smartass_captain | 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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smartass_captain

For anyone eager to catch up with Felix or Jim, there might be a bit of a line or a cluster of people depending on who’s decided to make an appearance but no one has to wait long to get either or both of their attention.

Edited Date: 2019-12-07 10:30 pm (UTC)

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smartass_captain

Sturdy oaken longtables have been arranged along the back of the party area laden with all manner of food and drink. Succulent roasts stand beside vegetarian curries. The homey smell of fresh-baked bread fills the air.Opposite to the savory selection the far end of the table overflows with sweets from both Nirn and Earth. Warm honey cakes with still unset glazes sit side by side with little fruit tarts stacked artfully for ease of selection. Three or four members of the staff of the Crossroads can be identified by their red aprons while they work dutifully to replace empty trays. Their proprietor hasn’t looked up from the ceramic oven he’s been parked in front of while he unloads fresh loaves of bread (and more honey cakes, of course) to be sent out to the tables. He’ll offer a conspiratorial smile to anyone who asks for a recipe but anyone expecting to stand by and chat with Katsuya should be expected to get roped into helping at least a little. Anyone looking for a hard drink will have to turn to the open bar, as all he’s brought from the cafe are large carafes of freshly brewed coffee.

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smartass_captain

Musical requests seem to be a running theme for this party. To one side several bards take turns competing for the attention (and possible tips) of the attendees but every now and then will find themselves drowned out completely by the blaring music coming out of Jaylah’s little stereo she’s got hooked up to a speaker. If it can be played from a recognizable sheet music the bards are certainly willing to try. If it can be plugged in…? Jaylah will lend you her beats and shouting machine.

If nothing else, it’s going to make for an eclectic variety of dances out on the cleared grounds.

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smartass_captain

Where there’s a winter party, there must rightfully be a fire: in fact, there are quite a few Tamriel-style braziers set up along the street, but the central square contains a towering stack of wood and kindling. In daylight, the faint spiderweb of magic traced around it might be much harder to spot, and its purpose is obscure regardless. The great fire is all but begging to be lit, but nobody’s made a move to do so. Not until the hour starts to get late, the shadows long, and the air cold. That’s when Felix goes in search of Isidor Durant.

Edited Date: 2019-12-08 05:44 pm (UTC)

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smartass_captain

For those seeking a different kind of fun, the drink and music have attracted plenty of people who prefer to sit in sheltered corners and play their own preferred games. In a sheltered street to one side of the party, dice and knucklebones roll, cards are shuffled, players shout in triumph or groan with their loss. The scent in the air hints that gambling isn’t the only somewhat illicit vice being indulged back here, but who’s going to complain? It’s the Nexus.

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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outpostcook

Kinner's likely to appear anywhere food is mentioned, both to eat some himself and for professional reasons. He is a cook, after all, and he feels obliged to sample. He's sampled Katsuya's cooking enough at the Cafe to have an appetite for it. The small man is relaxing by a longtable, with a plate piled with honey cakes. There's a mug of coffee close by.

He doesn't know Felix or Jim very well, but he's always game for a party, and they seem like a good crew.

"This is good stuff," he says after polishing one off. He neatly wipes his scarred face with a napkin. "My compliments to the cook."

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readvondaniken

Palmer's met both Felix and Jim, if briefly, and he's glad to hear from them again. He's even happier to hear that they're getting married.

"Hello, Felix. It's been a while," says the mechanic, arms folded with that familiar cocky smile. He lifts his goggles. "Last time I bumped into you was that mess with the spiders. And Jim, haven't seen you since last winter. I want to offer both of you my congratulations - it's a long time since I've been to a wedding, and it's nice to see you in better circumstances."

He offers a hand, smile becoming a grin. "And hey, best of luck to you. Thanks for the party. You two went all out, I see."

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boldygoing

Finding the other Jim Kirk near the food should come as a surprise to no one that knows him. Yesterday's feast in Tamriel was a hell of a thing, but he can't resist snagging another pair of honey cakes as he meanders among the tables and says hello to people that he knows, and takes a few candid holos of the crowd. He's no photographer, but these seem like important memories to preserve for the happy couple.

