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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

((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))

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Palmer agrees with the sentiment. He needs to be ready for visitors from all species.

"Yeah, I know better than to trust the Nexus too much. The rules - what rules there are here, anyway - are kinda wonky. You can't rely on 'em too much in a pinch, so a backup plan wouldn't be a bad idea."

Palmer doesn't mind a little shifty business. Back home he'd be more careful, but the substances he sells are legal here (or, rather, not illegal, which means the same thing as far as he's concerned). The Nexus's lawlessness has its advantages.

"Don't mind if I take you up on that offer. You've got my PINpoint, I think. I'd be happy to take yours." Palmer wonders how Stratos is doing. "I only met your brother once, I think - after the Long Winter, when Loki brought us that message from the Fallen boss. I was stressed out and not really in the greatest mood."

"Might be something worth following up on. We've got at least one biologist here." Connant isn't sure whether Blair would be willing to talk, but he wouldn't be surprised if the old man's still doing his work.

Connant shrugs when Spock ask his question. Asylum, kind of, but not by his own choice.

"Not exactly. I'm dead - the creature killed me in my work shed. My commanding officer put me in a room alone with it to keep watch. And people who die and pop up here can't go back home."

Thanks almost entirely to daedric influences Jim is unaware of the captain is incredibly inebriated by the time Loki and his small entourage of children arrive. The scent of fire mingles with a heady floral aroma that clings to Jim (and a fair amount of whiskey, it must be said) to the god approaching the happy couple. Felix's patron deity has 'blessed' Jim long before the Asgardian arrived. The conjurer is better put together than Jim is, but won't react as quickly as the captain does to the approach of a child, and the call of their voice.

His grin is wide and completely care free, a twist of something wistful when Jim spies Sigrid and the other children. He doesn't mean to overlook Loki at first--truly it's difficult enough for Jim to focus on more than one thing at a time right now.

"Well hi there!" Someone's going to have to help him back to his feet after he gets down to greet the kids. Probably Felix's job. "That was very nice of you. You didn't have...to..Loki!" It might have seemed impossible for Jim to grin even wider than he had been before but he manages somehow. He looks back to Sigrid. Then to Loki. Back. Forth.

"Is he here looking after you or is it th'other way 'round?" A soft joke with no barbs behind it.

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Were they from a different culture, and less familiar with wedding-reception protocol, the children might be startled by this man's clear state of altered consciousness. And some parents would not want little ones exposed to drunk people! Fortunately (?), Asgard's idea of merriment generally involves quite a bit of mead, so Loki's only response is a sparkle in his eyes and a brief turn of his head to the side to clear his throat, stifling a chuckle. The little girl is even more blasé.

"We know," she tells him. "No one makes us do anything. But he made them and I wrapped them."

"Nuh-uh, I did the ribbons on that one!" Una, younger and blonder than Sigrid but a fair sight louder, hastens over to claim her share of attention.

"Both," Loki answers Jim's question. "This is three out of four of my personal entourage, here. The eldest was slightly unwell and needed to stay home to rest tonight."

There's a more familiar looking scene to one side of the field - cloaks and masks and antigrav bikes, different in style but similar in nature to things Dia will have seen many times in her own universe. Closer by are the horses, attended by squires and grooms in simple clothes, with the knights in their green and gold armor. They seem quite old-fashioned by comparison, being assisted in tightening their pauldrons and securing their greaves in place. One of the squires is hauling a set of training lances over to a little floating Ghost for inspection. Not Blaze's: this one has a curved golden shell, but the Exo's probably around somewhere...

"Dia!" Doesn't take a Force-user's senses to hear that heavy tread coming. Blaze salutes to her as soon as the ex-Sith looks round, almost aglow with anticipation. "Are you going to ride in the joust?"

The armored woman leaning on the signpost looks her over and nods. "Bikes are permitted, although your maximum velocity will need to be limited to match your opponent. If you agree, one of our Ghosts will see to it."

