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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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"Yeah... I like to fuck around and find out," a nod. Pratt really is like Nobunaga in that respect. Albeit, from the other angle.

A small laugh. "I don't have to, but I guess I could, I'm not sure how much his shinki usually have for independence from him, so it might be weird for him to go a long time. Or maybe not." A happy hum. "I still want to dance with you, but we'll have to find something not too sexual."

"Yeah. I already know about that." There's another light poke at that. "Which can be mildly problematic, but I still love you."

There's a slight shrug at that. "I know, but I also know you and you're very serious about your duties. So I don't want to keep you from it." There's a smile forming and he moves to kiss him. "Think we can manage a waltz? That's the best I know."

"Yes," A giant sparkling beam, ignoring the previous statement except the love part. "I learned from Austria itself. Not that I've gotten to go there yet. I want to. But they sent me a gorgeous white eagle and I danced with some of their best in my quest to perfect the best humanity has to offer." He's exceptionally proud of this, because he's the only one in all of Japan (in his time, and honestly for quite a few centuries after...) who gives the slightest tiniest fuck about such a thing, and it really was a great expense for something so esoteric!

"They couldn't figure out how to bring pipe organs though. It's the most extravagant thing they have, very European, very Catholic church, Luis Frois was going mad with the logistics to bring one for Japanese cathedrals to spread their culture and tie it to the religion. But impossibly risky to deal with bringing all the way just to demonstrate or for homesickness, despite all the pirates in between us and Europe. Even just getting it to seas would have been tricky with bandits!" A laugh. "I said, bring me blueprints, and I will get Mitsuhide or others on it, but even that is apparently very secretive.
Imagine my surprise when the first similar music I finally heard was... piano from Billy Joel." More laughs! "They built it up so grandiose in my head! I thought it would be like a mountain, and cannon fire, an entire army of gongs of different notes, instead it is all plinky and light like a dulcimer. If I'd known I would have told the missionaries to not worry about European instruments, and just steal the countryside's music for themselves and make them better."

Klaus studies him quietly for a moment, slightly shaking his head. He doesn't know how a white eagle came into play or why there was so much dancing involved. There's a part of their brain that recognizes Luis Frois, but can't remember why. Perhaps it was a school thing?

Either way, the continued rambling about the difficulties of getting a pipe organ and then the mention of the piano being plinky make him laugh. "Trust me, babe. I've seen pipe organs and they are different from a piano. Wish I had the cds to prove it. It's probably not a big deal all the same. I've heard music from all over. It can be one of the cool parts of traveling. Outside of eating the local food. And then whatever sort of night life they have. Clubs and dancing and all that."

Could be! Or Nobunaga probably mentioned him once or twice. Luis Frois was the closest person he could have called a friend in his world.

"Yeah?" Nobunaga perks up! And then beams WISTFULLY about travel! He loves travel. It's his dream. "I always wanted to explore," a quiet happy blush. "Let's do that for both our honeymoon and retiremenent. And just the rest of our existences, okay? I get to cheat though!" A GIANT BEAM! "Because I get to learn music from the future! Although you could ask Tendi for future music, but I'm not sure you'd like it."

"Yeah." Klaus can't help but smile here, taking joy in the blush and the idea of a honeymoon. They have a little blush of their own and there's a nod. "Yeah. It sounds really nice." He reaches out for Nobunaga's hand. "You're cute when you're happy." It's dangerous, but no less true.

They hope they'll always be happy like this. In these little moments. "Shall we dance, then? Just steal a little more time? Then we can check in with the others."

Nobunaga gently nips Klaus' nose in punishment, but gives their hand a small squeeze.

"Okay! Waltz, right? I don't need to check in though. He can feel my happiness, and just call if it's an emergency. I don't think he's stupid enough to avoid it just because I'm happy like this. But if you really think I should I'll send him a text. I don't think he's here now."

"It's still true even when you bite me," he whispers.

That's good, though, because they don't really want to stop being together. "Yes. Waltz. Don't worry. I know both parts, so you can lead!" Since Klaus assumes he does. "And...if he's not here and you don't have to, then...I guess it's fine!"

Oh his gosh... he cannot handle the giant blush that overcomes him at that. "Sh-Shut up...." Waaah...

Nobunaga laughs quietly about Klaus knowing both parts. "Admittedly, I forgot, I do not know how to be led. In anything. At all." So he will have to lead, definitely. But he's very good at it! "You're so elegant. I've always said you move like you're dancing. To actually support you, it feels like we're flying instead. You're not using your power on me, are you?"

“You like it or you’d have told me to fuck off seriously already.” There’s definitely a wink. “But if you ever don’t, just tell me.”

There’s an eyeroll at all of that. “I don’t have any powers. And I wouldn’t use any to trick you into liking me anyway. I want to know you do. For keeps.”

"Shut up," but in spite of the words, there is the exact opposite of force, it's all cuddles and intent meaning stay close, never leave, I love you, never stop talking!

And then Nobunaga laughs! "I meant us flying! I was trying to be romantic!" So much laughing. "Never mind. You're very beautiful. And naturally charming. I wouldn't care if you did use powers like that on me, they wouldn't work. I'm too crazy."

