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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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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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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.
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Pavel's reply is sheepish, well aware he's the lowest ranking member of the crew here today out of everyone. Well, save perhaps one who's only an Academy Cadet, but it's had not to consider Jaylah as one of their own already.
"I do good work though, in navigation and in engineering!" He's more than ready enough to prove it too, if she won't believe him. "You may call me whichever you wish then, Leia. Am used to both ways. Kirk, the captain, calls me Chekov though if you'd rather." Just let him puff his chest out a bit in pride that a Princess approves of his commanding officer. That's a pretty cool thing.
"He does have a reputation, though in recent years it's becoming more and more for doing the impossible."
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"Pavel then. I am sure you'l rise through the ranks with enthusiasm like that." He had earned his place in the crew and Kirk didn't seem the type to just take on anyone long term.
"What are your aspirations? Would you like to command your own ship one day?"
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"Mine? A ship of my own?" He considers that for only about half a second before shaking his head quickly. "I have seen the paperwork and meetings and responsibilities a Captain has. I want to have free time once in a while. But I'd like to be chief navigator someday. Mayyyybe try for first officer if my best friend ever gets a ship of his own. We work well together. He flies where I tell him!" Laughing, at that. Pavel respects the captain more than anything, but the Enterprise's Helmsman Hikaru Sulu is his closest friend.
"But no! This won't do. I cannot just talk about our ship. Please, would you tell me a bit about yourself? I have manners, am so sorry."
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"I can sympathize with paperwork, it takes up far more of my time than I'd like." She nodded as he continued, her smile growing as he spoke with such clear enthusiasm.
"Your manners are fine, it's good to see such passion for what you do, it means the job is more like a life choice than work." But she supposed she could offer up some conversation of her own. "I am currently traveling with Captain Solo, I don't know if you know him or not. I wish we had pilots and navigators like yourself, good shipmen are hard to find, so we have Solo."
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He tilts his head to the side, eyes wide with his curiosity. Another captain! How exciting.
"I have not met this Captain Solo but if he is good enough to work for a Princess I am sure he'd pass muster with my companions." It doesn't sound like the captain is as Official as any of them are by the way she talks about it though. Maybe a militia man from a colony?
"Is true. We..." The ensign trails off and his smile seems to go with it a moment. "We also have had shortages in the fleet recently. Many tragedies have wiped out whole portions of the fleet and taken out much of higher command. Recruitment efforts have been very high back home, I have heard." Pavel knows how hard it was to restaff their new ship even if he wasn't the one personally responsible for it. "You cannot give up Miss Leia. Plenty of people may want to join your fleet but may just need means to do so."
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Leia nodded, all too well understanding attacks and losses, Alderaan still stung her heart in a way she knew would never fully heal. "I've seen similar things with our Rebellion, we've lost whole worlds, fleets, good people." It pained her more than she could give words to. "But as you say, we cannot stop, what we're trying to do is too important."
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"Is important too to look around at something like this. At the small things that make people happy. Remind yourself the kind of world everyone deserves to live in. Even if not for exploration and research, I would still serve for that alone."
Pavel glances back to where Jaylah has lost her latest musical argument to the
bardslive band that the captain's husband seems to favor."You are here now, Miss Leia. You should have a good time." He turns and nods toward the open area scattered with people enjoying the music. "Do you dance?"
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"I agree, it can remind you what you're fighting for." Leia nodded and smiled over at the party goers, each having fun in their way.
The diminutive princess paused and then smiled broadly at Pavel. "I haven't had the chance in some time, but yes I used to enjoy it."
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"Would you prefer to teach me one of your dances or shall I show you one of my own?" His eager smile aims to please.
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She wasn't sure of the custom here but it seemed at least to be acceptable to offer her hand to him and let him take lead. It had been some time since she had danced, this would give her an excuse should she prove to have lost some of the grace she had in childhood.
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This Russia place must be the seed for all civilization the way he talks about it. The kid definitely has pride for his homeland in spades. Also it serves to distract him from how nervous he is touching her at all when he corrects anything she's doing. His hands are staying strictly to himself otherwise, lest her unseen security show up. Or worse, the captain. Leia won't think he's cool at all if Kirk shows up and starts teasing him!
It about their third or so song that he leans forward a bit closer and calls out over the music, "You're getting the hang of it now! Is fun, yes?"
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She was a fit woman, she'd had to be with all she did, but this was a far cry from a waltz and felt more like the pleasant muscle burn of distance running or vigorous exercise. She could understand why people enjoyed it, and the smile that had crept up on her lips without her knowledge reflected that.
"Yes, actually. It's very fun. I hope I'm not doing it a disservice though." She laughed a bit and did her best to keep up with him, her days of dancing lessons were long since past and they in no way lent themselves to this well at all. "The way you speak of Russia I have to wonder if they have been a formative part of your expanded culture. It seems as though they are part of everything."
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"Leia, this is my best friend Hikaru Sulu. He is the pilot I was telling you about. Hikaru this is Princess Leia of Alderaan, one of the captain's most esteemed guests." So take that hint and do not be a jerkface right here right now Sulu please he's nonverbally begging you.
Unlike Pavel, Hikaru isn't the sort to wear his emotions on his sleeves. Though there's a twinkle of amusement flitting across his face because he knows how this has likely gone down. The sorts of things his friend loves to lead the ladies he so eagerly courts into believing. Nothing harmful, really. But not all of it true, either.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, your Highness." He gives a small bow of his head in deference to her title. "You couldn't have picked a better dance partner out of our lot save for perhaps Uhura. I hope the evening's been treating you well."
"She cheats, she is good at everything she touches." Pavel huffs only slightly, mostly because he cannot fault their communications officer for being at least as multifaceted as the princess herself is. "But yes, we are glad to show you around."
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"This party was an unexpected delight, your captain is a very generous host." She had planned on spending her time on the Falcon with nothing to do buy wait for Han to return or explore the city. She'd had entirely more fun meeting new people and even dancing.