A Very Nexus Reception
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smartass_captainTo 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!))
Party Games
Date: 2019-12-07 10:33 pm (UTC)For those who just want to learn a new game, most of the players are quite laid-back and willing to show an alien stranger the rules. But anyone willing to wager a little more will find revelers equally willing to indulge them. Maybe a little too willing. There’s something about the atmosphere back here, or the heady liquor being passed around, or the man who hands it to you with a wicked grin and vanishes when you look away…
Oh, but you will have fun.
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Date: 2019-12-08 12:46 am (UTC)Yet it's not enough to get him to leave the table either. What could be the harm in a simple game, so long as he does not wager anything he doesn't mind losing? "Deal me in," he asks, leaning forward to rest his elbows against the table's edge.
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Date: 2019-12-08 01:05 am (UTC)He's peering around at the table well before he catches sight of Thor. The panic that briefly crosses Jim's face fades quickly. Time has been good for getting used to seeing the God without immediately fretting about impossibilities and coincidences.
"Is that poker?"
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Date: 2019-12-08 05:36 pm (UTC)He sets the cards face-down on the table, so no one else can take advantage of his distraction and peek at his hand. "Congratulations on your wedding. I, uh, would've brought a gift but you already have a cat, and I didn't know what else would be appropriate." Damn. He'd been doing so well at not sounding awkward.
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Date: 2019-12-08 11:07 pm (UTC)"Remind me which version that is? Highest points with five cards, more or less?"
It's an Old style of poker, that much Jim knows.
"Either way I'm in whenever there's a free spot for newcomers."
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Date: 2019-12-09 01:04 am (UTC)To Jim it almost sounds murmured into his ear, yet the voice's owner is long gone when he turns. Either way, the bottle is the proper stuff: an expensive whiskey that's smooth when it goes down and smells potent enough it might even have an effect on the Thunder God beside him.
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Date: 2019-12-09 01:53 am (UTC)At his elbow, Thor's stein is nearly empty, and it doesn't take him long to drain it. The game's still ongoing, though, so he's not going to get up and get a refill until someone wins. Is there table service? He raises an eyebrow at the bottle delivered to the table, though he hadn't seen who brought it. Someone on his blind side, no doubt. "One of the perks of getting married is the gifts," he says with a chuckle. "That looks nice." By Earth standards, at least.
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Date: 2019-12-08 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-08 12:59 am (UTC)"A wager, eh?" He rummages in a bag by his side, drawing out a portion of last week's pay back at Big Magnet. There's a devil-may-care smile under that beard. "Don't mind if I take you up on that offer. My name's Eric Van Wall."
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Date: 2019-12-08 02:27 pm (UTC)"Name's Sorn." He reaches into a pocket and withdraws a handful of shimmering, crystalline white chips. He sets them in a heap on the table. "They play Liar's Dice or Ship, Captain, Crew where you're from?"
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Date: 2019-12-08 04:07 pm (UTC)Van Wall thinks. Both of the names he's been given sound intriguing.
"I'm more familiar with poker or Go Fish, but I'm an old hand. I can learn new games." Van chuckles. "Those sound like interesting options. Either your world or mine's fine by me. Maybe after the first game, I can show you how things were done back in 1938."
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Date: 2019-12-11 11:16 pm (UTC)Of course, right now all either of them has to worry about is losing their money.
"Never say no to poker," Kaolin agrees. "Got a couple decks of cards." Dice first though, so he claps those in his hand onto the table. He pushes five toward Van Wall; the other five he scoops toward himself.
"They call it Destroyer sometimes. Rules're simple. You get to roll the dice three times. Got to collect a 6, 5 and 4 in that order. That's your ship, your captain and your crew. Every time you land one, you put it in the bank. Once you get all three, you count the other two up to make your score. Once we've each gone, highest score wins the round."
That's a fair bit of talking from him. Not the first time he's taught the game though; won't be the last. He tosses the dice in his hand.
"Want me to take the first turn? Show you how it's done?"
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Date: 2020-02-03 01:06 am (UTC)Van cracks his knuckles. This will be an experience for him, he muses as he listens to Kaolin's explanation of the rules. He casually picks up the dice, examining them in his hand.
