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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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For a minute he fidgets quietly, wondering what that must have been like. Wondering how Rocket felt about all of that. Instead when he looks at his short companion again he asks, "Is it like... reincarnation?"
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Rocket tilts his head up a little, raising his chin. "Y'know, I dunno. Maybe he'll remember the stuff we did back when he was big someday, but it's been four years already. He's... he's alive. That's what matters." That, at least, he believes with all his heart.
He shakes off the melancholy and looks up at Viatorus. "You got any kids?"
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"And he's happy," Viatorus adds quietly. It's a wonder, really. To have gone through so much and to be so happy and free. The mage can understand why someone like Runa could be like that, but Groot? He has the secret to happiness despite trauma and Viatorus finds a desperate longing for that knowledge creeping up on him. That is, until Rocket surprises him with a question.
At first he blinks at his new friend, then looks back to the dancers. As if that might hide the blush on his cheeks. "No. Um. No, not yet. W-We will, just... Not yet."
Quickly he turns back to Rocket. "Do you?"
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He tilts his head toward the dance floor a little. "Other than Groot, nah. Got too many adults to keep alive to keep track of another kid." He copes by laughing; it's how he keeps the pain away. Pretending he didn't lose them all, even if he got them back in the end. "He's plenty for me. For us, I mean. 'specially now that he's old enough he ain't just shoving everything into his mouth."
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Although it's probably going to be much easier with tutors and nannies and servants. Presuming Runa will let any of them near her child once she gets her hands on one.
"Oh! You're not alone? Do you have a..." He hesitates over which word to use. "... girlfriend?"
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That's totally how families happen, he's pretty sure.
"We're the Guardians of the Galaxy," he says, quelling the pang in his chest at the reminder that for a while, he'd been the only one. "Big-time galaxy savers now. Not surprised if you ain't heard of us though. Lotta people here haven't." Which is kind of annoying, but it is what it is.
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"Mm, well nobody's heard of my family here either, so I know what you mean." He trails into an awkward mutter, adding, "It drives my sister up the wall..."
A small, dry cough doesn't quite shift his discomfort so, voice low, he asks, "C-Can I ask why you were in prison?"
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“You can ask,” he says, and leaves a pause just long enough to make it seem like he’s not gonna answer before he cracks a smile. “Petty theft, mercenary activity. Got busted trying to live capture a bounty and now he’s one of the family.” Also arson and fourteen prior escapes from incarceration, but if Rocket says that, this guy might just run off screaming. Which would be funny, but then his wife would probably go after him, and Groot’s having too much fun to break it up so soon.
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That doesn't stop him from subconsciously touching his jacket, reminding himself of his precious compass in his inside pocket.
"That, um... That sounds like... Like a very strange story." He clears his throat to buy him time while he wraps his head around this. "You know, I don't think I've met someone who's been in prison before. Not even here. There are so many different people here and I've never met one who went to jail."
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Still, he has a lazy grin as he winks up at Viatorus. "It's a hell of a long story. Think Groot and your wife are gonna get tired of dancing way before I'd finish telling it."
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Clearing his throat, he opts to change the subject before his head spins any faster. "Have-Have you been in space before?"
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"Every damn day of my life, almost." Rocket sounds amused, proud, and slightly condescending all at once. "Been to more planets than I can count. Always work no matter what corner of the galaxy you've got yourself into, and some of the sights are worth the trip. You?"