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Jim Kirk ([personal profile] smartass_captain) wrote2019-12-07 04:26 pm

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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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-25 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
“He’s probably not civilized yet.”

Han says, a few notes softer than he had when he’d walked up to her. Now that he’s able to look at her closely, he can guess how old he might be and that she was likely to be referencing him. Sort of. He hadn’t intended to bring the other one up on approach, but ... he always did love to talk about himself.

Han set his glass down for a moment on the nearest table. His own drink was of a much higher alcohol content and certainly a lot more bitter than a cider would be.

“Sorry. I can open if you like.” He murmurs. “I don’t think I know Kirk, I’m just friends with the bartender.”

The only Captain Kirk he knows is on TV.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
That made her smile, and before she could help herself she was laughing. "I might have said the same thing about him."

Did she know him somehow? Maybe someone she'd run into with Han, but she couldn't place him exactly. The voice though, that low rumble was, nice. "Please, thanks." Leia handed the bottle back to him and listened when he spoke. Eyes scanning his face.

When it hit her she grabbed the back of the chair beside her. What had Han said? The Nexus is a strange place, Sweetheart. Monsters and magic and aliens of all kids. If you're lucky you might meet more than one of yours truly. A place like this is about the only place that could handle it I guess.

"Han?"
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-25 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
His answer is simply a familiar smile, though it’s a touch more knowing than what she was used to from him. Making reference to being uncivilized before he met Leia was a joke he usually springs on people when he’s breaking the ice. And because he regularly meets people who knew her without knowing him. It’s usually at some sort of social function at home and not a multi-verse far, far away.

“Of sorts.” He murmurs. “The pleasure is all mine, really.” He knows who you are, darlin’. No need for introductions.

The twist off cap is easy for him to remove. He has great hand strength and a well calloused palm to get her drink open, but he does seem a little concerned when she reaches for the chair. He suspects she’ll recover quickly enough, but if she looks like she’s gonna get any more wobbly on him he’s ready to put the drink down and ease her to sitting.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-25 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"You..he mentioned this sort of thing but," But she didn't believe him, thought he was making fun of her, hazing her. "I wasn't prepared. You look different." No she didn't say old, just different.

Now that she was sure who it was she was on more stable ground, both literally and figuratively. He had grown kind, even nice, she had to wonder if that was just an effect of the years or of life. She didn't find herself almost immediately on the defensive or ready with some smart comment back at him and that was a rare thing.

"Would you care to join me?" That was something she never would have asked of his younger self, but now she extended a hand to the table and smiled.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-25 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
It could have had something to do with many more years of being an accessory at political functions. He had learned how to be charming and gentle in a way that he just didn’t know how to be at age thirty. He had years of being Leia’s husband under his belt and that had given him a lot more knowledge of how she would appreciate being treated than the younger him had. And he had always treated her differently than he would anybody else — whether she believed that or not.

“It’s my hair, isn’t it?” As if it wasn’t obvious that what set him apart from the Han she knew was age.

Since she already was posed on the chair, he doesn’t opt to pull it out for her. Though, he probably would have in other circumstances. Instead he simply sits without much ceremony.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-25 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She was just dumbstruck, he was funny. He was really funny and..charming. Leia laughed again and shook her head.

"That's it, the hair. It's shorter." She couldn't seem to keep the smile away, why she felt so immediately at ease with him now was a surprise to her. Not at all unpleasant but still a surprise.

Leia seated herself and sipped at her drink, it was pleasantly crisp but with a bite to it. She decided she liked it. "I suppose this is catching up after so many years, so how are you? Is Chewie here?" Her elbow sat to the table top and propped her chin in it, inclined to listen if he was to talk.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-26 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
While she seemed to be delighted by the fact that she could have a conversation with him, he was equally smitten with her. It was a chance to remind himself just how stunning Leia was when he’d managed to win her over and recapture time that had long passed, if only in his minds eye. He was also lucky to be married to Leia now, but he had to take the chance to delight in this for what it was.

“I come through by myself.” To call it a vacation would make it seem like he came though for a longer period of time than he actually did, but that was kinda the gist. “Not much to tell about Chewie, he still rarely leaves my side. Although, he got fleas a few weeks ago somehow. We went through a ton of special shampoo.”

His life, probably, was a whole lot more mundane than hers. Considering what he had sussed out about the other guy. A one planet existence would have to be pretty boring, right?

“What about you?” He says, taking a slow sip from his glass. “I remember you being very busy.”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-26 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
How was it he could continue to make her laugh, it was almost undignified of her when she had to lower the bottle and clamp a hand over her mouth at the image of Chewie and flea shampoo.