"Never played a game from your world, poker's more familiar to me, but Eric Van Wall's nothing if not adventurous." The pilot smiles, settling back. "You take the first turn and show me how it works."
Van's the most abrasive member of his old crew next to Connant (and his tongue is sharper than the physicist's), but he's got nothing but respect for the Guardians. He's heard stories of Blaze's bravery in the Nexus, and he's grateful for a peacekeeping force of sorts.
"I don't actually come 'round too often, but I've got friends here who I like to keep tabs on. You might see 'em one of these days. Good people." He'd have harsher words for Blair, but this is a lighthearted time and Blair's suffered enough. "Thanks for explaining things. I think I've got a sense of the rules. We've got dice games back in the States."
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Date: 2019-12-08 10:56 pm (UTC)On balance, she's not... entirely sure she was ready for this. Stepping from the good soil of Tamriel to an unholy realm has shaken her more than the blacksmith wants to admit. She is, however, glad she brought her Orcish business partner. Stratos is supposed to be escorting them, but he went to fetch drinks and it's reassuring to have Ushug by her side.
Because Ushug, in contrast, is already having a good time. Marcella can't tell if she's just that unfazed (her patron isn't bound to the limits of Tamriel, after all) but the older woman has found them a good seat, bragged her way into a dice game with some people in weird armor, and now she's laughing uproariously at their jokes. Despite herself, Marcella smiles. She's going to have to do her best to lighten up as much as Ushug...
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Date: 2019-12-09 05:33 pm (UTC)An orc.
And this is Felix’s wedding, after all. The only people he’s ever met to not only know, not only tolerate, but apparently like an orc were the Caelus brothers — and that forgemaster they knew. That had to be the orc that featured in the proper execution of a particular mission Harrowheart will never forget.
He’ll head on over, he decides. Thanking the smith for her work is the least he can do — especially as he never saw the woman again after departing the cursed ruins.
And so one moment Marcella is free to enjoy the party, and the next a pale-fleshed draugr in a maroon suit is stepping up beside her. Over his shoulder peeks the wicked hilt of a sword, between his blue lips rests a cigarette, and in his hand he’s got a glass of some golden alcohol.
He raises his drink as if to toast, and in his hollow voice says, “Never got a chance to thank you for what you did for us, did I?”
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Date: 2019-12-10 08:47 pm (UTC)"Watch it, girl, you don't haveta- Malacath's balls, that's a well-dressed zombie."
Marcella's mouth is working in silence. The last time she saw Harrowheart he was shut tight in his all-concealing armor. But somewhere in her brain the connection is made between that voice and the tall, death-smelling knight who went looking for her cousin, because after a few moments the words come out: "It's you?"
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Date: 2019-12-13 02:31 am (UTC)"In the flesh. I'm an old pal of Jim's. Met him here, in this place. On the same night Felix met him, come to think of it. They sure have come a long way..."
His glowing eyes scan the crowd. He half expects to see the couple, but he doesn't catch sight of them. He does glance over at The Orc in the process, though. It seems he might be content to keep on looking, but after a few seconds he can't stop his eyes from drifting back in her direction.
This is a wedding, he has to remind himself. No pot-stirrin' at weddings. Pretty sure anti-Orcism counts as pot-stirring. That means he's going to have to practice brain-to-mouth filtration. Time for an old dog to learn a new trick. Though she did call him a zombie, which is something he's never been partial to, and so if he were to say something back, wouldn't that just be making it all even?...
As Harrowheart mulls over his behavioral protocols and the ramifications of bad behavior, he stares. Just stares and stares, unblinking and unbreathing, as if he had been suddenly petrified.
And then he laughs! He huffs a little laugh and turns back to Marcella as if no time at all had passed. There's a small smile on his face, even. "See you brought your ladyfriend. Tell her I said hello. You can tell her I said 'thank you,' too, since we're at a weddin' and bein' kind and on best behaviors and all."
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Date: 2019-12-16 09:09 pm (UTC)Wait, didn't Felix say something about a party once, where he and Jim met? Marcella frowns. She really has no idea what goes on at parties in this place...
But she's trying to compose herself in between mopping up the spilled wine, hating the squeak in her voice just now. It's not helping at all the way he's just staring around them, motionless, like a- a statue. A statue that might come to life at any moment- Marcella's biting her lip and frowning up at him when he stirs abruptly.
