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A Very Nexus Reception

To 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

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Age has not lessened the impact of the eyebrow raise Spock offers the mage when he comes blundering forth on the heels of...well, the strangest lupine this Vulcan has ever laid eyes on. Is it translucent? He can see the fire right through the beast. Nevertheless it does not appear to be hostile so there is no immediate panic to get up and protect his bond mate.

"You must be Felix." Not a man Spock has met in person, but someone both men here have heard of. The elderly Vulcan gestures between the kneazle and the spectral wolf. "I was not aware you were in the habit of collecting strange and singular creatures. Does this one have a name, as well?"

"A fascinating line of query. I have not met an individual who hailed from the Nexus originally, it is true. But my sample size is far too small to speculate that No One is originally from this place."

It's not often that Spock gets the chance to come out here, after all. This is more of Jim's area of personal research.

"It is unfortunate that your people had to be put through such circumstances. Have you come to the Nexus seeking asylum in the wake of this?"

Now that definitely sounds like something Hermione would do. Setting herself up a magical algorithm to help her in her work. Math remains, at least, one of the things they can both find common ground in.

"Anyone you've worked with before? That can help make the transition easier too."

An astronaut and an ancient Roman, huh? That rather hits the nail on the head doesn't it? Toss in the existence of actual Magic and that may as well be...are he and Felix a trope now? Is that what just happened here? There are trashy romance novels about this? Too bizarre. Jim stifles a nervous sort of chuckle. Crowley's addition to the plot is at least so far out of right field by comparison that Jim relaxes quite a lot more.

"Well, I don't know about that. Felix and I were introduced by an old friend of mine at a holiday party in the Nexus. Everything else...we sort of just kept running into each other and never stopped." His shrug is a bit helpless. This is the PG-13 version of how they met, of course, so most of the story here is being omitted. Jim's choice in Halloween costumes included.

"I'm uh." He holds out a hand to shake. "Jim Kirk, by the way. It's nice to meet both of you. What sort of world do you originate from, if it wouldn't be rude to ask. Is it an Earth?" Certainly a lot of people do seem to hail from some form or another of it.

"A völva," she tells him, reflexively offering him the word to add to his vocabulary. Then she pauses, a hesitant smile coming back to her face. "Well, I suppose if you're asking about the Norse pantheon, I suppose I would be the person to ask. I work with them as Viatorus works with his own gods."

It seems strange to be the expert again. Strange, but nice.

"I don't call on the Thor or Loki that are here in the Nexus, but I'd be happy to tell you anything you like about the mythology from my own world."

Unlike that night in the tower, no one is getting Mjolnir to so much as budge. At the very least, Jim Kirk sure isn't. Were he sober he might actually be upset by this. By someone looking like his father carrying a magical artifact all but screaming at Jim that he isn't worthy of whatever Thor is. But this far into his cups Jim isn't thinking about any of that and likely won't recall much come morning. It's a small blessing for both of them.

"Here, pick up th'drinks so nothing spills." Thor won't need to do that if Jim can't budge the table either but the human is trying to be polite and practical despite the drink in him.

"Right. Okay. Here goes noth--!" Oof! A whole lot of huffing, puffing, and probable sore back muscles in the morning later and the table hasn't so much as twitched. Both Hammer and now table may as well be one cohesive concrete statue so far as Jim is concerned. "Wh...what the fuck?"

He saw Thor carrying it simple as anything. It can only be So Heavy, right? R-right?

"Okay, so what if...what if I found a two-by-four and wedged it under the table leg to make a lever. Still no good? How many things do I have to set up before something autonomously moves that goddamn hammer?"

“You can smell it on me?” Jim doesn’t deny that he isn’t of Felix’s world. Not here, he has no reason to hide his identity within the Nexus. But he’s shocked that Paarthurnax can tell so easily by scent alone that Jim isn’t of the same world. And yet it’s true. Ground into him are smells nothing like Tamriel. The faintest whiffs of coolants, the nearly sterile smell that air scrubbers leave in their wake, of artificial chemicals that make up his soaps, of coffee. And utterly lacking are the scents of any kind of magic save for the band around his finger. Jim casts a glance toward his husband in case this was some kind of Obvious thing that Felix was well aware of this whole time. The man is a conjurer after all and his familiar knows Jim Kirk's scent all too well by now.

To a creature of scents, Jim Kirk and Felix Caelus could not be more different.