When she could swallow she laughed, one he'd know from later in their life together when she had actually let her guard down and had been moved by something truly funny. Congratulations old man, you've done more for her in a few minutes than young you had in weeks. Her mood had been lifted completely and her relaxation showed.

"I still am, we're setting up a base on Hoth and Han.. the other Han is helping us get settled in. He still has his business on the side but it wouldn't be fair to expect him to just give that up." Aside form that there was just all the paper work and all the covert meetings to arrange alliances and then trying to find funds... her days usually ended within a few hours of the next one starting up again.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-26 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Han had never talked extensively about his ‘other’. Usually the conversations stopped suddenly when the mistake identities are discovered. He got the impression that the younger guy could travel through space and was renowned for something or another, but little more than that. Setting up bases was far more specific than anyone had ever been with him before and that was something of a surprise to him. His wife had come from a political-military family, but she had largely been a politician and the truth this Han was happier for that.

He’d come home from the Air Force, after serving, with more baggage than he ever expected. He certainly wouldn’t wish that on anyone else.

“Well ...” Han drawled, taking another sip. “... I have to believe working that closely with anyone takes its toll. All the more so during wartime.”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-26 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)

“I suppose your right.” It had a sort of wisdom to it that her general tendency to snap would overlook. She’d file that away for later and maybe it might save Han some grief at some point.

“And you? You look well, look like you’ve done well for yourself.” Leia wouldn’t have thought the Han she knew had a chance to reach his age with his brash recklessness. But clearly this man had and had learned some along the way. She found, despite who he was, that she liked him. This version of him had the charm with less of the arrogance, some of those rough edges had been worn more smooth.

The music changed and a very energetic song played, she had no idea what it was but it was loud. She moved her chair to better be able to hear him over the rising volume of both music and revelers.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-26 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Considering nobody hears as good at his age as they do at hers, he would have had to close the distance between them a bit if she hadn’t done it first. That said, he’s not at all dissatisfied that they have to be close together and she’ll sense Han shifting his balance a little bit, so he can direct his voice a little closer to her ear.

She’ll feel his hand gently on her wrist before he tells her ...

“You’ll have to forgive me for not saying too much right away.” His hand, of course, is even more calloused than the Han she knows. With 30 or so more years of labor to their credit, it’s not very surprising. “I know I’m not exactly an older version of him, but all the same, somethings maybe shouldn’t be said, huh?”

He reaches for another sip of from the glass and then, leans a little closer to her. There’s a brief pause where he seems to be sorting his thoughts -or- looking at the way she’d exposed some of her neck by the way she had pinned her hair.

“I’m doing well. Hoping to retire soon. Spent a lot of time flying dozens of people where they needed to go is alright, but when you’ve been doing it as long as I have it gets tiring. Saw my share of fighting before that, though.”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-26 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Han had said that too, that sometimes people here knew things from the future or the past or even alternate dimensions. So that wasn’t a surprise, but the touch was. It was light, undemanding but rough. Most men who have laid a hand on her either did so in courting or torture, there had been very little in between. This was, warm, and kind. It felt somehow strong and yet gentle. If he didn’t look so much like Han or hadn’t said as much she wouldn’t have ever thought they could remotely be the same person.

“I think I understand.” He was being kind to her, which likely meant he knew something about her relative future, and if he’d rather not say then perhaps she’d rather not know. Knowing too much can make you change your mind, rethink decisions. She might not take a change she would have otherwise, she’d given her word to her father and failed in that. Leia wouldn’t let that fear change her decisions now.

“So you still fly? I’m not sure the man I know would ever willingly give it up. I think he loves that ship more than anything in the universe.” In fact she wouldn’t be surprised if he spoke that his ship.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-27 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
There was a huge difference between working as a commercial airline pilot (or being a huey pilot in the Air Force, for that matter) and being a galactic smuggler in space, but a lifelong love of flying was a constant for both of them. They had both grown up looking into the sky and knowing that was where they belonged. It was nice that certain things were a constant.

“Got his own ship, huh?” He sounds like he’s not surprised by that fact. “I’d be willing to bet he loves it a lot, but I wouldn’t bet on it being the thing he loves most.”

He smiles just slightly at Leia when he says it. It seemed like too much to say more and they were still young and hard headed. Both of them. But if their futures lines up the way he thinks it does? Well, he knows that there will come a point where the ship isn’t the thing he loves best.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-27 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
“He’s very proud of it..her.” She smiled and shook her head, disagreeing with him but not arguing. “Oh it is, he polishes it when he thinks people aren’t looking.” She has witnessed this happening before.