Klaus grins widely, happily staying close. “Love you too, babe.” These are the real heart eyes here.

There’s a snort. “I don’t have that kind of power. Ava’s more of the flying type. Could probably make someone else fly with her.” There’s a small laugh. “You’re not that crazy.” A beat. “And don’t take that as a challenge.”

"Floating then," Nobunaga arched an eyebrow, and then smiled. "Too late~" and quickly starts improvising! Spinning and dipping Klaus, completely blending more modern dances into his previously courtly royal waltz!

Klaus still follows fairly easily, but there’s a little more focus than before. “This is crazy for you?” They shouldn’t be egging him on, but here they are.

More laughs, and Nobunaga improvises his way right out of the waltz, into more of a samurai dance. Though even he has enough tact (mostly because of the others' reactions to him even having it on him at all) to not unsheathe his blade just to show off. But just like that, he pulls Klaus back in, their back to Nobuanga's front, and whispers in their ear, "Remember to keep it decent~" He slides down with Klaus slowly, sensually, but too sexually that neither of them could keep it together (PROBABLY!), and quietly, "Ready?" He's tossed Klaus in self defense demonstration enough, that he knows the weight of Klaus enough to probably do it with muscle memory, but keeping it in time and ALMOST the bounds of a waltz do take his brain a little, so up over his shoulder he moves Klaus, literally ready to improvise solely depending on what his partner (best partner, best friend, best lover!) does and decides to do to continue increasing the chaos.

Klaus' eyes light up just a little as the dance changes, something new and he doesn't know the steps or what he's supposed to do, but it is exciting. There's a laugh at the words as he's pulled back against Nobunaga. This is perhaps why he shouldn't have egged him on. Because the strong desire to kiss their boyfriend exists right now and there's already one couple making out and making it everyone's problem. As he gets thrown over his shoulder, Klaus has to think fast. And they choose levitation and quick.

Nobunaga blinks. It was unexpected! But he is, after all, improvising, so he holds Klaus' hands, crosses them as he does an elegant turn around himself and goes face to face with his partner half waltzing, half still throwing in new things Klaus wouldn't predict either, like more occasional samurai spins!

"And here I thought you were against flying at the same time as dancing." Yeah yeah, not flying, floating.

Klaus giggles a little at the obvious surprise (obvious to him anyway). This is so much more fun somehow. They will easily go with anything, doing their best not to do anything that could end in one or both of them getting hurt.

"Mmm. No. I just said that I couldn't make us both float." But he'll lower himself to the ground. "I love you. So much."

"Yet. What if you get stronger?"

Nobunaga beams like a fucking star ready to outshine Amaterasu herself! Look out sun, he's coming for your throne!! "I love you too!"

He's still being mostly good, shifting back to a waltz, and gently rubbing his nose to Klaus'! "You are the best friend I never knew I was missing. The missing pieces to my puzzled broken heart. Don't say I deserve you, just promise to let me make you happier than anyone else can."

If all it took to fly or float was happiness, then Nobunaga would have been Rudolph being called cute!

"I can't transfer my power, but if I could, I totally would."

That smile warms their heart and the desire to just kiss him and ignore the whole 'couple making out and making it everyone else's problem' thing be a reality. It's fine. "Good."

The shift back into a waltz at least is easier for autopilot. He can't help the little bit of eye watering as Nobunaga speaks again, smile bright. "Well, when you say things like that, I don't think I could ever refuse."

"Nah nah, you can pick me up. Maybe in the future."

Nobunaga somehow beams even brighter at that! "Okay!"

More haiku time! "Konpeito wedding
Colors shining bright are all
Sweets I need with you!"

“I can’t even lift, bro.” This is definitely a joke from the future that Klaus is pretty sure they’ve used before, but with who? Was it also Nobunaga?

Klaus blushes again at the haiku. “And you say you’re not cute.” And then they do kiss him. Onlookers be damned because they love him so much and they’re happy here and now.

It was indeed with Nobunaga. "Is that a movie reference? What's the movie?"

A snort. "I'm n--" but he's cut off by the kiss and instantly kisses back hard, drinking it in, before forcibly grabbing Klaus again, and spinning them back around, guiding them in another dance, nothing like a waltz, still treading the line between sexual, but Nobunaga's libido is shockingly controlled by his emotions, so romance gets to him. He holds Klaus by the stomach and hips, swaying back and forth with him. "So determined to unleash the demon, are you? Perhaps it is you who needs a leash at this rate."

“No. It’s just a dumb internet meme.”

There’s a sound of mild surprise as he’s spun around. “No. But you keep saying these things to me and I can’t help myself. I love you. And you love me and it makes me happy and I just want to kiss you sometimes.”

"The hell is that?"

Oh... Soooooo much blushing. The most quiet tender voice! "I make you happy?" Why does he sound so damn surprised?! He pulls out all the stops, working over the top to do just that! Oh right, because usually he doesn't actually get to see the results of his hard as hell work. Much less enjoy it himself.

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