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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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Of course, while it's easy for anyone outside to blame Jim for these kinds of situations what no one accounts for is the tiny unseen smile playing at the pilot's lips as he swings the bike around at his end of the field. This is a crazy, silly, stupid stunt they're pulling here for the sake of entertainment. When else will anyone here have the opportunity to do something like this? That alone is worth putting his all into this.
The chance to excel at something new and challenging definitely doesn't hurt either.
When the flag drops Sulu guns the bike with every assumption that his opponent will be doing the same. The lance jerks off center with the sudden burst of speed and while Sulu doesn't panic about it and over-correct he'll be too slow in getting his sights on the hunter. If he connects at all it's going to be a glancing blow too low to move the Hunter. Her own lance drives him right off the vehicle and into the grass with a Thud. Jim's bike tips over and slides across the grass without its rider, momentum carrying it along but thankfully not the engines without it's rider.
Sulu can go after it in a minute if no one else is helping out. For the moment he's hauling himself up to unsteady feet while he tries to get his bearings. Alright. Ow. Lesson learned for the next round. The crowd's yelling is indistinct noise while he tries to parse out what just happened. It's the only chance he's going to get to prepare before they go again.
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While a knight comes over to replace her lance, one of the squires is running to help Sulu to his feet. The crowd is cheering- or at least, shouting about the result as the Ghosts put it on display.
"Sir! Are you hurt?" The young man dusts grass off his gear carefully. A couple of his fellow squires, a girl and a boy, have run to fetch the bike... although they stop short and approach the growling machine rather nervously. It'll take these medieval teens a few minutes to gingerly prop it up, talking to each other as quietly as the noise allows.
The squire helping Sulu relaxes when he sees the man standing all right. There's a moment of hesitation, but then he leans closer and whispers a couple of tips about how to handle the weight of the lance. He's a trainee when it comes to jousting himself, after all. And Sulu is a friend of Sir Celann's friends, so...
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"Mostly just my pride." Hikaru murmurs quietly as he lets the younger man steady him on his feet. "Wasn't expecting that thing to be so awkward...to.." The pilot stops talking entirely to take in everything he's being told. Leans back just a bit so he can see the weedy squire a bit better through his visor. The kid clearly does a lot more manual labor than Sulu does but he's not built like a Klingon unlike at least one of the knights (and a few of the Guardians) he's seen out here. His nod is slow. Rapt.
"Thanks." Sulu is no Jim Kirk in charisma but he is a father. His hand reaches up to rest on the squire's shoulder for just a moment in unspoken gratitude before he lets it fall and starts heading over to his bike. "Thanks for grabbing that for me. I've got it from here." He won't call out loudly, just enough to be heard over the noise the bike makes. "If I really mess up and can't help, here's where you push to turn it off, okay?" Last thing he wants is for these kids to be afraid while they're stuck helping out at this crazy event the adults are putting on.
This time it's the civilian saluting out to Ime once he's gotten himself a new lance and walked the bike back over to the far end of the field. She will read no hesitation in him when he swings back onto the bike and adjusts the lance at his side. Shifting his posture and grip the way he'd been advised helps keep the lance steady but is a little awkward for driving the vehicle he's on. If he was going to have a handicap though, Hikaru Sulu would rather it be to a skill he's actually got plenty of experience with.
The squires signal for them to ready up on both of their metal mounts. Again when the flag drops Hikaru spurs on the bike to it's limited full speed. It takes him an extra second to get there with how he's sitting to keep the lance steady which could be all the opening a sly Hunter needs to strike true....