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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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"Give me a few to find him and I just might, dear Jim." That said, while Delia's shorter than Jim, she helps support him with her arm around him. Despite the flirty, playful tone, it's all chaste and friendly, rather than anything beyond.

As even Delia Battista knows when and how to behave when she wants.

Once Jim's relatively steady and standing up, she releases him from the hug and takes a step back, grinning broadly as she does.

"And I'm glad for it. You certainly seem happy with him, and he with you, dear Jim."

Han listened and nodded. It might be surprising to her that the first thing that she came up with was her expectations for how she’d be interacting with him, but he isn’t. He’d expect that they were on each other’s minds a lot because that’s the way it always seemed to be in his mind.

“I find this place is nice for briefly getting away and that there are people worth meeting.” After a moment, he’ll add ... “Though as you might have noticed it gets a bit weird.”

The dancing is kept civil and respectful. Though there’s certainly a part of him that to do something a little bit wild like dip her or something. He doesn’t want to make this any weirder than it has to be, and now that he knows seeing her her is possible, he can’t help hoping he will again.

“I think we’re starting to see dancing less often where I’m from. I didn’t seem myself doing it much when I was young, either.”

Han can’t help but notice how deftly Bob can reach for those bottles way up top and on the back of the shelf. You couldn’t call Han Solo short by any means, but he thinks even he might have trouble reaching them without knocking anything over.

It’s impressive!

“You’re not gonna let me pay for my drink, huh?” He says with a shallow nod. “I think I’ll take a brandy over the whiskey, thanks.”

If anyone would find a way to arrange for someone's Princess to make it to their wedding party, this ensign is sure Jim Kirk could do it. Perhaps not on purpose, but through a sheer series of lucky events? That seems likely. Years of service in the captain's crew have tempered much of the excited hero worship in Pavel Chekov though not quite all just yet. The ensign hesitates before affecting a slightly stilted bow as he's really not sure what the protocol is for just randomly running into royalty at a party.

A quick glance around doesn't point out any obvious security watching over her either. Strange, that.

"Is my pleasure, Princess. My name is Pavel Chekov. I am also working on the ship Captain Kirk heads." Ohhhh, handshakes are much more familiar territory. His is just sliiiightly too enthusiastic but at least not an overbearing grip or duration. "Forgive my manners, this is the first time I've ever been allowed to see this Nexus. Though I have heard whispers about it for a while now."

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Deceased?

Surely not. The human looks very much alive and breathing. But it wouldn't be the first time Spock has known of someone to cheat death. Still, it's so very difficult to believe because the circumstances sound so dissimilar.

"Does it affect you adversely?"

"Rebellion...?"

Han Solo was a businessman the last Jim spoke with him. Politics was not a subject either captain cared overmuch to dwell on. Han was a pilot, a mechanic, a deft hand with that strange card game Jim can't remember the name of...but a soldier? A resistance fighter, even? It's so far away from what Jim's heard of the guy that he forgets the drink in his hands while he looks between them.

"Did your co-pilot end up joining and that's where you found him?" Jim turns to Leia quickly. "I'm sorry, Princess, it's just that I wasn't aware things were quite so dangerous back home or I wouldn't have pried on what may not be a pleasant topic."

Seriously, Han wasn't gone for that long. Just what did he miss? The subject change claps him across the face and Jim has to quickly rouse himself from his thoughts. His smile is polite and automatic but ready to be deployed at a moment's notice.

"This was mostly for Felix's family. I'm not...well. I don't regret it, but I"m glad to see it done. Plus, when else am I going to have the chance to see a mage family's wedding traditions?"

"You alright with that, Jim?" Nothing thusfar seems to have phased the Enterprise-A's helmsman and neither Tarana nor her small mechanical companion will change that. If Hikaru Sulu isn't completely comfortable with the situation he's doing a damn fine job of keeping it to himself. Looking back to his captain for confirmation isn't exactly necessary considering how belligerent Jim had been about his joining but it is his property after all.

When he nods, Sulu turns back to the Guardian.

"It's a temporary adjustment, I assume?" Not a big deal even if it isn't. Jim will probably just use it as an excuse to teach his new husband how to ride with it and get himself another someday. Though, he pauses at the end.

"I will, yes." He's seen enough of Jim coming back from the Nexus over the years to know better than to trust the so-called AV field. He's not taking any chances.

It's a good thing Jim keeps that thought to himself. Otherwise he'd have an incredibly huffy angel on his hands. He's not being corrupted! What's corrupting about showing love for someone, even if they are technically your hereditary enemy? ~~Besides, if anyone's doing the corrupting around here, it's the celestial being who's avidly reading the romance novels.~~

"The food is blessed?" he asks curiously, turning a bit in Crowley's affectionate grip so he can look at the buffet table. "No, I don't think that should have an impact, we would have sensed any sort of magic detrimental to us. There's no holy water lurking about, I'm assuming?" That's the only thing that would truly concern him.