“I come from a realm that spends much of its time out in the Void. Our...our Oblivion works much differently than yours does. I think. I obviously can’t bring my ship to Tamriel to test the theory.” Jim rubs at the back of his neck slowly while he talks. He’s acutely aware that all of his theories are mere guesses at this point in time. It’s so hard to test any of them on Nirn without causing some sort of mass panic.

“But this place is between realms too. I suppose it’s not so surprising I would be of a different Plane.”

Edited (Thought of something neat to add!) 2019-12-23 00:38 (UTC)

Groot has never seen such wild, free expression, not even from Quill who knows every word to every song on his Zune - or he did before Rocket got ahold of it, anyway. His fascination is plain to see as he watches her raptly, especially her hair as it flips back and forth.

Now him? So soon? What if he does it wrong? Groot hesitates a moment, uncertain, but it takes little more than an encouraging, indulgent look from Rocket for him to throw himself into the music as she had. He doesn’t know the words, of course, but it doesn’t matter. “I am Groot, I am Groot,” he belts out, a few new leaves on his head swishing as he attempts to copy her head banging. It’s a good thing he can’t get whiplash, with how he is flailing around.

Jim flashes Adia and Caspar a brilliant smile, pleased to hear people asking after his crew.

"They're both here as a matter of fact. Bones has probably been sticking close to the bar with Mister Scott, my chief engineer. If Spock's not with a dark haired woman judging the quality of the music here I'd be willing to be he's found the most crowded area of the party just for a chance to mingle and talk to people from other worlds. Though, admittedly, most of my crew are the curious sort." A glance toward Felix. "Maybe not Lieutenant Norn, so much. Did he come today? I haven't seen him."

Jim nods at the assessment of Stratos' wherabouts. He's seen the man once or twice so far but they haven't had the chance to talk for long. Stratos is bound to be around somewhere. Nor does he speak up at mention of the Halloween Adia mentions. His jaw clenches and smile strains just a bit but the wounds of that night are far away enough now for him not to falter. One more trial he's come out of the other side from.

It won't stop him from being grateful to see them move on though. Even if the subject turns unprofessional quickly. Caspar even startles a small chuckle from the captain.

"I've yet to see anything that potent from an Alchemy table. Not sure they can manage that kind of upper. I was thinking something closer to the line of caffeine pills." The captain is neglecting to account for the fact that he is a novice alchemist. As such, Felix has never shown him anything more potent than the most minor of potions. At least so far he doesn't remember the only times he's ever had to drink a more potent healing draught. He points to Caspar then, grinning outright once more.

"It probably is still magic though, I'll give you that."

Edited 2019-12-23 00:58 (UTC)

Prepare to be disappointed, unfortunately. Rocket barks out a surprised laugh. “Waltz? Nah, that ain’t for me. Not a lotta folk short enough, for one thing.” That’s his excuse and he’s sticking to it. Doesn’t stop him from humming along, though, or singing along when no one else is listening.

He nods towards the dance floor instead, where Groot is gyrating and flailing alongside Runa in a carefree, youthful display of enthusiasm. “He’s been into grooving since he was a twig. Doesn’t get it from me. But I like to watch ‘im, you know?”

Jim grins, unrepentant. Sorry Bones, one of the constants in the universe is Jim Kirk’s love for the unknown and bizarre, and magic fits right into that nicely. Not that all of his experiences with magic have been benign, but he doesn’t hold that against the practice as a whole, either.

“Hmm.” He’s not sure he’s seen any of this conjuring stuff either, come to think of it. But all the same, he has no doubt that it’s a real thing, too. There was that thing in the other captain’s kitchen a couple years ago, when he’d gone missing, but... nothing had come of that, at least that he’d seen. And truth be told, he’s made an effort not to think about that particular episode, for fear of what it may do to the timeline. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as it looked? He can’t imagine the other Jim would marry Felix if it was. “I dunno about you, but I can’t wait to see it in action.”

Edited 2019-12-23 01:25 (UTC)

Bikes... Amelia's heard of those before, seen them in passing when she visited versions of Earth or in various locations of the Nexus that are a bit more off the well-trod paths. It takes her a minute to remember what they are, though. Best to find a better comparison. "Maybe riding a horse would be a better comparison for those of us who haven't used bikes?"

Thor says it better than she would, considering it's a brand new concept to her. "Dance off? Are they about to dance out of their clothes? Or at least out of their shoes?" That's certainly not the kind of question someone who's familiar with sex would ask, but that doesn't describe Amelia so here they are.

