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come_sailaway2022-12-11 07:21 pm
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Entry tags:
- be more chill: rich goranski,
- bioshock: jack,
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- critical role: cassandra de rolo,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- generator rex: césar salazar,
- generator rex: six,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- heaven officials blessing: shi qingxuan,
- identity v: helena adams,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- lavender jack: honoria crabb,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- malevolent: arthur lester,
- murderbot diaries: murderbot,
- nier reincarnation: fio,
- original: april caouette,
- original: jeff calhoun,
- original: siffleur,
- original: valdis,
- original: ylva wolfsdottir,
- overwatch: bastion e54,
- sherlock holmes: john watson,
- skulduggery pleasant: skulduggery,
- stranger things: chrissy cunningham,
- stranger things: eddie munson,
- stranger things: steve harrington,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the locked tomb: palamedes sextus,
- the umbrella academy: klaus hargreeves,
- westworld: maeve millay
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.
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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Apparently I'm a bad judge of men, so no comment. Happy for you, though, [ She guesses, or at least it's the polite thing to say. Even if she's still bitter about the situation with Undine and quietly despising anyone in a happy relationship. ]
Been a weirdly short couple of months. 'n now it's almost Christmas and everything.
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Mmn, they really stack them in toward the end of the year, don't they? And then there's Fio and Skulduggery's and Maximilien's and Izzy's birthdays all approaching... [a distressed little sigh, at least the sundries gifts have taken off most of the burden of that for her! which is the greatest gift for Ava of all, less anxiety.] I swear if anyone else asks me what to get for any of them... [an annoyed flicker of her gaze toward Erin.]
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[ Darcy's gaze follows Ava's over to Erin, and she doesn't look back as she says- ]
She's not trying to get gifts for people, is she? Bordel de merde, please tell me it at least wasn't for me.
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Nothing about you came up, no. I think she was only using my known connections. [and it's not like much of anyone would associate the two of them.] At first it was just Fio. Obviously she deserves a nice holiday, I'm not looking to be overprotective and control who can be nice to her.
But then she wanted to get something for Maximilien? After talking to him once? [keeping her voice low, not wanting to cause a scene at a relatively otherwise calm wedding.] Made me uneasy. Not like I know her or her motives, but when I tried to express that to her...
Why, she try doing that to you too?
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[ But this is a nice wedding or whatever so she shrugs, looking over the rest of the crowd. ]
Why, what'd she do?
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And then she got mad at me, said she was scared of me. Tried to bait me into saying my problem with her was the slaver thing. Which obviously I'm not comfortable with, but wasn't relevant to my actual complaints. Except now it is because how she tried to make me seem like I'm unreasonable about that? [crosses her arms, looks uncomfortable.]
And so I left, told her not to try that again, thinking at least she'd know better. Except then she took the stuff I dropped, and left it at my door. What am I even meant to do with that? When she so clearly ignored my boundaries again... ugh back in the viking days I'd have just killed her and put her head on a spike as a warning to anyone else but instead I have to be polite about it.
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[ Darcy remembers, again, she's at a polite wedding and lowers her voice, although it carries the same urgency as it did at her full volume. ]
Did the exact. Same. Thing. To me. We had an argument because something something she doesn't think I should be 'a warrior' or whatever and then she shows up at my door dumping her fucking armour on me like 'well a warrior needs her armour'. Like- how the fuck am I meant to take that? Jesus Christ.
[ Ah the sweet relief of communally bitching about someone. ]
Why was she even scared of you? Like- I know you're a badass but I'm not scared of you, what the fuck?
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Wait. So I hoped maybe she just hadn't encountered somebody that didn't appreciate that tactic before to not know how manipulative it came across, and that she'd at least learn. But you're telling me she's... [glance around to make sure they're not disturbing the otherwise happy occasion.]
Yeah I was told she's been trying to pawn off that armor, like anyone wants anything to do with her legacy. [wrinkle of her nose.] Didn't know you were the one that rejected it. But there she goes again, thinking she has some sort of authority over... [doesn't want to bring up Undine. she supports both girls pursuing the lifestyle they feel best suited for themselves, even if it's sadly driven a wedge between them.
she does preen slightly at being considered a badass, though. she doesn't mind acknowledgment that she's dangerous, she just doesn't like the implications of her being some sort of active threat specifically against a woman she barely knows.]
Right? Some sort of weird attempt to flip the whole thing on me, and she was shaking by the end of it. For somebody who announced in front of the entire theatre to kill her, she can't handle the thought of me asking her to back off?
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Over fucking everyone, [ She huffs in agreement, the memory of how the issues with Undine started fresh in her memory. ]
You know she asked me the same thing? She dumped her whole everything on me once and was like 'if you think I don't deserve to live then murder me in my bed every morning'. Like, what the fuck? And this is a woman who took out my knee and punched me in the fucking head once at training, like- even if I thought that was in any way my fucking choice to make, was I really meant to think she was going to just lie there and take it? It's something she told me actually- when she was being a pirate slaver or whatever, she used to play the victim on purpose. So people would try and save her and bam- the rest of her crew would fuck them up.
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but her gaze returns sharply to Darcy as she recounts her own experiences, and Ava's expression grows far more disturbed.]
That's... messed up. No offense, Darcy. But you're... far too young to shoulder the responsibility for her past, to be expected to be the one to hold her accountable. Asking that of you... it's gross. As if pushing us into personally punishing her is somehow a way to earn forgiveness. With the gameshow, it felt more like a show to gain sympathy.
Even the Captain... he won't even speak to her. That's what she complained to me about when we first met. But he told me... somebody like that doesn't feel remorse. And I think he's right.
And I think you're right too. That's all that this is. Her acting the part of a redemption arc, but not for one moment do I trust her.
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[ And she does still wonder about it. It does still plague her mind sometimes. A story like that sort of has to, digging into her thoughts like brambles. ]
I squared things with her a while back hoping it would get her to leave me alone, and it did, but I'm wondering if that was the right decision. If she's using polite bullshit like you said. I mean, I don't give a fuck what she or anyone thinks of me, it would just suck.
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And I'm sorry if I used to treat you like... your dislike of me was a threat to my own relationships. [a small glance away.] I know I'm an adult and all, but... you know. [the whole isolated childhood assassin thing that she'll imply rather than say aloud since that'd just be a reminder of the time Darcy said she was jealous.] These are still my first friends. I like to think I've listened and learned, through all my failed communications.
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[ Darcy shakes her head, ] don't worry about it. It's not like I've been the easiest to get along with or anything. I've never had friends. And the only adults I used to hang out with back home kind of had to, so. I hope I'm becoming a better person, too.
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Think the important part is that you're making a genuine effort, yeah? It's hard to let go of all the ways we protect ourselves from the fucked up circumstances of our lives. It's hard for me to physically want to be here, right now... But I'm glad I've pushed through it. And through our various disagreements.
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[ Weird, but anyway. ]
Mm. It's a choice to try and be less of a bitch all the time. And it's an easy choice. Or at least, it's gotten easier to choose it. I am glad I know you, ehn?
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Hah, some days it's a difficult choice for me. You know how annoying some of these people are? But I'm glad we're on the same side of all this. Even if it's not really the... ah, popular one.
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[ A shrug at the mention of Peter's intervention. If it's settled, then it's settled, but Darcy gets the feeling it won't be the end of this. ]
Oh some of them are the worst. Literally the worst, [ She agrees right away. The sentiment gets a more considered nod, however. ]
Doesn't need to be popular to be the right way forward. Even if it was just you and me and Skulduggery, I'd still be behind it. Some things are too true not to believe in.