"Oh, and, ah... in case you were wondering, eating is not something that angels from my world normally do. I'm rather the exception to the rule."

Han had told her this was a safe place to discuss things because, somehow, they didn't cross over. Leia tended to also suffer from bouts of wordy retorts when in the pilots presence so she may have said too much. It was out now and not much she could do about it now.

"Han has recently come into the effort as he calls it, you haven't pried. Han explained some of the nature of this place and it seems safe enough to discuss." Clearly there was more she could say on the matter but that would be directed to Han later.

"A shame isn't it, for something that is so expressive to go away." The universe would be poorer for it if it did.

People worth meeting, that sounded right. It was a shame should couldn't convince some of them to join the rebellion. Kirk seemed like a fine captain and there were others, not jedi but magic users. What allies she could make here if things functioned that way. Still even the change of her mindset after being here could be helpful, to see things she might have once overlooked with new eyes.

"I suppose we'll just have to indulge while we can, then."

Danny slinks in, visibly awkward because he a) hasn't been to a wedding reception before and b) he feels like he should have a gift, and really doesn't know what's appropriate. Isn't there supposed to be a registry full of things like grape scissors and fondue sets that the grooms will never use? He doesn't understand these things, and with no guidance he's dead certain he'll come in doing the wrong thing.

That's no excuse not to show up, though, so he does, and what he brings is a tin of chocolate chip cookies with ivy and couple camellias on top, for good luck. He's wearing a few less layers in concession to a semi-formal occasion, with a black sweater bearing a white star design down the chest. When he greets them, he leads by shoving the tin in their general direction.

Well he certainly was energetic wasn't he? Leia could not help but smile at his sudden move to shake her hand. "It;s my pleasure entirely, and please just Leia."
She gestured around them. "It's quite something isn't it? So you are one of Kirk's officers? I recently met him, he seems like a good captain. Somewhat surprising I thought he'd be more.. brash."

Oh first impressions can be so deceiving.

Loki hasn't forgotten the last conversation he had with Felix, and his gaze is mild but pensive as it lingers on his face. But this is not the occasion to call forth anything resembling tension or disagreement--so he thinks, at least--and his smile is friendly. For Jim, it's a touch brighter, only because he's highly amused by the state he's in. It may warrant a chat with the children later, but in the meantime it's clear the Captain is a gentle and friendly drunk (whether the culprit is magic or drink or both), so that's fine.

"I feel compelled to make a point of correction, though," he says. "I didn't make the gifts personally, I commissioned them from a wholly mundane metalworker, so there will be no further issues forthcoming from them."

Yeah, he went there. In the boxes are a matching set of brooches, the exact design of the one he enchanted for Jim before, which caused more trouble than he anticipated. And there's no magic on these.

The two girls seem to warm up to Jim instantly, perfectly willing to accept his guidance and go get food. Sigrid does glance back at Loki, who nods and crouches to set Eindrid down. "Stay within earshot, I don't want you lot wandering off down the streets without me. But yes, do eat. Una, why don't you make a plate for Agnarr?"

Because Sigrid will be looking after her brother, so it will make for a fair division of labor.

Rondo wasn't sure whether to approach the couple or not. He doesn't know Jim well, really, though they certainly had an interesting first conversation, and Felix he hasn't met at all. There is a traditional wedding gift in his world, though, one that's primarily important to a different class of elf than he, but that's widely enough known that even high-ranking aristocrats will commonly exchange this present.

There are no wrappings on the lantern he's brought, just a tag with silver calligraphy on it: Two lights, one home. Best wishes for your union. Sincerely, Rondo Alaric Jacenas dan Olorthava'as

...he has a lot of name, okay?

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Oh, what? Thor actually frowns in contemplation at that, thoughts grinding against one another and he tries to sort that out. The Odinforce is - was - powerful magic, and no mere parlor trick could overcome it. But unalterable? He's seen more than enough to put cracks in the foundation of the Allfather before him. It'd be stupid to assume that no magic could undo what Odin cast. Right?

Has anyone actually tried magic on Mjolnir since the enchantment?

"You could try," he says slowly, rubbing at his chin and almost tangling his fingers in his beard braids. "That... might work. If th' spell's strong enough. Or... can... undo things?" Though something about that doesn't sound right either. He's a little too drunk to contemplate the logistics of time loops and the fact that the ancient hammer was unchanged the day he'd taken it.

He chuckles at that. "Yeah, that'd be the smart thing to do." But he'd been young and arrogant then, self-assured of his own immortality, as many youths are. Who would dare attack a prince of Asgard? And even if they did, surely they'd be within his power to handle.

