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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!))

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"I was. Will be again soon. I am learning the things needed to join the Star Fleet." She gestures vaguely as she talks. For as fascinating as much of the course work is, it's still Formal Education at the end of the day and that's really only so interesting to talk about.

"When I have proven myself in their trials I will be flying again."

She glances between Groot and Rocket a couple of times.

"And you? Your house flies as well?"

Star Fleet, that sounds Official. Rocket's never been much for those sorts of things, himself. They want people to follow rules and blah blah something private property, yadda yadda. Besides, even just an implication of somebody owning him makes his fur stand on end. Nope, better the privateer life, thanks very much.

"You bet your ass it does," he answers proudly. "All over the galaxy. The Benatar's a great little ship. 'course, I'm the captain." He's not, not really, but six months of de facto ownership means it might as well be.

For some reason Rocket's comment makes the cadet scowl just a little bit from her seat, though she doesn't get up or anything. Like Draxx, certain colloquialisms don't quite make a whole lot of sense to her just yet. Her ass does not make claims or place anything. But lacking any real idea as to what he could have meant by the claim Jaylah just shrugs and lets it go.

Besides, she's much more interested in this ship of theirs.

"Montomgery Scotty's ship does this as well. Flying into uncharted space. I will not be captain, but I will keep it flying, whatever it takes." There is no question doubting Rocket's captaincy aboard his ship. "It is a small ship? Fast then. Mine is not being small. Hundreds work to make it go."

Hundreds? Rocket can't help but picture something like Thanos' monster of a ship, or maybe something more like one of the Nova Corps' cruisers. He can't whistle, but the noise he makes is impressed. "Nothin' that big. Eight people tops." Of course, they only have six now, and Gamora's absence is still a noticeable void on the ship. But dammit... it's still better than having nobody but Rocket. Well, and Nebula, obviously.

Four out of five ain't that bad, all things considered. He'd never thought he'd get any of them back.

"'Course, we can fly it with a crew of two, but that ain't as fun." More lonely, he means, but he's not saying that part out loud.

Jaylah turns toward Groot then, unwilling to leave the sentient sapling out of the conversation entirely even if the fuzzy one has to translate for her to understand properly.

"Do you like the flying ship? What do you do?" If Rocket here is the captain and there are only a few of them, surely they must all be multi-faceted in their responsibilities. Age doesn't have much to do with it in her experience. She's in the Academy after all and barely more than a child. Plus there's Chekov. Younger people can do good too!

Do? Groot blinks at her in puzzlement. "I am... Groot? I am Groot..." The treenager glances uncertainly to Rocket, before returning his gaze to Jaylah, and nods a little.

"He's our entertainment specialist," Rocket 'translates,' with a cheeky little wink. "Keeps us all from gettin' bored in between here and there."

"I am Groot!" That's not what I said! Groot frowns at him as best he can, which Rocket pretends not to notice.

Jaylah won't say much during this exchange. watching it makes her chest ache uncomfortably for the family she has lost. Because that's what she's witnessing, the cadet is sure of it. But it is a good thing, to feel this. She has to keep reminding herself to be strong for them.

It is good that there are still families like this.

"No one wants to be stuck anywhere forever and bored." Jaylah instead comments quietly. "Enough to go crazy."

Groot may not notice that quiet little tone, but Rocket does, and he glances over at her, his ears flicking back slightly. "Nah," he agrees, his arms crossed over his chest, and trying not to think of how damn quiet the Benatar was for half a year. How quiet the rest of the world was. "Wouldn't want that."

"I am Groot," Groot mutters, still a little disgruntled over the deliberate mistranslation, but sort of pleased that his dad thinks he has such an important job, even if he's bullshitting it a bit.

Rocket shakes his head slightly, bringing a smile back to his face. "Y'know, your taste in music ain't half bad."

You said it yourself, Rocket. Everyone's got dead people. Jaylah here doesn't feel the need to bring down everyone's party moods with hers is all. It's fair to say she wouldn't really know how to talk about them in a casual setting anyway. They're memories she keeps very close to her heart. Protected where no one can hurt them again, if only in memory.

The cadet sits up a bit straighter to hear mention of the music.

"It is Earth classical! Captain James-Tee showed me many more kinds. My house had some but not much. I have expanded my horizons since."

Classical, huh? Sounds legit to Rocket. Half their genre names don’t make any sense anyway - where’s the rocks in rock, or the metal in metal? And why are there like eight thousand types of metal when they all sound the same? It’s nonsense. Rocket just knows what he likes, and what he likes are ballads and banging jams.

“You and I gotta compare playlists sometime. I got a whole buncha new stuff over the past year. Can’t work without it, right?”

"My room-mate does not appreciate it the way I do. I have had to invest in personal sound devices when she is in." Which is a damn shame so far as Jaylah is concerned but she's learning well enough how to get along with others at the Academy. It hasn't been the easiest of transitions for her.

"I have my music box with me, if you want to see. I brought the beats to this night." Hup, let her just hop right on up to her feet once more. Ready to go and take Rocket to her music set up she's got. While the bards take a turn playing music she disconnects her PADD from the sound system set up and hands it over to Rocket to peruse. Given his music diving with Jim the one day, lots of the bands contained therein won't be surprising. Jaylah has taken a lot of recommendations form him in her music list.

Very few ballads live here, but banging jams? She has that in spades.

Even if these systems weren't fairly intuitive to start with, Rocket would have had little trouble figuring out how to use it ASAP. Nimble little hands scroll through her library, recognizing quite a few tracks on her list, though others he's never heard of. "Damn," he says, sounding impressed at the sheer quantity of tracks she's collected. "You could listen to this for a coupla days without any repeats."

And to think that Quill had once listened to the same dozen songs over and over again for years.

"It is much of it classical music. I prefer the beats of old, to newer synthetic sounds. But there is some new. There is a place not far from campus that has music with life to it and I have asked the workers there often what it is they are playing. Sometimes they will show me and I can get for myself."

Jaylah stands a bit taller and prouder that Rocket recognizes the effort she's put into curating her collection over her time on Earth at the Starfleet Academy. She's never been very good about having much for possessions but this here, this she is proud of. Music has been a constant companion for her to ease her loneliness. Now it is a bridge between herself and the people she cares about out in the Black while she studies.

"Where do you get your music?"

"Coupla places. Here was the big one. Got a lotta song recs one day, and been diggin' on my own since then. Earth's got a lot of tunes I like." Not that other planets don't have their own music industries, but Rocket's heard a ton of that. Earth music is new and novel, and he's gotten well used to it, thanks to Quill.

"Flyin' around just ain't the same if you don't have music going."

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