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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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"I've never heard of that before. Do you... take souls? Like a grim reaper?" That part maybe should concern him more but it oddly doesn't. The mention of shifting, however...
"When you say shift, what do you mean?"
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"I do take souls, similar to a grim reaper, or perhaps an Angel of Death. But I do not serve anyone else in that mission. I only recently rediscovered that I can, so I'm clear on the extent. It's more instinctual, but still under control." For the most part, hopefully.
She takes a breath before continuing, "I can transform into a large Hound at will. It's a total transformation and I am still completely myself. And no, it's not contagious."
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Her admitting she can turn into a literal hound does make him stumble on his next step, but he tries to remind himself about what Bash said, that not everyone here operates the same way as they do in his world. She's not a werewolf, it's just a coincidence.
"My master could turn into a hawk, sometimes. But he always said it was dangerous to do that too often or he might become less himself. But it's not like that for you?"
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"As far as I know. But, I don't have to kill in order to take the energy."
She continues moving smoothly when he stumbles, catching him and continuing as if nothing happened. She had expected those feelings to resurface, especially after his reaction to hearing about Siffleur.
"I keep my sanity when I transform, so there's no reason to worry. I'm not like a werewolf."
She does know that the Hound is not what caused the bloodlust, even if she's not sure what did.
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"I'm really glad to hear that. Um. Someone here already told me not all werewolves work the same way as they do in my home but it's still, I don't know...scary to think about."
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This, unfortunately makes her sound like a vampire-adjacent being. The magic isn't supposed to be used this way, she knows that instinctively, but killing people here isn't exactly an option.
"I think you will find that was is considered evil in your world, is not necessarily the case here. I can be who I am, for the most part, and so can you."
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"What happens if you don't take energy? Will you get weaker?"
Her inclusion of him in that last bit, about being who he is, has his step wavering again. Being who he is means knowing who he is. Without his master to command him, he truly doesn't know his purpose.
"I'm... trying to keep an open mind about that." There. That isn't a lie. He really is.
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She picks up where he falters once again, knowing she is challenging his ability to serve himself.
"That's really all I can ask. I'm not going to demand anything of you."
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"But if you ever need some energy, if you're in trouble or if you need to get stronger, you can take some from me. I won't mind."
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His offer isn't unexpected, but it's genuine. Skulduggery would think it strange that she's managed to collect yet another person willing to offer her their soul. How many of her friends back home would have done the same? She'd been under the impression that they would be afraid and shun her.
"I appreciate that Max. I'm glad you aren't afraid of me."
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"I'm sorry if I'm being too clingy. You just make me feel safe."
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He's not being too clingy, but she's worried about falling for such kindness again. He reminds her of someone. Someone from too long ago to really recall the details.
"I'm glad you feel safe."
might be a nice place to wrap this one?
"You're safe with me too. Just... so you know."
Yes
"I appreciate that too."