She found herself having a good time in spite of however she had come here, she was glad she had. The drink, the music which had slowed and changed to some soft melodic sort of thing, a bit brassy but very steady with its beat. How was Leia to identify big band as a musical form when it was not part of what she knew?

“Would you be willing to dance with me? It’s been ages and, well I think I’m in the mood.” She turned her hand over and moved it enough that he could take it should he agree. She was smiling and not in the showing a lot of vicious teeth way.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-27 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
There’s a small part of him that wonders if maybe it’s a bad idea to take her up on this. As charmed as she seems to be with him, he is equally as charmed by her. While she resembles Leia at about the age that she was when he met her, she’s not his Leia. Should he, really, go dance with her? The indecision seems to last only for a moment.

She’ll feel that strong, but gentle hand tug her lightly. Han, who is rising to his feet, offered her a warm (if a bit lopsided) smile. He was once the guy who did what he wanted to do, without thinking much deeper on it and he still had his moments.

“I’m more than happy to accept, Leia.”

He’ll lead her out to somewhere sort of solitary and not all that close to the source of the music. He didn’t know how up for talking she would or wouldn’t want to be, but if his history told him anything, it was possible that they might exchange some words while moving together.

He’s very thoughtful about the placement of his hands and how close he ought to draw her in. He is, perhaps, fractionally more close than he would hold anyone else in this room, but not quite as forward as he would have been with his wife.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-27 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
They were just two people who were enjoying each other's company and she really needs that right now. This older Han has some of what she does respect of Solo but also something not unlike Bail. His presence is a comfort to her, though she wouldn't be so uncouth as to tell him he reminded her of her father.

They moved a bit apart from the other party goers,still plenty of music but also they could talk and she didn't feel the need to raise her voice.

And..

And he was a surprisingly good dancer. She was a bit taken aback when his steps were fluid enough to make her feel as if it might have been her leading. Surely that was not Solo, it must have been some other life experience this man had. It added to her enjoyment though and she stepped with him, perfectly happy in their proximity and not pushing in.

"I'm glad you agreed, I would have felt a little foolish if you hadn't. I'm not sure why I asked except that it's been a long time and tonight is turning out so much nicer than I'd thought it would."
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-27 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
It’s good that she has that much couth, because comparing him to her father would have certainly curbed his enthusiasm a bit. It’s a little bit difficult for him to mange all feelings he has just being around her and maybe on some level he can sense them — affection, appreciation, concern, worry, envy — it’s a storm of feeling, but he’s managed to keep a relatively straight-face through it all.

“The version of you that I know, she always did throw herself into work.” He says, letting that thought percolate for a moment before adding. “I always admired the way you went to tackle problems head on that most people wanted nothing to do with.”

But, that always takes a toll. Even when you’re as well adjusted and hardworking as Leia Organa. Being this close to him does offer a close view of him. He has his share of wrinkles and his shaggy hair has gone a somewhat distinguished shade of white-gray. What’s absent is the resting frown that she’s used to seeing from the other guy.

“I haven’t danced with anyone in a long time.”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-27 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no possible way he could understand what a compliment that comparison would be even if she had spoken it aloud. Bail saved her, adopted her and raised her with as much love and devotion as a true born daughter. He'd instilled in her the very strengths that he commented on. Her father might not have been her blood, but he was the man who loved he most dearly in the universe and she owed him so much.

Odd to hear him speak of another version of her, but that too she thought was to be expected if there was more than one of him. "Some might say too involved in my cause and too head strong." And they might not be wrong, but if she didn't who would? Why should any one follow her leadership if she wasn't just as willing to risk and sacrifice as they were? No, she suspected that being so deeply entrenched in the rebellion would be her life's passion and that might not always make her the easiest person to be around.

Leia look up to him, that was familiar, she always had to with Han. The face was the same, she could see very clearly now this is a Solo who had aged and matured. He didn't assert himself so much and he was begging for a fight. The weathering of his features was natural and suited the personality, it didn't make him less handsome just an aged version of the rugged smuggler she knew now. But he looks...content? Maybe that is the word. Secure. Something.

"Maybe it's something we should both remind ourselves to make time for in the future." Though where she would find time between raids and evacuations and planetary assaults she had no idea.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-27 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
“Like I said, I admire you for it.”

At this point, he knows himself well enough know that by default, he’s one of the people who would rather not be involved. Not that he can’t be pushed into it, but he recognizes that it’s something special about her and deserving of praise. “I know that I’ve needed to be spurred on a few times. Even when I know it’s the right thing to do.”