She stiffens, but the smith has found her footing now. Mostly. She folds her hands in her lap primly and lifts her chin to stare back at him... albeit with a bit of bewilderment. Right. He's the one with a grudge against Orcs. (This isn't really unusual back in Cyrodiil, but not to the point of actually threatening Orcs just going about their business.)
"You can tell her yourself easily enough," she points out, eyebrows raised at him. This looks like a woman who frowns a lot more than she smiles. But. He's not wrong about the kind of occasion it is. Marcella pauses. "Thank you, too. For bringing Felix home safely." He did help with that, even if she has no idea exactly how. Maybe being undead gave him an advantage dealing with- whatever her cousin had got into.
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Date: 2019-12-23 06:29 pm (UTC)"When I came to Tamriel, my fate and Felix's were bound together. If he didn't get home safe, I wouldn't have neither. But... Even if that hadn't been the case... He's the man Jim loves, and Jim's my friend, and a man in my condition's gotta do what needs to be done for the few friends he's lucky enough to make."
He takes a sip of his drink. When he lowers the glass from his lips his eyes are narrowed in thought, scrutinizing Marcella.
"You and your orc friend married yet?"
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Date: 2020-01-03 04:41 pm (UTC)But she's drawn towards the seedier games like a moth to a flame. In particular, as it turns out and should come as no real surprise, Delia is most excellent at card games. As the Orion woman can bluff with the best of them.
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Date: 2020-02-13 01:15 am (UTC)Not Ulysses-10, that’s for sure. The Warlock’s seated at the table in his blue and green robes, the shimmering tendrils from the back curling in the air behind him. The bronze plates of his face are angled into an interested expression, glowing green eyes tracking his opponent’s hands as the expressionless man brings a piece down to take one of his bishops.
“Aha>,” he says softly, then laughs. Hovering over the board, his Ghost twitches her shell thoughtfully. “Nicely played. Clearly I must re-evaluate how I guard myself.”
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Date: 2020-02-13 10:42 pm (UTC)"I did not expect you to pick up on this as quickly as you have. Rest assured, this match was to be a learning exercise. Nothing more."
Spoken truly like a man who is quite used to winning these games. Spoken then, like a true warlock, despite their gap in realms.
"Most of the individuals I have taught have found the additional rules from traditional chess to be esoteric and difficult to grasp. It is gratifying to see you take to this so well. Perhaps I am not as poor a teacher as I had begun to surmise."
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Date: 2020-02-14 12:32 am (UTC)"It's a pleasure to meet someone who's mastered something so complex- and novel, to me." He plucks a knight and angles it down into a threatening position on the lower board, curious to see how this will rearrange things.
"You explained it very clearly, but I see the difficulty it poses. Playing multidimensionally requires a different mindset." Ulysses chuckles, his mouth flashing in time with the sound. "I have an advantage, when it comes to that."
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Date: 2020-02-15 02:30 pm (UTC)"One of the benefits to a multiversal nexus one would surmise is that there should be no shortage of such individuals to observe." Spock says nothing about the move his robed opponent has made, but his gloved fingers still a moment. Take refuge in the steaming mug of tea to offer them warmth while he considers his options.
"Those working in space do have something of an advantage in learning this version." The Vulcan admits with a slow nod. "Even the simplest problems grow exponentially complicated when needing to be performed outside a stable gravity environment." Spock does not play a hasty nor overly aggressive game. He would rather maneuver safely around Ulysses to rework his gambit than to risk the pieces he needs to finish orchestrating his trap. His bishop retreats to a more secure position down onto the main board between them.
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Date: 2020-02-19 01:58 pm (UTC)An oblique first foray into the thoughts of his opponent. Ulysses does have all manner of questions in mind- the art is often in choosing how to frame them. Which to ask first.
"You work aboard a ship yourself, don't you? My field of expertise is a little more... esoteric, you might say, but it poses some of the same challenges." He's getting a feel for the man's patience as he maneuvers his pieces. Ulysses isn't quite at the stage of understanding the stratagems in play here, but he already suspects Spock will not be an easy man to bait or distract.
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