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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!))
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!))
Music and Dancing
If nothing else, it’s going to make for an eclectic variety of dances out on the cleared grounds.
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The treenager is still a little ungainly, his arms and legs a little longer than his body probably needs, but all the better for flailing around. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in enthusiasm, waving his arms in wide arcs that encourage people not to get too close, lest they get accidentally slapped across the face with a stray branch.
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"Is it having fun?"
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"Oh yeah, this is his element," he calls back up to her, flashing sharp teeth in a grin. "He's been dancin' since he was this big," Rocket adds, holding his hands about six inches apart. "You the dancing type?"
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"I did not think plants would move so well!" It's such a curious thing. Color her intrigued. "Not much to dance about." She replies after only a few moments. "I have not tried."
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Blaze tilts her head, amused and curious in equal measure. When the music switches up to a track with a sharper beat though, she laughs and waves for his attention.
"Hey, kid! You seen this one?" She freezes in place, then starts matching the moves of the robot dance to the beat. No-one can dance it like an actual robot- but she's betting a walking tree can put his own spin on the theme.
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He’s puzzled at first when she calls to him, but his big lantern eyes go wide as he watches her dance, far more rigid and mechanized than anyone he’s ever seen outside of those android ladies on Contraxia that he definitely wasn’t supposed to be watching. “I am Groot...”
His attempt to mimic her movements is hesitant, watching closely as he attempts to copy her, the wooden joints in his elbows and knees creaking a little as he bends to sharper angles than he’d been doing before. The little leaves along his arms sway with the motions, making it look a little more fluid than robotic.
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She knows well enough it's not easy for any organic to pull the same moves as her, but the youngster's got an edge over humans when it comes to holding odd poses. She breaks her act to nod enthusiastically when he dances along, before she extends her arms and half-swivels around to show him another part of the dance, snapping and bobbing in time with the beat.
"Looking good! That's how you do it!" When he seems like he's got the swing of it, she'll pause long enough to match her timing to his, so they're moving almost in sync. Exos are about as far from automatons as one can get - but they get a strange kick out of playing pretend. Her Ghost is flitting around quietly, watching - but staying well above the dancing big folks.
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"There's a tree!" She gasps and then giggles. "There's a tree dancing! There's a tree dancing to the music!"
She sounds like she's about to explode so Viatorus carefully untangles her from his bruised arm. "You should go and dance with it."
"Should I?" She whips her head around to look at him hopefully, then looks to 'the tree' again. "Do you think so?"
Viatorus rubs his arm. For once he sounds pretty definite when he says, "Yes."
"Ok! Ok, I'm going to do it!" She slaps his arm one more time, oblivious to the 'oof' she gets out of him, and then trots over to the dancing tree. She bounces on the spot so as not to look too out of place while she shouts over the music, "Can I dance with you?"
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Oh, but a dance partner, though! Rocket can be such a party pooper sometimes. But Groot grew up dancing since he was a twig in a pot, and he's not about to stop now that he's grown tall enough to look more people in the eye. "I am Groot!" He gestures with his hands for her to come closer and join him, his wooden mouth curving up into a smile.
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Wow! What a wonderful welcome, and an introduction too! She laughs as she hops closer, jumping up and down with far, far too much energy for the family she's married into.
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So, this is music from other worlds.
It's faint, but the physicist is smiling as he enjoys the strange songs. Some from the future, maybe, some from other universes entirely.
"Fascinating."
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A people have to be pretty far into the future to consider anything like the Beastie Boys classical music. Jim's first officer is a bit more bundled up than the rest of the crew are. His nice slacks are hidden by the warm jumper and long coat he's got pulled on, to say nothing of the pink knit cap and mittens he's donned.
"It's quite the cultural clash, isn't it?"
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He figures he ought to introduce himself. It's only polite.
"Jerry Connant of cosmic rays at your service, sir." Connant nods in approval of the winter gear.
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"You may call me Spock. I am gratified to make your acquaintance. Admittedly neither genre is terribly close to the music of my home, either. But each holds its merit."