But that was part of the beauty of being with Leia and he recognizes that too. He is made better when she’s in his life and he can’t help hope that someday she’ll be that way too.

When she mentioned dancing more? He cocks a very amused grin because he knows exactly how little the man she calls Han Solo has had a chance to practice. He hadn’t become good at dancing well into being the husband of a prominent politician.

“Make sure you go easy on him, if you ask. I didn’t really learn until my wife had taught me.”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-27 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Him? Han?" Oh there was that laugh again, the honestly delighted one from earlier. "I think he'd be happier to stay as far away from me as possible, we get too close and it's like a proximity alarm in an asteroid field." Meaning something was going to happen quickly and to one degree of bad or another.

"I'm sure whomever he marries will have a lot to deal with more pressing than dance lessons." Like how to be a civil human being, how to apologize, how to listen when someone is trying to tell you something... oh the list could go on and on.

Leia followed his steps and glided along, she had been trained to dance as well, and it hadn't been as simple as just lessons. The princess had fought some of the more frivolous aspects of courtly training until she was old enough to understand why it was necessary. Dancing for pleasure as they were now, was rare. More often than not if Leia had been to a lavish ball or gala it had been to get close enough to people to gather or pass information.

Her life had not been the picture of luxury or ease that people so often believed, but now that she thought about it she wouldn't trade a moment of it for anything. Her regret being that it was a fair chance that she would never get to be the sort of parent that she'd had. Leia's life was destined to be alone.
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-27 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
“Well, I like you. It could be that he likes you more than he lets on.”

And she can take that for what it’s worth. He remembered a time where it felt like she was a lot more difficult to get along with. It’s, also, not like he and Leia didn’t argue now — war still got waged between them. It just usually ends up being over a lot quicker then it used to be and their picked their battles more carefully. It’s resulted in a fewer number of explosive arguments, but probably instances of nagging and more subtle passive aggressive behaviors. And faces being made behind the other’s back.

What makes Han a good partner for Leia is that he knows all of her tendencies. It was real easy to trip on each other when they started trying to dance together with the differences in height being a lot of the problem. Now he knows what size stride is comfortable without thinking at all about it. She was as disciplined as he would have expected with her movements and he, if nothing else, was relatively athletic.

“What do you do these days that’s just for you? Even if it’s just a small part of the day?”
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-27 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
She was dubious of that but didn’t correct him, he seemed to have a far kinder nature than the Han she knew. Han had a way of making situations with him difficult, whatever else was going on he seemed to push it that much further until she couldn’t ignore him and had to deal with him. His intentions might not always be bad but he more often than not found the worst ways to act on them.

The rebellion had been able to pay him well for his services and looked the other way when his methods were less than scrupulous, war had a way of making ethics flexible. So Han could come and go as he please but with the additional attention he was getting for association with the rebellion it might have put a damper on his side jobs. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that but Han did come through for them more than once when it really mattered, so she endured as best she could.

Her movements were smooth up until he asked her that question, one which made her falter slightly in step. She blinked up at him and found herself uncharacteristically without a response, it took her several moments. “I have meetings and I arrange communications for diplomatic connections. I have to issue orders and raise funds.”
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-28 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
“You’ll have to forgive me.”

He says, there’s a touch of something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Disappointment, a little bit of sadness, maybe both? He has a response ready to go, however, because he half expected that answer.

“I was hoping to get some intel from you. Something I could surprise Leia with the next time I saw her. It didn’t seem ... like a bad intention when I thought about it, but I see that I put you on the spot.”

There. A way out of the awkward conversation that she could easily take if she wanted. After all, it wasn’t his job to convince her that she out to take it easy once in a while.
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[personal profile] solobutnotalone 2019-12-28 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry that was, well that was completely unhelpful." Leia shook her head, long brown curls dancing over her shoulder with the movement. "It's been a long time since I've thought recreationally."

When had the time time she'd done something not related to her work? Even the ceremony after the destruction of the death star had been a chance to gain allies. She thought back and the last time she could recall feeling safe enough to let her guard down and relax without worrying about what she needed to do to ensure other's safety was before Alderaan was lost.

"I used to like riding, a feeling of freedom and control. Just head out and not really think about where I wanted to end up I could just go where ever I wanted for as long as I wanted. Maybe that was why Han was so attached to the Falcon, a similar sense of freedom. "I enjoyed sailing too. It's been years since I've done any of that without it being some sort of mission."
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[personal profile] rebelscumfather 2019-12-28 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
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.”

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