This whole thing is still weird, watching himself stand up in front of a crowd and recite wedding vows that he's never heard before, but he couldn't be happier for Felix and the other Jim. It's too bad Hunter couldn't make it, but Jim has already delivered wedding gifts and well wishes from the both of them.

A fluffy orange kneazle can occasionally be seen trailing at his heels, or draped across the shoulder of his suit, or vanishing beneath the hanging tablecloths to hunt stray crumbs and passing shoelaces.

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ididntasktogetmade

Live bands are a novelty that Rocket doesn't quite get, but the tunes blasting from the tiny boombox is more his style, so that's where the raccoon can be found, throwing back a glass or two of liquor and watching Groot dance in one of the clearer spaces.

The treenager is still a little ungainly, his arms and legs a little longer than his body probably needs, but all the better for flailing around. What he lacks in grace he makes up for in enthusiasm, waving his arms in wide arcs that encourage people not to get too close, lest they get accidentally slapped across the face with a stray branch.

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smartass_captain

Palmer was of the volunteers from Winter, which means he's a face Jim's familiar with even if they haven't spoken often. It's good to see people doing well after that whole ordeal. He hadn't gotten much of a chance to catch up with everyone after.

The captain's halfway leaning in for a handshake when he stops. Turns to look at his husband.

"I'm sorry, spiders?" Going on adventures without him a lot, are we Felix?

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smartass_captain

"Please tell me you're gonna keep that on you th'whole time."

It's beyond weird to be talking to a different version of Jim, but well. Weird is kind of their wheelhouse these days. The last couple days in Bruma have given the whole crew at least a small introduction to their captain's doppelganger. Just as charming and personable as the man they know.

"His Ma will want some of these. Eventually." Whenever Jim decides to tell her, that is. She's more apt to find out through personal records at this rate though.

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smartass_captain

"The doing is strange!" This close to the speaker Jaylah has to shout to be heard, but this doesn't trouble the cadet in the slightest. She excels at shouting. Takes quite a lot of pleasure in it as a matter of fact. She'll point toward Groot when she's got Rocket's attention.

"Is it having fun?"

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conjuredskies

"Spiders-" Oh. Ohhh yes. The conjurer's eyes dart to Jim and he lifts his hands defensively. "Right, the spiders. Which were nothing to do with me. Just some funny business in the Nexus, it does spring that sort of thing on people. Anyway, it's kind of you to wish us so well, Mr. Palmer. I hope your business is running smoothly."

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sumarusfinest

Katsuya's taking a much needed break after well over an hour spent in front of the incredibly hot ceramic oven. Despite the heat he doesn't seem to have a hair out of place when he turns a proud smile toward Kinner.

"It took a bit to get the techniques down. I had one of Felix's relatives teach me so I could present them as part of the catering."

He takes a sip out of his coffee mug.

"I"m glad you enjoy them."

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readvondaniken

"You're right, Felix. Nothing to do with you." Palmer nods and winks in Felix's direction. Hey, he's not opposed to some mischief, and nobody got hurt. So he won't be saying a word even if he does have suspicions. "Business is doing well. I got lucky and didn't have too much of my stuff stolen, so rebuilding was pretty easy. I made a deal with Cricket's Loki to give some of my goods a little bit of magic spice, and hired another assistant."

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outpostcook

The scarred cook returns the smile.

"My name's Joseph Kinner, formerly of the 1938 Secondary Magnetic Expedition. It's an honor, sir." Kinner bows his head slightly. "I don't think we've spoken before, but I'm a regular visitor at the cafe."

Kinner picks up another honey cake. He's always enjoyed pastries, but Katsuya's are the best.

"I'm also a cook, you know. My specialty's seafood and stew, not baking, but I like to think I'm a good judge of food in general. And this is excellent."