Indeed, the Hunter over by her bike is twirling a laser cutter while her Ghost sweeps its gaze over the engine internals. Tarana goes on, "Training lances will be used for safety, but unless you have armor of your own, some will be provided."

The squire just about drops his parchment and the wood backing it, gaping at the great beast looming over him and the dark warrior riding atop it. That's a real gryphon. A creature he's only ever seen in heraldry, a mythical symbol now staring down at him with fierce eagle-eyes, every bit as real as the earth its talons curve furrows in. Wordlessly, he points to an empty space well away from the horses, which are already nervous enough as it is.

It's only after she turns away that he remembers to squeak: "W-wait- sir, um, or my lady-" which is correct he doesn't know, "Your name! How shall I record you in the lists?"

Han’s problem wasn’t the fact that Leia was that singularly focused anymore, but rather the problems faced with just about everyone he knew, his own age, that was married. How do you keep things exciting after so many years? What types of things can be surprising when you feel like you’ve spent your best ideas years ago. How do you find the time to come together again when it feels like you’re being pulled in opposite directions. How do you remove the every day distractions so that you can be present with each other.

~~How do you even turn off the new iPhone? They keep changing where the power button is~~

This young lady was in the early phases of getting to know him still and he was jealous of how exiting it was in those days. She didn’t even seem all that fond of him, yet, from what he could tell.

“Those are both good ideas.” He says, in a thoughtful murmur. “I can’t recall the last time I’d asked her to do either.”

Tarana looks beyond Hikaru, to the blond man hovering behind him. She looks like she might be holding back a chuckle, but just about: her mouth tugs into a smile despite herself. There's no stopping some people.

"Very well. You must allow a Ghost," she gestures at the little machine floating beside her, "to limit your vehicle's engine in accordance with your opponent. We have lances and practice targets here. Will you need armor?"

Felix's hand is under Jim's arm, steadying him subtly as he helps his husband rise to his feet. He's not quite as inebriated nor as immediately comfortable with children as Jim; in fact he's a little surprised to see them, mostly because it's the Nexus. Above his easy smile, his eyes flit over the children in their fancy clothes, remembering being taken to weddings as a little boy in formal robes. All part of his education, of learning to be a proper citizen.

He catches that wistful look on Jim's face, but Loki's presence distracts him from any premonitions there. The conjurer bows respectfully to the god, genuinely touched that he'd pay them a visit. But he gives another small bow to the children, accepting the boxes the little girl is insistent on handing over.

"We're honored to have you join us," he says politely. "And by such kindness! I am Felix-" they're only children, how much formality is reasonable? "and this is Jim."

"That will be a good idea. My bike is a little altered already. So it would be good to play fair. And I am sure your Ghosts can bring it back to the way it was afterwards."

"I have armor of my own. Give me two minutes."

Harley uses her PINpoint to open a portal to her world. There she changes in her uniquely styled armor and gets her motorbike. When she returns through the portal, she is safely walking the motorbike, with a bright smile on her face.

"So where do you want this, so a Ghost can look at it?"

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Probably never if she and Han were any indication, he wanted to spend as little time around her as possible. Speaking with this older version it seemed they were either on at least better terms or had found ways to be friends. That was for the best, she knew her father had come to terms with a great many people he was not fond of over shared experience.

Good for them, her? It was impossible to conjugate potential alternate future pronouns.

"I honestly hadn't thought about those things in years. I used to go to concerts with my father, there would be huge symphonies, or we would watch dancers. I was never quite good enough to do it but my aunts had put me in classes when I was young so I admired those who could." Fond memories, the sort which were transportive, reminding her of a time where life seemed so much simpler, thought she knew now Bail and Breha had both been working hard in their own ways on the peace movement.

Bob sounds thoughtful at that. He turns to reach up and pick out a few bottles- he really shouldn't try to take so many at once, they're falling over on the shelf. It's impressive how high the guy can stretch up there, but then he is pretty tall ~~sometimes~~. He manages to bring down a couple of brandies and a hiskey bottle safely, though Han's gonna have to grab them to keep them steady on the bar.

