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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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If Delia's taking one of Jim's arms, Felix is taking the other, escorting the captain between them to the open table. Once there, the conjurer breaks away to lean against the table as he peers over it, a mite skeptical.
"Well then, which of you charmers is going to show me how it's done?"
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It's made a lot easier when Jim goes out of his way to spoil Felix as much as possible. While Felix is getting a lay of the table with its walls and lights Jim's going to find them cues so they can get started.
"Seems like a shame to just watch us. Come on, take one of these. The whole goal's to get these colored balls into the right spots." For a man with more than a little drink in him Jim's pretty practiced at setting up the table and the balls for them to play. "Delia can go first, and we'll both help you when th'other one's taking a turn."
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She flashes one of those damn bright, flirty, playful smiles of hers, her eye glittering with mischief and mirth. Delia does her part to help set up the table and pass out cue sticks, occasionally taking a sip of her drink as she does.
Delia then frowns thoughtfully, regarding the table as she moves to take her first shot to break. "After all, all the fun's in playing, taking the shots and seeing where it all goes."
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There's a rather satisfying clack as the balls break and go rolling across the smooth surface of the table. Felix watches them scatter with mild curiosity; he has no idea yet what he should be watching for.
"Well, I can't promise to be deft, but I can be flexible." He can try to imitate Delia's stance, too-or at least begin to before he lifts his eyebrows at them. "So, where am I supposed to be punting these?"
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Jim's gaze is on his husband more so than the table they're playing at. He grins when Felix settles in and it only gets wider when the mage looks up his way, then to Delia for some kind of information to help him out.
"Here." The captain taps the pocket in the center of the table with the end of his cue, then lifts it to tap each of the corner pockets in turn. "Here too, but it's less points than th'center one." It's only now that the captain's wondering if he'll be much good at this. It's been actual years since he's played at all and he's definitely
incredibly drunka bit tipsy right now. It should be fine though. Why wouldn't it be? He's Jim freaking Kirk. They're here to have fun and he can definitely do that.