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smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm
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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!))
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At some point, the door to the hall is opened and Han lets himself in while the door swings open. The vape gets tucked into the inside pocket of the fitted blazer he’s wearing as he starts to weave himself into the event, heading directly to the bar.
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His moustache curls in surprise before he waves a wine glass at Han,
burblingbubbling with pleasure to see his fellow dad here. Long time, noseasee!no subject
Yeah, his eyes are a little glassy, but he fits right in at a wedding, right? At a good wedding there isn’t a dry eye in the house.
That’s his story and he’s sticking to it.“Heya pal, didn’t expect to see you here.”
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Oh, but where are his manners? He waves the glass
stuck toin his hand. Can he get you anything, Han?no subject
If the wedding party paid for the good stuff, Bob. Is it an open bar? Does this place take Venmo? He pats himself down until he finds which pocket he put his wallet in. Suddenly, he’s wondering if he brought any cash.
He hadn’t expected to crash a wedding today.
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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.
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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.”
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and infinitely flexible limbs, Han! He says something rather agreeable about the brandy and whisks a clean glass from the other counter.Setting it upright on the bar and safely opening the brandy takes some concentration, or maybe Bob's just lost in thought for a second. He doesn't relax until the brandy's glugging safely into the glass (hopefully Han's fine with a lot of it).
So how's the family, Han? He's full of inquisitiveness as he passes the brimming glass to Han and leaves the bottle- er, throws the bottle across the room. Oops. He'll get that in a minute.