Fancy bottles, old-looking labels. Bob's waving away- oops, taking away that wallet, though, waving it at Han as he gives him a friendly scolding. You're a guest, Han, you don't need to pay.

It’s probably for the best that he hadn’t tipped his hand with the question. Once she realized that he was a lot closer to her than expected, they’d never be able to go back to her not knowing. And it was possible that she and him were not ever intended to be more than acquaintances to each other in the place that she was from. ~~Though the romantic in him hoped that wasn’t so.~~

Han is respectfully quiet while she remembers her family and fully utilizes the opportunity to share with him. He gets the sense that she probably doesn’t have the opportunity to do so very often. Particularly if they were at war wherever she was from.

“I haven’t known you to not be good at very many things.” He says with another fond shrug and a smile. “Or, her, I suppose.”

The music is starting to cue the fact that the song was ending and he wondered his she felt about that. Han was game for another song, but there was a level of strangeness to this that he wouldn’t blame her for struggling with as well.

It was an odd bit of flattery, more commentary said in the best possibly way. She had been trained in a great many things, she could identify all 23 pieces of formal Alderaanian flatware and when to use them, and she could use a laser welder to fix a cracked power coupling. The breadth of her assembled knowledge was impressive and maybe just the tiniest bit sad.

She'd devoted so much of her time, especially the last ten years, to learning and preparing that she might have forgotten just why the fight was important on a personal level. It was one thing to fight and appreciate the outcome, and quite another to allow yourself to become a figurehead.

"Necessity I suppose." The song was winding down and the pace seemed to be set for another of the same variety. Leia was happy to continue just one more song. The company was pleasant and it felt good to step outside her position for even a few minutes. "I'd thought tonight would be something else entirely." Instead it became a pleasant reminder of things she missed and things that perhaps she didn't have to anymore.

The title is sadly lost on this man of the future as one that might be especially impressive. For a people who have gotten around the pesky speed limit of the speed of light their niche branches of science are quite different from the 'modern' Earth Thor has any sort of familiarity with.

"Y-yeah." The important take away from this is that this woman never did figure out how to move the hammer either with just math alone at her disposal. Simple machines won't work then. Levers, pulleys and the like. Would simple spells?

"What if I had m'brother-in-law cast a spell on it to make it lighter...?" Jim Kirk doesn't Only have mathematics on his side to rely on. Just because he doesn't understand how such tools Work isn't going to stop him form at least hypothetically reaching for them.

"This is a contest I don't know the rules of, but any chance to ride about would be appreciated. I'll even hop down the moment the contest begins." Amelia's laying it on pretty thick with her warm tones and bright smile, but it's usually the best way to get what you want when you're a beautiful woman covered in fabric from head to toe.

"Lady Amelia Ronsam. I'm a friend to both the grooms and a few of your men who have been posted here in the past." More "friend" than friend for the latter, but the distinction hardly matters. Amelia's smile grows a few notches brighter as she inclines her head and shoulders politely to Celann. "Might I have your name as well, friend? It would be impolite of me to speak to a perfect stranger when I can so easily ask his name."

It was, possibly, something a little more typical that she might expect from him. One of those things, that in one moment, seems beneath mentioning and yet, there was something in it that said a lot about her and ... he notices. She was easily the most complicated person he knew.

“With a lead in like that, I’m gonna need you to tell me what you had expected.”

"Arguing, hurt feelings." She shrugged and then sighed. "I'm not being entirely fair. I think I have to share the blame in that Han and I can rarely have a civil discussion. But he delights in needling me." And she rises to the bait, every. single. time.

Odd that when asked of all the possibilities for the evening her first thought was that. "I didn't know there'd be dancing, not all cultures seem to enjoy it as more than a spectator sport." She'd seen many events where it was a very lovely if dry affair where others just watched couples or groups dance.

"And Captain Kirk seems ice, from what Han had told me I thought he'd be, different." Hard headed, stubborn, never knew when to quit. Frankly she'd thought he might have been talking about himself.

