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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.
cacophonish: MISC, B&W (misc07)

drink!

[personal profile] cacophonish 2022-12-14 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey there, Klaus! Jeff's playing a game of: can one survive on nothing but cupcakes and alcoholic punch for a night (without throwing up) and so far, he's wining.

Which is to say: he hasn't thrown up yet. Here he is with another cupcake, coming by the drink table.

"Oh, yeah, I'll take anything. Punch or... you know, I mean, if you wanna make something... Surprise me?"

Also:

"Your suit looks so soft, man. Can I pet it?"
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[personal profile] busball 2022-12-15 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
Klaus laughs a little. He's about to make him something to drink when he is asked about his suit. That seems a little odd, but sure. It's probably the alcohol, the sugar, the general party vibe, or a mixture of any of these.

"Yeah, buddy. You can pet it." They wink to punctuate it. "I'd say if you wanted to touch me all you had to do was ask, but...you just did." This is all teasing. Nobunaga would probably be in a mood about it, but they are a flirtatious idiot anyway.

"How many cupcakes have you had tonight?"
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2022-12-15 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, man, he just likes velvet! There's really nothing more to it than that; he'd be petting suits if he were stone cold sober. Jeff reaches out to pet Klaus's shoulder and bicep, smiling at the feel of velvet, before he has to pause and think on that question.

"Oh, uh, I haven't been counting. They're just so good, man." And then, in an effort to seem classy and sophisticated, he adds, "And they totally pair with the punch."

Like he's talking about wine and cheeses here.
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[personal profile] busball 2022-12-17 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Klaus is here to tease every single person that has ever decided to be their friend. Welcome to the adventure.

"That's fair. I mean, I know I've had probably more than is strictly necessary. Oh well!" They don't joke about getting someone to kill them if they get fat this time. At least that's an improvement, right? "Ha. I mean, sure. If you need a ride home, let me know. If I'm not super drunk, I can probably levitate you back."
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2022-12-18 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Blink. Blink blink.

"Levitate? Like... flying?"

YOU CAN FLY??
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[personal profile] busball 2022-12-18 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Klaus laughs.

“Yeah, but no. Like Ava can fly fly. I just…” He picks up his feet and hovers there in place. “It’s very slow moving, but if people pull me around, I can move faster.”
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[personal profile] cacophonish 2022-12-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeff watches as Klaus begins to lift up, brows lifting, totally impressed. "Whoa. Like a velvet balloon..."

Siiigh.

"I bet that's so relaxing, dude. Like floating on a river."
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[personal profile] busball 2022-12-18 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
“It’s pretty good,” they agree, smiling a little. It’s made it easier not to have a seat anywhere. Or like have to think. And sometimes he just lays back and stares at the sky. Or the room.

Or tests how well he does during sex and then almost falls to the floor. But that’s not important.

“Wanna sit in my lap for a minute? See how it feels? You can.”