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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.
sometime after his dance...
Anyway, she's trying not to make a scene, but for a while afterwards, simply glowering ineffectually at the captain can only do so much, and he's not actually the one she's most angry at right now.
That honour goes to Skulduggery. Traitor.
So, at some point when they're both left to their own devices, Rita comes over to him. She even wore the formal dress she received for the sticker party, months and months ago now, but the cheery outfit feels completely at odds with the hurt and anger showing plain on her face.]
...So, what do you have to say for yourself?
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I have very little to say in my defense, and what I would say, you wouldn't believe.
[But she isn't here to listen to his excuses; she's here to give him a piece of her mind, isn't she?]
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Of course not! You've been...fraternizing with the enemy, and now that you can't hide it anymore, you admit you're a traitor!
[All their previous conversations of reaching for hope and happy endings? Oh, they're coloured so differently in her eyes now.]
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No, Rita. I am not a traitor. If I were, I wouldn't have accepted the dance. I would have scoffed, argued, and possibly attacked him, so that you would think I was as angry at him as you are.
[He gestures pointedly to the glowering teenagers lurking on the edge of the party, because they are definitely there and definitely lurking!]
This suspicion and fear wouldn't do me any good if I'd been lying to you this entire time.
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But you have been lying this whole time. You've totally become his plaything, and now you're trying to drag us all down with you--every time we spoke, you were just--you were already hiding it.
[It takes effort to keep her volume at conversational levels, seen in the tight curling of her fingers against her forearms and heard in her strained voice.]
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[Despite how easy it would be to get frustrated at Rita, he's in too good a mood to let it get to her the way it might otherwise. He doesn't play the game of "who's playing who" simply because he knows she won't understand the sincerity behind the joke.]
I told you the truth every time we spoke. That I don't want to fight. That I believe there is something in him worth saving. That I know he's capable of change. None of it has been untrue, and I made no effort to deceive anyone. In fact, whenever somebody was inclined to ask, I told them directly what was happening. [Which means, yes, Rita. Other passengers already knew. Technically, this was never really a secret.]
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[This isn't the first time she's been betrayed, but the worst part is that it always hurts, just as badly as it did the first time. And maybe it's because she's been hurt like this before that she keeps going.]
I should've known--it was no use trusting someone like you in the first place!
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But there is something there he would like to unpack, as he tilts his head curiously.]
Someone like me?
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Don't play dumb! Someone like you--you lied before, too, when you threw yourself off that cliff with him. Don't tell me you were already playing his game back then!
[Trying to keep her voice down is starting to fail; her volume is just about growing to a shout at this point.]
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How was I lying then?
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Of course you already forgot, huh? Fine! You know what? I don't care! Especially not about you!
[Look how much she doesn't care! Look how logical and not at all emotional she's being here!]
See if I care when he takes you apart one piece at a time, right before he does the same to the rest of us!
[SEE, SHE DOESN'T CARE. She cares so little she's going to stomp off!! And totally not look his way for the rest of the party! (Okay, maybe she shoots him a glower once or twice.)]
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Wait.
...OOOOOOHHHHH.
Whoops. That's right. Definitely told her he wasn't going to die and then definitely went out and died. In his defense, he thought she knew he was lying when he sid it!!
Yeah, he's just going to avoid her glares for the rest of the night. Oops!]