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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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Though, she should really go talk to Siffleur about it. Perhaps they can even be...acquaintances. In a non-deadly fashion.
"Friday certainly works fast if no one noticed the blood."
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Crabb takes a swig of her drink and rubs at her face. "Jeezus, that Siffleur bloke and fights to the damn death... why outside the bridge, though? Doesn't sound like it was a threat, and I don't think it would've worked even if it was."
Beat. "How strong are you that you dragged a body all the way to the bridge?"
She guesses pretty strong, considering the whole fight against Erin thing, but...
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A terribly weak excuse, but that's all she's got. Valdis looks down at herself and the dress, then back up at Crabb with a sly smile.
"I'm much stronger than I look, but I also don't always look like this."
A beat.
"I also didn't drag him, I carried him. In my teeth. Because I'm a Hellhound"
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Long beat. Processing.
"...right, you sure did say that didn't you." And Erin said that guy running around setting her up with people implied there was some dog thing going on... look, she's a detective but she's also only human she loses thoughts. "Though the 'hound' bit sorta takes the wind outta the sails of the cats thought, there."
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"Hounds are not dogs, Crabb. We don't lose intelligence or decision making processes when we shift, just our weaknesses. I'd show you, but now is not the appropriate time and I'm playing nice if you recall."
She's not ruining this dress just to mess with her fellow detective.
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"I was joking. But, point taken. Look, my world— I won't say it's as boring as they can get, 'cause we've got our fair share of weird science, but that's it. Weird science. No transformations. No magic. Even not takin' into account every individual world, the boat's... everything, is a constant..." She nods her head to the side, "learning experience, let's say that. With everyone's worlds, well. You can imagine."
Dating someone magical honestly only makes that more true.
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Which is both nice and slightly terrifying.
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"You ain't the first person I've heard say that, actually." Erin being the other one, that might be obvious. "So I don't doubt it, but. Within a couple weeks of getting here I made it to the last day of a death game with someone who could, and did, crush my heart inside my chest and someone who I think brought the damn moon down on a guy so, like."
She just makes a vague sweeping motion with her hand. Scales of out of your depth here.
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Once again, Valdis is glad she has arrived after the Captain's supposed change of heart. There's still time for him to disappoint her and others though.
"I've had my heart torn out, it's not pleasant."
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"Less impressive than you think, I got shot in the first hour or so and got lucky that no one found me after that until the end."
Less luck, more she knew how to hide and stay out of danger when she really needs to. Not a skill she actually exercises often, as someone prone to throwing herself into danger, but...
"But, yeah. It ain't fun. First death here, one of the two I remember. Ain't looking to repeat the performance any time soon and luckily the one who did it ain't either."
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"Well, toast to tonight and to happiness for the grooms. May there be no murder until after the celebrations have ceased."
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Crabb raises her glass to meet the toast. "And hopefully a while after that, besides."
Not that she's particularly holding her breath. She's not sure they've ever actually made it through a month without at least someone dying...
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