"A few that fought with us in the Wizarding War. And of course I know Mr. Weasley very well, since he helped my parents the first time they had to shop for my wizarding supplies. He was over the moon to help a pair of Muggles." Hermione smiles a little at the memory. A good moment with her parents.

Tell her... Him... self? Harrowheart blinks slowly as he processes that suggestion. Fortunately for him, Marcella moves on quickly enough, and he's not put into any awkward circumstances where he will yet have to exchange words with Ushug.

"When I came to Tamriel, my fate and Felix's were bound together. If he didn't get home safe, I wouldn't have neither. But... Even if that hadn't been the case... He's the man Jim loves, and Jim's my friend, and a man in my condition's gotta do what needs to be done for the few friends he's lucky enough to make."

He takes a sip of his drink. When he lowers the glass from his lips his eyes are narrowed in thought, scrutinizing Marcella.

"You and your orc friend married yet?"

"Runa!" Harrowheart hollers as he bobs through globby rafts of partygoers. As he hurries in unplanned directions he stands on his toes and bends down to peer past people's elbows. Certainly he'll see her at one of those heights. The challenge, really, is to keep up his momentum without spilling any drinks -- his own especially. He has to take a few strategic sips as he makes his way around, all the while shouting.

"Runa!"

And there she is! He hustles over to her and makes a show of puffing when he drops a heavy hand on her shoulder. After all that running he's going to need to hydrate. Better knock back that alcohol. Annnnd now he's good.

"Runa, whew, glad I found you. You know what I just saw? Joustin'. They got a joustin' competition goin' on! Runa, I really wanna joust, but, look... It says you gotta bring your own mount, and I ain't got one, so I was thinkin'..."

He jabs his thumb into his sternum, then points frantically at her. Him. Her! JOUST!

Shockingly Han didn't exactly prepare her for cold weather, why would he be so considerate. He'd tossed her a coat and told her where the wedding was being held and headed off. Their tense discussion, she hadn't raised her voice too much, of earlier might have been reason enough to set him off. But he had at least changed his shirt, it was the respectful thing to do to dress for an occasion. She'd needed some time herself to get ready but when she did leave she was trying to make up time.

When Leia arrived she found Han talking to the groom and she smiled. "Hello Captain, I'm Princess Leia Organa I've heard about you and am very pleased to finally meet you." Leia extended a hand in greeting to Kirk.

"Han tells me congratulations are in order. I'm sorry to arrive late but I wanted to bring something." Leia, still bundled up because whatever Han thought it was still cold for her. She held up a small box for Kirk, it wasn't anything extravagant but it glittered faintly, tiny hinges on the side let it open. She didn't have much to give, being on the run and then detoured with Solo meant her resources were turning into what she could find or barter for. "Alderaanian brandy, it is some of the last that was made there. For good health, happiness and warmth."

Leia, ever diplomatic, ever trying to be anyway with most everyone, truly wished Kirk all good fortune and happiness. By offering that small bit of home she was saying a lot.

Edited 2019-12-24 22:26 (UTC)

Celann hesitates when he takes in the captain's flushed face and unsteady footing. "Now, captain, I salute your valor, but you look as though you've been making very merry indeed, eh? I don't believe you can be permitted to take the field in this state."

"Absolutely not," Tarana interjects in her unplaceable accent. The Titan's armor flexes as she settles hands on hips and looks down at the swaying captain. "There will be no jousting under the influence."

Felix wonders briefly whether Palmer means he didn't get along with Stratos or with this Garry fellow. He doesn't think his brother ever mentioned the man, at least not by name.

In any case, there's business to attend to. Felix winks at Jim as his husband bows out. Scheming may be the conjurer's specialty, but the captain he married has sharp wits when it comes to these things.

"Exactly," he says to Palmer. "Nothing is perfectly reliable in the Nexus, and even Loki may not anticipate the needs of every species who could visit your shop." More importantly, it's Loki. You can't purvey substances supplied by a god of mischief and expect no 'surprises'. But Felix has the sense that Earth peoples don't think of these things.

So instead of saying that he offers, "I could give you the number to call, should anything happen."

Harrow. There's a moment of panic as Felix spins on his heel, a mite unsteadily. Way too late to stop Jim beelining for the death knight even if he could. He can see the tip of the hilt over Harrow's back - his gaze is always drawn there - but he looks away before he can catch sight of the blue glow that seems to pass for the runeblade's eyes. There's a moment, as he mumbles his excuses to the apothecary he's talking with, that Felix could make his escape. Could turn and disappear into the crowd. Harrow might (might) be offended and Jim would be disappointed in him later but could they really blame him?

