10th Contraption: Mawwiage

[pineapplesalmon]

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.

Comments

[lightconductor]

Watson laughs, in delight and amusement and sheer, unadulterated joy. "I will have to, yes, although I do find dancing with either of you to be something of a rush all by itself. Even a very dignified waltz is likely to set my head spinning."

For a moment he squeezes Johnny closer as they dance. "I am as besotted as a silly schoolboy."

[businessorlibation]

"Silly schoolboys don't get to do the kinds of things we're going to do when we get back to our cabin." That's a wicked, wicked promise, before Johnny claims a soft, sweet kiss, one much more innocent than that comment really calls for.

[lightconductor]

He chuckles a little during that kiss, bringing a hand to the side of Johnny's face for a moment before returning it to his back. "We do. There are benefits to getting old, after all. As lovely as this evening is, I look forward to it being just the three of us."

[businessorlibation]

"I know what you mean. But it's good, to see everyone gathered like this, having as much fun as possible. The musicians are impressing me, particularly. There ought to be more collaboration between them. I think. The variety of instruments and styles..."

[lightconductor]

He laughs again, a low, deep rumble. "It's a bit chaotic, but it's also the most lovely music I can imagine, right now. You know," Watson lets his voice drop a bit, into a soft tone that won't carry past the two of them, "on the rare moments I ever thought of remarrying, not a single detail I imagined has turned out to be correct. I think I like that."