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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] not_the_last 2022-12-15 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassandra hesitates. Draws back to look Erin in the face.

"Is it awful of me?" she asks, so low as to barely be audible over the music. "To ... let people get close to me, when I know I would leave them behind in a moment if the chance presented itself?"
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-15 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that so different from your brother's mercenary career, where he could die at any time?" The question is gentle, oh so gentle. "The shape of the stakes is different, but the consequences are the same. Grief is the high price of love."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-15 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Her lips press together whitely, for the tiniest moment.

("Lady Cassandra, you must come, it's your brother --")

"No," she whispers. "No, I don't suppose it's so very different at all."
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-15 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's no more awful to go than for Percy to lay down his gun. It's not a choice anyone gets to make for you, no matter how much they love or hate you. For the time being you're here. The life you have while that's true should be beautiful."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
She takes a breath, and meets Erin's blindfolded gaze again.

"While that's true," she says, and it feels like a promise.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-16 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Erin's ears twitch in the direction of the stage; the song is winding down, and the dance will have to wind down with it.

It feels like so little time.

"Might I kiss milady's hand?" she murmurs, the playful tone not quite hiding both an eagerness and a nervousness at asking so forwardly.
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2022-12-16 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Warmth wells up somewhere in her chest, and spills over into a smile.

"You may," she murmurs back.
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[personal profile] crushed_pearls 2022-12-16 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Erin raises Cass's hand and bends gently to place a warm and courtly kiss on her knuckles.

She can't hide her delight at all.

"I hope we can dance again sometime," Erin murmurs. "I'd love to learn."