A Very Nexus Reception
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smartass_captainTo all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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Date: 2019-12-21 07:23 pm (UTC)Runa's mind is racing, her eyes wide in awe... Until she catches that sigh. She's been surrounded by women long enough to pick up on the tiniest snippets of body language. Something's on his mind. After-wedding jitters, maybe? Gods know she had them!
"I have been! But I really need a break from the dancing." She smiles fondly at Jaylah, Rocket and Groot. "Your DJs are really rolling out the beats."
Then she turns back to Felix, suspicion in her eyes but a playful smile on her lips. "I'm glad of the excuse for a breather."
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Date: 2019-12-21 07:46 pm (UTC)That's all she'll say on that, for the sake of her pride and her stubbornness.
"It's good to see you too," she tells him softly. She does mean it. Jim is possibly the closest friend she has after Harrowheart. As for the mention of the gifts, though, she smirks. "When I asked the Archon for permission to make those books for you it was him who suggested we include his latest writings. He might as well have said he likes you out loud. You must have made quite the impression."
Then she hesitates. "Why would it be the only chance you'd get for a while? We can arrange to meet for coffee, you know."
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Date: 2019-12-21 07:50 pm (UTC)No, she'd much, much rather indulge her curiosity. "Will other daedra notice? Or care? Does it make the conjuration more or less powerful to build a relationship with a single daedra?"
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Date: 2019-12-21 08:25 pm (UTC)He approaches the couple with a smile for both of them. No matter what's happened between them in the past, that's behind them. Literally, in the case of the runeblade slung over his back.
"Jim!" he says a little too loudly. "Felix. You two! I think the hardest part to believe about all'a this is that you both survived long enough for it to happen. Feelin' any different?"
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Date: 2019-12-21 08:34 pm (UTC)The biggest, dumbest farm-boy smile smears itself across his face.
"Harrow!" Much too loud for the distance between them but hey! He's excited! And it's his wedding anyway. Not catching sight of the blade on the knight's back is all the more reason to
stumblehurry over to greet his friend."Y'made it! Felix look!"
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Date: 2019-12-21 08:44 pm (UTC)He'll even be a good gentlemanly host and step in to offer her the seat more out of the wind. "Your company is always a pleasure, but I confess there's something I've been meaning to ask about. Particularly since you mentioned discussing theology with Stratos. Forgive me if it's at all intrusive, but I wondered if you'd be willing to explain some things to me. I've been doing my best to research Earth deities, off and on, for a while now. But there are places where I fear my understanding is lacking, as an outsider. Or that perhaps my sources are misleading."
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Date: 2019-12-21 09:10 pm (UTC)Once she's done settling into her sheltered chair, she blinks at him in surprise. "Really? You want to ask me?" Out of a newly formed habit, she glances around for Viatorus. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to talk to my husband..?"
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Date: 2019-12-21 09:23 pm (UTC)"Our dreams," Adia adds in amusement, causing the Cylon to blush. She takes a sip of her warm drink, then pulls out her PINpoint so that she can show Amelia a few photos from their wedding. Might as well, since they're on the subject. It's obvious that Alex intended for the bride to shine, although Caspar looks very smart in his suit. "My hair, though? That was all Caspar."
"Learned from the best." Caspar nods his head at Amelia.
Adia peeks over at the reception line. "He's going to be busy for a while," she agrees. "I feel like half the Nexus wants to congratulate them. They deserve it, though." After everything they've been through, is the unspoken addition to her sentence.
It's enough to know that Atlantis brought Amelia a little of that feeling. "Hold onto that, if you can," she advises her friend. "It's not often that we get to experience that."
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Date: 2019-12-22 12:40 am (UTC)"It's not a skill one loses without concerted effort," she tells him with a wink. "Once the rhythm is in the bones, it's impossible to be rid of. It might take a few stretches and a few tries to find it again, but I believe you could show up some of the poor fools I've been stepping over easily."
Grinning, she motions to a group of young men speaking to each other in hushed tones by the group of bards. Several of them have removed their shoes to rub at their feet and a few are gesturing wildly as they talk to one another about their attempts to dance with the rogue. To call them hapless wouldn't be wrong, given their various states of frustration. Amelia seems rather proud of herself as she leans back on her hands and exhales a content sigh.
"Really, you'd think Felix's countrymen would be better equipped to handle someone with spirit like mine." She laughs at her own joke and smiles up at Thor. "I feel like I can't be blamed for their current state nearly as much as they might like to think."
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Date: 2019-12-22 12:50 am (UTC)"A lady has to play nice with the host at least a little," she jokes. A wink, and she takes his hand for the next section of the dance. "The bards are playing well, at least, but I haven't seen to any of the games or drinks yet. I suspect they're far more interesting than the chaos being sown here." Chaos she's very proud of, but games of chance and open bars have a tendency to eclipse anything coin can manage on its own.
