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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!))
Jim NO
stumbleswanders over to see what all the fuss is about, a mostly full bottle of whiskey still in his hand. Considering how much of it Jim and his Asgardian drinking buddy have had it really shouldn't be so full but who's counting right now?A grin spreads across Jim's face when he reads the sign (for the fourth time, and finally understood it). Who thought this up? They're geniuses. He needs them on his ship at once. Or maybe they already are his crew are pretty smart.
"Where d'we sign up?"
OBJECTION!
"Is that your first bottle?" she asks pointedly, while Celann's hurrying over. "You look three sheets to the wind already."
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Three and a half, I'd say.""Captain! What do you think?" Celann is a little behind as he joins them, beaming beneath his mustache. "This ought to be marvelous fun, eh?"
Sorry Jim your rank means nothing to a Guardian
Doubly so when a familiar face arrives.
"I love it! Sign me up. I've got....a bike. Back in Iowa. Shouldn' take long to go get."
Not that a 'bike' will mean much to the knight but it's probably some sort of mount. Anyone who trusts this man with a PINpoint right now, much less a moving vehicle and Especially a non living one, is out of their minds.
HOLD IT MISTER :|
"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."
No Overrule here
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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Thankfully he doesn't argue much. Tarana would regret it a little bit if she had to pick up one of the grooms and put him elsewhere. She watches him go with a nod, only turning a frown on Celann when the knight sighs in relief.
"That's sorted out, at least?" he says, and the Titan shakes her head. She's known a lot of Guardians, and she knows the look of a man she hasn't seen the last of.
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The injustice of Tarana's responsibility sustains the captain while he wanders past the dance floor, past the food and drinks, until he finds the man he's looking for standing next to a small table watching various card games being played. Hikaru Sulu hasn't yet met a vehicle he couldn't operate, a fact that Jim is willing to bet everything on in this moment.
"Sulu, just th'man I'm looking for. I need--I need your help."
"Sitting down?" The Enterprise's helmsman steps out of reach of Jim's unsteady grip but falls into step at his captain's side with the hints of an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You've really outdone yourself this time, haven't you? What's on your mind, Jim?"
No need for formalities at a wedding. Moreover, Jim's not apt to remember this come morning.
"Jousting." The response once again proving that no one can predict what comes out of Jim Kirk's mouth. Hikaru almost spills his own drink by the laugh startled out of him. He raises a brow.
"Jousting."
"Yes." Fervent nodding.
"Okay...You had my interest. Now you have my attention. What about it?" Hikaru will have to steer Jim away from anything he might bump into while his captain explains the situation to him. By the time they come into view of the sign Hikaru steps ahead of Jim to approach the individuals taking volunteers himself. His captain is left to
swayhover behind him and observe."Since the captain is in no condition to be participating in this event, I will sign on in his stead. The captain's offered to let me borrow his vehicle." He nods toward the Sparrows gathered off to one side. "It's not dissimilar to those over there, if that's allowed."
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"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?"
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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.
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With that in mind, she points them over to the side of the field. The Hunter nearby has moved on to setting out reinforced chestpieces and helms, inspecting those the squires bring over from their own stores. Those will need to be adjusted to actually fit their temporary bearers, too, but they'll find something to suit Sulu, be it space soldier or medieval knight.
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Indeed the bike that Sulu points back with is much in the same style of a Guardian's sparrow than it is anything else. The vehicle doesn't have near the kind of top speed a Sparrow has and runs a bit cleaner but then there's still a hefty population in their universe so design priorities are a bit different between the vehicles. The Ghosts are sure to have fun with whatever sort of Golden Age equivalent tech they can get their scanners on.
Hikaru meanwhile takes the time to fill out whatever forms Tarana has provided including his name and which ride belongs to him. He lingers quite a while over the knights' outfits but won't be able to feel terribly stable in the gear so after trying it on he'll end up borrowing from the Guardians' pile. This, at least, feels sort of similar to his fencing gear. It's comforting.