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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!))

Date: 2019-12-11 01:51 am (UTC)
boldygoing: (Beard: Distant gaze)
From: [personal profile] boldygoing
"Course he does." Or, well, at least the elder captain thinks he knows what he's doing, and it's not like Jim knows any different. He's squarely on his doppelganger's side here, weird as it is. After all, he's not the only one dating someone from a more... rustic... sort of world.

He almost asks when the last time actually was, but thinks better of it, and shuts his mouth again. It's easy to forget sometimes that they've got to be more careful about crossing the timelines, and for all he knows, that's where that answer will end up. He stalls a little, ripping off a piece of one of the honey cakes and popping it into his mouth. "Not like there's a lot of opportunity for that out in deep space. But it was good. Kind of a break from all the paperwork anyway."

Date: 2019-12-15 05:08 pm (UTC)
boldygoing: (Beard: Smirk)
From: [personal profile] boldygoing
"Aw, Bones," Jim groans, only slightly more dramatic than is probably called for. "Don't remind me. We're at a wedding."

It's all in good humor, though. Much as Jim sometimes hates McCoy's job, and all the annoying exams that he regularly inflicts on the crew, it's far better than the alternative in the long run. Besides, it's impossible to hate the vocation that's responsible for himself not being six feet under right now.

Although he's gotta admit, now he's curious. "How much does all this magical healing stuff drive you up the wall?" Aside from sleeping potions, his own McCoy hasn't had much reason to give his input on the matter. And that is a thing of the past, thank goodness.

Date: 2019-12-20 02:26 am (UTC)
boldygoing: (Beard: Satisfied)
From: [personal profile] boldygoing
"Good thing we're not on the ship, then, isn't it?" It's not shirking duties, it's just delegating and scheduling tasks for the more efficient time, obviously.

There's a little voice in the back of his head that tells him this topic is probably a mistake that's going to bite him in the ass later, but since when has something like that ever stopped him. Sometimes you've gotta take risks to get anywhere.

"Pretty sure it's magic," he answers dryly, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'd love to hear a plausible alternative, but I'm not sure there is one."

Date: 2019-12-23 01:10 am (UTC)
boldygoing: (Beard: Happy)
From: [personal profile] boldygoing
Jim grins, unrepentant. Sorry Bones, one of the constants in the universe is Jim Kirk’s love for the unknown and bizarre, and magic fits right into that nicely. Not that all of his experiences with magic have been benign, but he doesn’t hold that against the practice as a whole, either.

“Hmm.” He’s not sure he’s seen any of this conjuring stuff either, come to think of it. But all the same, he has no doubt that it’s a real thing, too. There was that thing in the other captain’s kitchen a couple years ago, when he’d gone missing, but... nothing had come of that, at least that he’d seen. And truth be told, he’s made an effort not to think about that particular episode, for fear of what it may do to the timeline. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as it looked? He can’t imagine the other Jim would marry Felix if it was. “I dunno about you, but I can’t wait to see it in action.”
Edited Date: 2019-12-23 01:25 am (UTC)

Date: 2019-12-27 03:10 am (UTC)
boldygoing: (Beard: Satisfied)
From: [personal profile] boldygoing
Speeches at weddings seems pretty par-for-the-course, and it's certainly their duty as honored guests to go listen. Who knows, maybe they'll get an amusing anecdote out of it, or some new and exciting Nirnish tradition to participate in. "By all means," he agrees, glancing around to find where Zunar has gotten to. Wouldn't do to get separated here; who knows what trouble the kneazle will get into in the meantime.

Fortunately, the orange fuzzball is in plain sight, rubbing up against someone else's ankles in hopes of getting free pets or tidbits from their plate. "Come on, get your butt over here," Jim calls out, earning him a mrraaaah of complaint, but pitter-pattering little paws as the cat follows the two men toward where Felix is going to be holding court.

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