Thor can only shrug at her criticism, quite with her on being baffled by it. "I'm not sure it is. And whoever dances for the longest might be more tired by the end, right?" He shakes his head. Humans are weird, Amelia.

Is it nice to meet him? Rocket eyes him, trying to gauge his sincerity. People say that sorta thing a lot, especially Terrans. Better than calling him vermin or whatever though, so he'll take it. "That your girlfriend, then?" he asks, nodding toward Runa. Out on the dancefloor, Groot is taking to Runa's enthusiasm with his own to match, a broad smile on his face as the treenager cheers her on.

Rocket's ears visibly perk up a little when she mentions her house flying. Not a lotta brick-and-mortar houses do that kinda thing, but spaceships? He's quick to scramble up a chair near her, standing on the seat to be closer to eye level. "You the spacer type?"

"I am Groot," Groot adds, flopping down on the floor next to the both of them, stretching his wooden legs out in front of him. "I am Groot."

There is nothing insincere in the way Viatorus treats him. True, it's a little odd, and his politeness is reflexive, but he's also a terrible liar. Besides, Rocket hasn't been anything but polite and nice thusfar. There's a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, so he's not feeling quite as awkward as usual, which is always a good sign.

"Oh, no, no. She's my wife." And he finds as soon as he answers that it still feels strange to say. In turn, Viatorus nods towards Groot. "Are you his... guardian?"

"Exactly. That's why it hurts none of us to have a few extra friends to call on." At least, provided you can pay their price. Provided, too, that you truly know who you're dealing with.

Felix pulls out his PINpoint and beckons for Palmer's so he can add the number. "Oh, he told me a little about Loki's message. I wasn't around at the time." He'd long since taken Jim and made his escape. Recovering- let alone returning - took longer than he likes to remember. "Passions ran high, I gather. But it was a relief to find a truce had been reached without more bloodshed."

"Norn promised he'd come," Felix answers Jim. "Compared with him Stratos is a show-stealing exhibitionist, though." Stratos mingles out of social obligation, if nothing else: a tribune can't hide in the shadows. "You'd like him, Adia, I'm sure. I'll look for him near the food in a little while; I'm sure Katsuya has something there to lure him in."

"It sounds to me," he comments, listening to them, "like the two of you are talking about something more akin to moon sugar than anything based on respectable-" or legal- "alchemy." He sniffs. "Anyway, I've never seen coffee have the same effect- physical or mental - as a proper restorative. And without the side-effects. I wasn't kidding about needing steady hands."

Felix winks at Viatorus. "Oh, I'll see that Jim gets his share of jokes, don't worry. At least I'm sure you don't seek out all the tallest things you can jump from."

(Jim hasn't done this in ages, he'd be right to find it unfair.)

The conjurer looks almost as delighted as the captain when he turns to Jim. "Really? Well, now I'm intrigued. We're only married a day and you're scheming to sneak unauthorized personnel onto Starfleet's finest ship?" He grins. "I can hardly wait."

"Danny!" It takes a second for Felix to clock the uncertain young man behind the colorful tin. But the conjurer gives him a warm smile, even if it quirks a little when he takes the tin. How a boy with such a knack for showmanship can look so awkward at a simple social occasion- ah, but wizards in his world aren't sociable at all, are they? He probably never had anyone to drag him to these things and teach him how to comport himself.

Fortunately he hasn't had so much to drink that that thought doesn't come tumbling out of his mouth. And hopefully the approving nod Felix gives will set Danny a little bit more at ease.

"For us? How kind! I'm so glad to see you here. You have met Jim, haven't you?" He sweeps a hand at his somewhat tipsier husband. Felix isn't sure quite what he and Thor have been getting into but at least Jim's having a good time and doesn't look at all ill.

It was a pretty safe place to go into specifics. Hell, for the few people Han felt comfortable enough to open up to — and that was only a couple — he didn’t talk about the Rebel Alliance much to them either. It could be that he retreated into the nexus to not about this stuff for a while, usually.

Leave it to Leia to not be able to switch off warrior princess mode. She’s more singularly focused that a GNK droid sometimes.

“Yeah, it would take a long time to really fill you in.” Han said, shrugging. Maybe some day they would. “Are you comfortable with all the ... magic? I feel like it would put me on edge.”

In fact, he’s positive it would put him on edge.

Felix notices him first, in large part because he's unfamiliar and an elf, which in a place so overrun by humans is doubly bound to get the Imperial's attention. He'd guess Bosmer from the man's stature alone, though after the initial reflex of attempting to place the stranger, he starts to doubt that assumption. The stranger's clothes aren't right, for one thing. For another, he's looking to Jim.

"Well, hello!" He sounds friendly, at least. Intrigued, in fact. A guest he doesn't already know is twice as interesting. And now it's too late to escape, Rondo, you've definitively been Seen. "I don't believe we've met."

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