time as one left on Earth. And yet, the one in space moved slower than the one on Earth. It wasn't by a lot. But the problem is, the faster your velocity in space, the more dramatic the time difference. I have no idea how fast I was going inside that wormhole. I have no idea how that effects me relative to Earth's passage of time. For all I know, what feels like three years in space could be ten years on Earth. I'll never know until I get there."
ss_buttcrack: (narrow eyes)

okay with winding this one down?

[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2023-01-09 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You said it, not me." He wasn't really aiming to insult her anyway, or he actually would have just said it.

"Here's hoping I get the pleasure one day. Just as long as I'm not on the bad end of your teeth."
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Yep

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2023-01-09 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Someday."

She glances around, looking for her next conversation.

"I'll see you around, Crichton, enjoy the rest of the wedding."
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[personal profile] tempingainteasy 2023-01-09 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
For all April hates babysitting kids after one front desk and retail job too many, they do smile a little seeing the kid entranced by future technology.

"Yeah, sure is! You can drag your finger around to scroll or trace the words, and - look, here's the tutorial level, you'll figure it out." April says, and guides the weird kid to the first levels of the game, and from there he should be good to go, so April gets back to leaning against the doorway and keeping one eye on the kid and one on the wedding.
maximumcake: (wary)

okay to wrap this one up now?

[personal profile] maximumcake 2023-01-10 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you're one of those, huh?" The kind of person who likes their frosting to taste like eating a sugar cube. Max is judging a little.

"I guess that does make sense. Glad he's got someone who can give him a sense of purpose, in that case."
konpeito_aji: (Ruthless)

Yup yup!

[personal profile] konpeito_aji 2023-01-10 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"One of whats?" He is absolutely that type. Although he also loves poprocks. Surprising no one probably.

"Sounds like you're the same way. Don't get too lost, Max Imum. If you need directions, call on me, I'll find something." From Nobunaga that's not flirting, though given the issue he had with Pratt, it probably seems like it.
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[personal profile] firewalled 2023-01-10 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He is certainly... not the most observant person out there. Especially since he's all wound up from the festivities. He's probably noticed the ring once or twice and wondered if it could be a wedding band, but you know. Not like his dad still wore his ring.

The question immediately gets his face to go bright red, and he flounders about for way too long for it not to be suspicious.]


Oh! Um, well, I mean, who said I got the rings?
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[personal profile] firewalled 2023-01-10 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah... well. Sometimes you hear enough awful things that you have to tell them to someone else, so you feel like you're worth something." Walter Goranski also never got the memo when it came to unconditional love. Chrissy just seems to have handled that a bit better.

He shrugs awkwardly. "It's... a long story. I don't want to pile a bunch of my baggage on you. Especially since it's pretty weird. Like really contrived sci-fi story full of plot holes weird."