"Have the proceedings been everything you've been hoping for? Tonight's and yesterdays, I mean." Weddings are serious matters in every culture she's interacted with, so she hopes it's all gone well so far. Teasing of Felix's husband aside, she really does want things to go smoothly for the both of them.
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Date: 2019-12-22 01:34 am (UTC)"We're good for each other." Which isn't what the angel meant, but it's what's on Crowley's mind right now. There's not much space for much else when Aziraphale is so close and showering him with little reminders of his affection. The demon takes another breath and presses his forehead to the angel's for some stability. "Promise we'll be good to each other when we get home?"
It's a question that has to be asked. Crowley knows the answer already (the perks of living together, thank Hell!), but putting it out there will definitely help set the stage when he drops all semblance of propriety the second they're back in their flat. They're going to get quite the workout once they're home and there's no chance of being bothered and Crowley is 110% okay with this.
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Date: 2019-12-22 02:57 am (UTC)"Hardly. A man from our time falling in love with a governor after being noticed while he's been working as a servant in the politician's house like these two?" He shakes his head at the angel. "You're reading too much into these stories, you know." Smut isn't exactly quality fiction, Aziraphale. Vague similarities do not a similar love story make!
Crowley is curious about how the hosting couple met, though. He arches an eyebrow at Jim and slouches against the angel. "Must be more interesting than suddenly coming into existence next to one another." Maybe it can be a story they can borrow when they speak to mortals who aren't able to handle the idea of a demon and an angel who have known each other since The Beginning being in a relationship?
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Date: 2019-12-22 03:21 am (UTC)Ah, but the demon gets his revenge in the form of a lovely flush of his partner's cheeks. He chuckles as he presses a kiss to one of the angel's rosy cheeks before he disentangles himself from around Aziraphale. "As you wish, angel." He'll be kind and not say anything else as he orders the mead, if only to let the angel cool off before he gets back in with another comment to make him all red again.
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Date: 2019-12-22 03:05 pm (UTC)The question causes the angel to blush, a soft smile shining underneath that rosy glow. "My dear. I'd say that's more of an inevitability than a promise."
Any trepidation he might have once had about not enjoying the physical intimacies of a relationship disappeared that first night he and Crowley kissed for hours, tangled up on the couch in the back room of the bookshop. It turns out that he was only waiting for the right person to kiss to enjoy it, and that person happened to be his best friend of over six thousand years. What an amazing turn of events! He'd snort at his own past fears if he wasn't currently contemplating what he and the beautiful demon in his arms would be getting up to once they returned home.
He gives Crowley a kiss for good measure, lips sealed to his. "But we don't have any of these other treats at home," he mock laments. "Best enjoy them while we're here."
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Date: 2019-12-22 04:09 pm (UTC)What he hears is a little confusing, though not for the reasons they might expect. “I thought you were both disir,” he says, but his eye is already lighting up in delight at the thought of a snake who can shift his form, rather than the other way around. “You should’ve said something! I love snakes. Beautiful creatures. My brother doesn’t make a half-bad serpent himself, you know?”
Is it rude to ask why Crowley wants to walk around like a human? Probably. Remember your manners, Thor, if only barely. Still, his mood is visibly brightened by this news, and he makes a slightly crooked salute with his mug before downing a good portion of it, and chasing it down with part of the honey cake.
“So your humans didn’t get licked into existence by a primordial cow, then,” he says with a cheeky grin. Of all the weird stories humans have come up with, that’s one of his favorites. It’s just ridiculous enough for his tastes.
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Date: 2019-12-22 04:17 pm (UTC)He follows her gaze, though, and grins at the sight of men who look a bit danced out. “Of course not. They don’t look like they’d last in a ‘dance-off’.” He pronounces that like it’s a concept he’s still not entirely familiar with.
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Date: 2019-12-22 04:32 pm (UTC)That was a good day, Ultron notwithstanding.
He tunes back in when Kirk starts muttering to himself though, shaking himself free of the memory and leaning forward again a little, raising his eyebrows. “Why not try, and find out?” he says innocently. It won’t work, of course. Not when it’s a person trying to lift it. Automatons like the hypothetical elevator? Perhaps. Stark and Steve had never had time to test that theory before he’d left, casting their doubts on Vision’s worthiness, if he counted as machine or man. For Thor, he has no doubts on the matter. Vision was no mere machine, and if ever an android could have a soul, Vision did.
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Date: 2019-12-22 05:03 pm (UTC)For someone who’s always been more of a dog person than a cat person, he’s coming to be rather fond of the little furballs, quirks and all.
