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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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Being laughably wrong about something that might be very simple to a mage risks far too much of Jim's pride for him to handle. It won't snuff out the mischievous twinkle in his eye though.
"I'm...just now learning about those, myself. Having actual magical alliances I'm sworn to honor as though they were my own, I mean. Though Nirn's politics aren't quite the same, obviously." They wouldn't try to stop him from continuing his own research, Jim thinks. Hopes, really. For all the joy and honor joining the Caelus family has brought this captain from another realm Jim's only just now beginning to realize there are expectations he'll need to talk to Felix about observing.
"...You could help me study and get input on the research first hand?" They make the time to vent stress, Jim's more than willing to make time to let Isidor indulge in a different hobby. Especially one that might further his own research. "And before you ask--not in space. I've got a house on Earth. It's trickier to arrange time there unseen, but not...impossible." Jim would love to say nothing's impossible for him but he's been put in his place enough to check That hubris at the door.
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It makes sense that after knowing her all this time Jim would know how to get her attention. Behind her careful expression, her eyes light up. Research on another Earth? With a friend? Free of Durant rules and in a way she can pitch to her father? It sounds too perfect.
Isidor has to take a minute to restrain herself, but a sly smile peeks out despite her composure. "I'm sure I could carve out time in my schedule to help a friend."
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"At least you'll know better than to set off the fire alarms in the house." His grin is downright criminal. "We're still working on Felix's grasp of technology."
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"Well you know I'm curious to see what you're up to. Let me know when you start up your research again, but for now... Why don't you let me get you a drink? What's your poison tonight?"
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Besides. Isidor's offering and she's always got herself under control even when things go to hell. Jim flashes her a boyish grin before nodding over to the bar.
"I feel like I should take the opportunity to get you to try something from my world. Where else are you going to get the chance to try an Andorian ale?"