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pirateangelbaby

Maybe it's a bad idea to seat himself among the slightly seedier part of the party, but the alcohol is flowing strong and Thor would rather play quiet games than dance or sing, so the thunderer finds a stein and a seat at a card table, watching the games in progress with an attentive eye. He's not yet dulled enough by drink that he doesn't notice something slightly askew, and for once, he resists the urge to down enough that he forgets all about it.

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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ofcosmicrays

Connant's less cranky than he usually is. Part of it's the beer, and part of it's that he's genuinely having a good time here. Multiple people have suggested he get out and about here, so he decides to give that a try, He's not one for dancing in the heavy winter clothes he wears, but he's tapping a foot as he listens to the music playing.

So, this is music from other worlds.

It's faint, but the physicist is smiling as he enjoys the strange songs. Some from the future, maybe, some from other universes entirely.

"Fascinating."

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rekindledtitan

Behind a table with a particularly good view of the festivities lounges a cloaked man with an air of effortless confidence and a solid hand cannon at his hip. The Hunter's tossing his favorite dice in hand between rolls, the irises of his eyes shining with pale green light as they flit over the partygoers. He's a man of few words, but Kaolin's willing to take on anyone who sits at his table. The only question he asks is: "Lookin' for a wager, or just playing?"

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smartass_captain

Well no. This isn't suspicious in the slightest.

Jim's looking between the two gentlemen with an audibly sharp inhale that peters out into a lingering sigh. Felix's entire posture is cagey all of a sudden and Palmer's wink is only further setting in Jim's suspicions that something potentially dangerous and possibly Awesome went down in the Nexus and nobody thought to invite him.

Or even tell him about it.

Jim brushes past Felix to finish the gesture he'd started and reaches out to shake Palmer's hand.

"Right, well. You won't find any of the wriggly bastards here at least. If the cold hasn't killed them for the season they might find themselves on the dinner table or under boots. I've a friend with a lovely recipe for the larger ones. I could get it from him."

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antarcticpilot

Van Wall kicks back at his own chair. The pilot likes the way this stranger talks, and hey, he's on board for a bit of fun. Out of all his crew, he's probably the one who most enjoys this sort of thing. Gambling wasn't uncommon in Antarctica, one of the ways the team entertained themselves in the harsh polar nights, but Van was the biggest gambling man of the bunch.

"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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smartass_captain

If a man can't sneak off and peer at the games being played at his own party after hours of schmoozing, what kind of party is it really? Jim's not looking to avoid anyone per say, but he has been curious about some of the tables that have been occupied on and off for the last while.

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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mudblood_andproud

Hermione Granger is dressed in her nicest Ministry Robes as she arrives to the wedding reception. She is anxious to meet with both Jim and Felix to provide them well wishes (plus a few magical gifts). But there is also another reason for her attendance. Just the chance to be around other magical people... well, it is something Hermione looks forward to.

CJ strolls behind his mistress, a very confident kneazle. He is glancing around here and there for any sign of his brother.

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sweetcandygirl

There are few things that Harley Quinn can resist. A party is one of them. And she beelines for the longtables laden with food and drink first.

Harley is wearing a steampunk-style tailor coat today, and has her hair styled from the 1920s. The outfit was chosen so she could keep a few of her weapons on her person... just in case she had need of them.

She makes a nice little pyramid of honey cakes on a plate first. And grins at the Crossroad staff that she recognizes, with a playful wink for them all. And she waves at Katsuya… but knows best not to linger, otherwise she would be put to work.

Then she stands at the open bar, deciding on a drink to start her night.

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smartass_captain

They'll be able to find a certain kneazle chasing around a discarded bottle cap as though it's the most fascinating thing in the world. Who knows, maybe this is Tiber's idea of proper waste management or recycling.

Or maybe the sound it makes when it skitters across the walk with every bat of his paw is just that much fun. Felix's familiar may be on security detail but Tiber here is enjoying the party just as much as his bonded is.

Though he's easily distracted when he sniffs out another kneazle. What's all this then? Time to investigate.

Edited Date: 2019-12-08 01:40 am (UTC)

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