True, she's not difficult to spot when she's not actively hiding herself, but trained senses hear Blaze coming before she announces herself, "Far be it from me to admit it, but I'm hardly dressed for the task at hand."

After all, it's a very basic, functional, but still dressy-in-a-nice kind of way sort of dress. Really, her belt and lightsaber look out of place with it, but she's cautious to a point, and the weapon goes literally everywhere she does if she can help it.

As much as Aziraphale thinks he knows about Thor's pantheon, there are bound to be several missteps in communication, none of which matters when there is fawning over snakes to be done. He hums happily at the description of Loki, imagining his snake form easily. "That color sounds as though it suits him perfectly. That must be why he chose it on purpose. I don't think Crowley had the same choice, but he's beautiful, regardless."

Upon Crowley's return, he thanks the demon for the mead with a kiss on the cheek in gratitude. "Just about to," he tells him, smiling wryly, like he hasn't just been heaping praise on his snake form. Turning to Thor, he adds, "Crowley's superiors only told him to go to Eden and make some trouble, but the ramifications of eating from the Tree of Knowledge were rather extensive, I dare say shaping all of human history."

It's not exactly painting Crowley as the villain, but at least it's making him sound awfully important. That counts for something, doesn't it?

Thor's question stops him short. Oh, does that bring back memories. "Uh," he says. "Yes, well. That's rather the whole point. It wouldn't be much of a temptation if the tree were somewhere else entirely."

Woop! The captain's incredibly unsteady on his feet, all but stumbling into Delia when she tugs him in for a hug. His slurred apology hurredly turns to a huff of very much Mock Offense.

"Y're not allowed t'do that anymore. Felix might get mad. ...Unless we find him and you smooch him too." Then it's fair right? Jim's too sauced to say for sure but it kind of makes a sort of sense right now. Either way he's trying his damndest to straighten up again once she's let him go.

Boops are distracting though.

"Yeah?" A beat. Then he remembers. "Yeah! Thank you. It's good to get it done, finally."

Is he watching an angel being corrupted? In the process of..? It hurts Jim's head to even try to think about it too hard. He isn't much for ancient religions even in the frame of historical study and these two certainly seem content enough with whatever's going on here. They're certainly not Subtle about it. Best course of action is probably not to draw attention to it in case he's wrong, though.

"I uh, I'm glad the food's something you can both eat readily enough then. Plus, I'm not even sure the blessings of gods from different Planes would even affect either of you adversely."

"He is wise beyond his years. I have practiced for very long time. My old house had music like this when it was stuck and would not fly."

Sitting down is a good idea though. She's loathe to just walk away from the fuzzy one and the tree child but thankfully Jaylah won't have to venture too far to find a chair to flop into with a lot less grace than you'd think a lady would show.

"Is tiring, though."

Jim's first concern is the child who isn't here, by Loki's own admission. His murmured thanks to Felix helping him back upright is automatic rather than intentional.

"Well, y'should make sure to bring them back some sweets. Or...whatever it is they like from the party. No one likes to be laid up in bed none." It wouldn't do not to be cheerful and pleasant around the children who are here though. Jim's quick to salvage his smile and unlike Felix he doesn't bow to anyone unless the mage prompts him to. "Thank you all for coming, even. And to bring a gift too? We really appreciate it."

Jim takes a moment to quietly ask for the childrens' names from them (the older two, at least) and to his credit doesn't get either of them wrong even if his accent and inebriation makes them sound a bit strange to the ear.

"Are you hungry at all?" He glances up to make sure Loki is included in that offer. And little Eindrid too, of course, though his diet is more up to Loki than Una or Sigrid's. "We have a pretty big variety and I think some of the food from Felix's world might not be too far off things you might be used to." He's turning to Felix for confirmation of this which is kind of pointless considering he's already made the claim. Bruma is heavily influenced by Nord culture, after all. Maybe there's some similarity in the cooking? Only time will tell!

And well. As much as Jim wants to catch up with the god it's just not in his heart to make those kids stand there and listen to the boring adults talk when there's so much food so close to being theirs. If Loki approves, at least. Jim had to at least offer.

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