And yet he's still standing there. Long enough that Jim's calling out to him and the awkwardness registers in his own mildly sozzled brain. They're hosts. They're husbands. He can't snub a guest, can't leave his definitely more soused partner to face this alone even though he really wants to bolt.

But he can't. And oh. Oh yes, he had a plan in case this happened. Felix reaches back and tugs up the hood lying tucked unseen into his collar. It's made of shadow-grey silk, soft as a whisper as he pulls it over his head. There. Some protection, he hopes. Felix arranges a charming smile on his face and strolls closer in time to catch Harrow's question.

"I suppose you aren't the only one who'd be surprised," he remarks, smile twitching a little. "Hard to say if this-" he reaches out to touch Jim's arm- "feels any different. It's just more... official now."

"A völva," he echoes, like a good student, striving to get the pronunciation correct. "Well, my question is in part to do with Loki, but mainly I wanted to know more about valkyries. What little I've read indicates that they're some sort of warrior spirit charged with selecting worthy souls to escort to the afterlife. Is that right, more-or-less?"

Amelia steps closer when Adia moves to show off her pictures. For all her grumbling about Alex finding the couple before she could introduce them, she can't deny it's for the best that he did. Both Adia and Caspar look amazing in their wedding clothes. "The clothes are perfect for both of you," she says softly, smiling as they scroll through the pictures together. "Your hair isn't half bad either, Adia." The rogue looks up to wink at Caspar before returning her gaze to the PINpoint to make sure she doesn't miss any of the very lovely photos.

"Those two are always busy," she notes offhandedly. It feels if every time she sees either Felix or Jim something is actively happening or about to. Those rare moments of quiet always seem to happen away from the goings on of the Nexus for the couple. Amelia's shoulders rise and fall in a half-hearted shrug. "If they weren't busy, I would probably be worried."

She smiles at Adia and nods. "I'm trying, but I don't want to seem overbearing when I ask to spend time there. There's always things to do and tasks that I can put my hands to, but it's not actually my home. If I'm ever underfoot, I'd rather know so I can avoid upsetting anyone." Perhaps it's not something that would ever happen, but Amelia realizes it could. Her friends' homes aren't things she can pick up or drop as she pleases; What time she spends there should have purpose.

Valkyries? Well that is unexpected. With Norse gods around she had fully expected a question on how to pay them appropriate tribute, or decipher omens relating to them. Nevertheless, a question she can answer is exciting in itself. Being the youngest in a family of völur, she's usually the last to be asked anything.

She beams and nods giddily. "They are! In some texts they're known as daughters of Odin. In others they're compared to other beings involved with destiny such as the Norns, the Norse Fates. They roam the battlefields and escort the souls of warriors who have died honourably in battle and bring them to the halls of Valhalla to feast until Ragnarok."

It was like Leia to want to make a good impression with somebody new. She rarely ever got off on the wrong foot with anybody who had good intentions and Han certainly knew the other man definitely had those. It said a lot about Jim that had been invited to this event at all, given what they’d been through here.

“Captain James Kirk, this is Princess Leia Organa.” He says, realizing introductions were not just in order, but probably a little late.

“As for things, they’re going. I’m not sure if well is the way I’d put it.”

"Good to see them recovering too. Finding a new place now that the fighting's over." Even better that some of those survivors sound like they're older and have experience they can pass on yet. Even with how young Jim took Captain, he knows that without Pike's influence he wouldn't be half the man he is today.

"It sounds like you've got it all figured out."

"Wh-but...It's jousting. That's...I gotta." These things he wants to try them so badly. And it's his party so why shouldn't he? Jim hates the concerned frown and sad mustache Celann is giving him though. The armored bear of a woman he's never met before but she's actually really intimidating. Like trying to chat up a Klingon in a bar levels of intimidating.

He's not going to make any headway here and frankly, is far too drunk to speak up in his own defense more than half formed grumbles that not even the Nexus can translate into anything useful.

"Alright, alright I'm no--I'm not gonna do the thing." He pauses long enough to scan the crowd with a very distinct huff. If he can't join the joust...he just needs to find someone who can for him. "But I'm gonna be back."

To do the thing? To watch? Who knows, there he goes like a man on a very round about mission. Walking straight is hard right now.

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