Despite how poorly the music mixes together people even seem to be enjoying the novelty.
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The rogue is wandering about the edge of the dance floor as the clash of songs continues, a smile on her lips as she sways in time with whatever beat happens to be most prominent. She'll let up on her game for a short time if someone happens to catch her in the act, but until then? She's going to sip at her drink innocently and dance on her own as if she has absolutely no hand in this.
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Speaking of said Cylon, he would be with her right now, preferably on the dance floor, but the bards keep switching things up too quickly, so he's headed over to the bar instead to get them both a drink until the musicians can make up their damn minds.
Adia is content to listen to the music (such as it is) until he returns, but spotting Amelia, she heads over to greet the woman warmly. It feels like ages since she's seen her, although at least the rogue has kept in touch via text -- not frequently, but enough to not make this reunion awkward.
Hopefully. A lot has happened since they last saw one another.
"Hi, Amelia." She stands close enough within reach of a hug, smiling softly. "Long time, no see."
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"A very long time," she agrees when they draw apart. If Adia doesn't mind, Amelia's going to keep a hold of one of her friend's hands for a bit; It's been a while since she's had the chance for interaction like this. "It's been a busy year. I feel like I haven't seen much of anyone from the Nexus other than Thor in months." A choice she made consciously after Steve's death, but she's been trying to be out a little more often as of late. Just... not out to answer questions on the Plaza or anywhere friends can find her without a little searching. She's seen a few others, too, but no one near as frequently as Thor.
Amelia gives Adia's hand a gentle squeeze before she asks, "It sounds like things have been going well on Atlantis? Well enough at least that they could spare you for a night of merriment for our friends?" A beat, and she looks around quickly. "I'm assuming Caspar is with you, at least. He must have wanted to offer his congratulations as well."
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"It has been busy," she agrees. "It feels like my own wedding was ages ago, and now Felix and Jim have finally tied the knot." She smiles, although her thoughts are bittersweet. There has been loss, too, most notably Steve, which she knows hit Amelia especially hard. "How's Asvera doing? It must be beautiful there."
The question about Atlantis lightens her smile. "Yeah, it's great. Harvest season is over so there's not much left to do but prepare for the Solstice." When Amelia looks around, she's quick to point out Caspar over by the bar. "He'd probably tell you that he's only here as my plus one. He doesn't know Felix and Jim as well as I do. He promised me a dance but the music keeps changing." Which is awfully weird, now that she thinks about it. "Maybe it's for the best. Even our wedding dance was off in the woods."
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"You're one of the grooms - I'm certain they'll listen to you if you ask them to play something specific. And if not?" She pauses for effect then casts her gaze over to the bards. One of them, a flamboyantly dressed man with a stringed instrument of some sort, is immediately attentive to the look. He removes his hat and waves it at her, then returns it to his head and starts trying to rally all the other bards to follow him. It's not clear if he's decided what to play yet, but at least they're trying to organize.
Amelia's smirk is positively coy as she winks at her friend. "I have a few charms that might work if you need a little help selecting something."
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And oh, there's a familiar face. "Amelia," he calls out with a smile, waving his prosthetic hand at her. "You dance like you fight." That's a compliment, of course.
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"Thank you, that's very gracious." She takes a seat next to him and removes her cloak with a relieved exhale. It's definitely time to cool off a bit. "Do I get this compliment from another warrior with dancing prowess? Or from someone who simply appreciates a fine dancer?" Despite her teasing tone, it's a completely earnest question. She's heard many tales of Thor's skills on the field of battle, and a compliment like this one makes her wonder how rounded his skill set is.
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When was the last time he had reason to dance? Certainly not during his time with the Avengers, though he'd attended parties in Stark Tower. Those were more about drinking and socializing than dancing, which he was also good at, of course. Maybe twenty years back, at the victory celebration after the battle of Harokin? "It's been a while," he says at last, rubbing at his bearded chin.
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