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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
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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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"Well, it's hard to Really know for certain. We can't exactly prove it definitively. That there's nothing out there, I mean. We have scientific explanations for a good chunk of the basics. Plus, that's not to say my world didn't used to have a huge focus on several organized religions...some of which still exist. Though by now they're most often practiced out of cultural tradition." It's just. Well. Nothing ever came of it. After their First Contact and the discoveries that came after it just made more sense to look forward rather than keep repeating the same history over and over again just because of belief.
"Considering how difficult it is for anyone or anything of magical inclination to utilize their abilities in my world though...I wouldn't be surprised if it really were the case. It seems to be a dearth of paracausal energy." He offers both angel and demon a small, diplomatic shake of his head and the tiniest of shrugs.
He's still working through observation logs and hypotheses. Jury's out yet.
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Not that his relief lasts. "You mean to say that anyone with magical or supernatural ability has trouble with their powers while visiting your world?" He sighs, clearly dismayed, and looks at Crowley. "Well, that scraps the visit to Alpha Centauri, doesn't it? Unless you're willing to go native. I'm not sure I am in all honesty..."
As much as Aziraphale likes living among humans, he does not feel the desire to emulate all of life's little inconveniences. That's like roughing it in the woods versus staying at a fancy hotel. There's no contest.
"So it's all... physics, then?" The look he gives Jim is confused. "And the aliens? There aren't any alien gods to speak of?" He'd take an alien god at this point.
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"Maybe not in this man's universe. Maybe the other captain has better luck in his version?" Seems unlikely, but a demon can imagine a universe in which this is possible if he tries. He frowns at Aziraphale and draws his angel closer. Really, it shouldn't be too much to ask for the two of them to be able to visit Alpha Centauri together someday!
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"In my reality, yes. So far as we've found. But Mister Crowley does have a point. Your cosmos might be much different than mine. I've got a pretty good hunch my husband's greater solar system can't even be glimpsed in any way I know how to traverse it. It's planetary map seems impossible and that's before..." Jim realizes he's getting into the weeds more than a bit and reins himself back in. Reaches up to adjust his tie while he clears his throat.
"Plenty of other sentient life though. There's nearly two hundred species represented by my galaxy's Federation of Planets. Many more we've yet to meet or treaty with."
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He'd like to see the stars that his demon made, too, but that's a different sort of journey. He smiles up at Crowley reassuringly. "Yes, perhaps. I'll ask him later. And if not, we'll think of something else. As Jim here says, there are all sorts of worlds out there. I'm sure we can find one where space travel and the divine co-exist."
He returns his attention to Jim, existential concerns shunted off for the time being. This is the man's wedding reception, after all, it's important to keep the conversation light. "Ah, that's so many! How are you all able to get along?" An idea occurs to him and he asks animatedly, "A universal translator, perhaps? Humans did so well before the Tower of Babel fell, didn't they, Crowley?"