Kirk looks up at the approach of the young man - one of the grooms, he’s pretty sure, though they haven’t been formally introduced. “Oh, it’s no trouble. Tiber, was it?” Gosh, where could a name that that have come from. He smiles, giving the kneazle a fond little rub between the ears. “Was that your idea, or Jim’s?” Still odd to use his own name to refer to another man, but the Nexus is an odd place.
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Date: 2019-12-22 05:18 pm (UTC)Rocket watches from the sidelines, his smile a little watery, not that he’d admit it if somebody confronted him. There was a while where he thought he’d never see his kid dance again, and it still feels like a miracle every time he looks at the treenager. He rubs at his eyes and wipes his fingers clean on his shirt, and watches the two of them. And the man that Groot’s dance partner was with before she abandoned him to frolic with the tree child, who doesn’t look nearly as eager to dance as the other two. Oh, look, how could they have gotten standing so close to each other? A mystery and certainly not deliberate, no sir. Ho-hum. “Not the dancing type, eh?”
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Date: 2019-12-22 05:38 pm (UTC)That settled, he turns back to Thor, about to share more of his and Crowley's first meeting, but this time it's the deity who interrupts with a question of his own. Aziraphale has the benefit of being familiar with Norse mythology, although it takes him a moment to place the comparison. "Oh! Goodness, no." He giggles at the thought. "Completely different pantheon, my dear fellow. It's true that we do -- well, used to, anyway -- use our powers to influence humanity, but it's much more subtle than all that. I'm an angel and Crowley is a demon. A fallen angel, specifically." They are not interchangeable terms in the Nexus, as he has learned recently.
Crowley's kiss and 'as you wish' keep his cheeks rosy until well after Crowley has turned to the bar to fetch them drinks. His eyes light up as Thor mentions his love of snakes. "I have quite the affinity for them as well," he replies, hands clasped together excitedly. "Not only because of Crowley, although he makes a beautiful snake. Glossy black scales and a fiery red underbelly, and the most charming yellow eyes. Simply stunning!"
Better hurry with those drinks, Crowley, Aziraphale isn't going to stop complimenting you until you come back and shush him.
Thor's cheeky question gets another giggle out of the angel. "No, although I always liked that one. God made the first humans simply by willing them into existence. Eden was their home -- a paradise. Unfortunately, eating from the Tree of Knowledge gave them an understanding of good and evil. They were no longer innocent -- or naive, as Crowley would say -- and so they had to leave. But they've done all right for themselves since."
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Date: 2019-12-22 08:38 pm (UTC)Being addressed by someone he didn't know was nearby startles him out of his thoughts. He blinks down at the talking raccoon and flounders a little before finding his words again.
"Oh, um... I... I can dance..." He looks back to Runa, throwing her arms in the air and laughing like nobody's watching. "But not like that. More... formal." He looks back hopefully to his new conversational partner. "Do you waltz?"
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Date: 2019-12-22 11:52 pm (UTC)It's a good thing Felix has a good memory for names and affinities. Caspar really doesn't seem comfortable staying on the subject of gods, although Felix too is a little glad not to dwell on that Halloween. He catches himself glancing back at Jim, thoughts of what the Nightmares put him through coming to the fore. A subject change isn't a bad idea. Albeit one that has him quirking an amused smirk.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure what that is." Not that context and the look on Adia's face aren't very good clues. "Though it sounds more fun than my restorative draughts."
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Date: 2019-12-22 11:57 pm (UTC)"And here I thought he didn't much care for a man without magic presuming to know anything. Or having another man for a partner." He remembers the sour looks he got from that all right. But there had been legitimate conversation so far as Jim's personal research was concerned. Perhaps conversation at all is something he should count himself lucky to have had. It must have worked out enough in his favor, either way. "You can be sure the Durants will be getting a copy of my journals once I've made headway."
Her offer startles Jim visibly from his thoughts. This time, that bright smile is all for Isidor.
"It wouldn't be too much trouble? Here I thought because I was back on the ship it meant no more sparring, and what with both of our work schedules..." He sighs, but in truth with the wedding finally done and settled both he and Felix will have so very much more free time at their disposal. "We'll have to make the time then. I've missed our stress venting sessions."
Getting his ass handed to him, he means.
"I'll warn you, I have been training in the last year."
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Date: 2019-12-22 11:59 pm (UTC)“Pruzah. Your return is welcome.” He shifts on his perch, talons digging into the concrete as he leans closer. A polite distance must always be kept, though they all know that makes little difference when dealing with a dragon.
“You spoke of questions. But I also have questions for you. One of you carries the scent of Taazokaan... of Tamriel.” His head swings gently from Felix to focus on Jim. “But you are of another realm, I think. Where do you come from, wunduniik?”