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apocalypsehowcomm2023-04-09 06:07 pm
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[open log - it's a wedding!]
Who: Rue, Hob, and everyone else! Even if you don’t know the couple personally, Rue will not be throwing anyone out.
When: Evening of April 9th
Where: On ADI grounds
Summary: A fey wedding! Come take a break from all of the usual drama to dance, drink, and be merry!
Warnings: n/a
[After months of extensive planning, the day is finally here. To all those personally invited or who just so happen to stumble upon the lovely outdoor tent on ADI property, they’ll all be welcomed as anticipated guests to join in the celebration.
For how lavishly Rue had lived prior to this realm, the wedding is elegant in its pure simplicity, all creams and ivories splashed with the bright color of wildflowers, golden lights twinkling in every corner of the spacious tent. The decor is all fresh flowers and gentle lights, nothing over-the-top or excessive, just a pretty, aromatic backdrop for the ceremony taking place.]
[Mingling]
[Is it any surprise that fey weddings are a touch more eclectic in their traditions than most humans might expect?
Upon arrival, all guests are invited to pick up a smooth stone, small enough to fit easily into even the smallest of palms. The game then becomes being sneaky enough to slip that stone into someone else’s pocket without being caught. Fey tradition dictates that if you manage it without suspicion, that person shall be blessed with good luck for the rest of the year. But get caught and it backfires only on the gifter themself, who is then cursed with bad luck for the next ten years.
(It’s only a silly fey game, of course, take the gift of good and bad luck with a grain of salt. ..Though you never quite know for certain in a place like this, do you?)
After the ceremony, in an imitation of one of the more bloody and violent goblin customs, bird-shaped confetti is rained down on the guests, tiny, edible doves to either politely brush out of your hair or to catch and eat. Collect more than anyone else and you just may be named Destroyer of Doves for the rest of the evening, a title that comes with a small crown and sash. (Goblin traditions are something else.)]
[Reception]
[The ceremony itself is brief, fey promises are already binding, no other long-winded declaration of vows or exchange of gifts are needed, the words Rue and Hob speak are weighty enough.
But the true celebration follows immediately after, an after party that lasts long through the night, with music, drinks, and nonstop dancing. Feel free to drag a friend onto the dance floor or stand awkwardly on the sidelines, waiting to be bullied into dancing the macarena. You can try to use the tender environment to strike up a conversation with your crush or maybe just challenge your rival to see who can Cha Cha Slide best.
Or, if you’re truly opposed to dancing, you could grab one of the delicately painted eggs in a basket by the entrance. They weigh next to nothing, and the instructions are simple: throw it at someone. Ideally a someone that you’re fond of, but it doesn’t have to be. Regardless of whether the egg is chucked out of affection or malice, it will break with a puff of perfume and a spray of colorful confetti.
When you leave, don’t forget to grab your gift bag! Rue’s prepared small bags for anyone who attends, invited or otherwise, filled with all of your wedding gift bag essentials! Included is a mini bottle of champagne, a decorative baggie of jordan almonds, and a small paperweight with a spray of the same wildflowers preserved within it.]
When: Evening of April 9th
Where: On ADI grounds
Summary: A fey wedding! Come take a break from all of the usual drama to dance, drink, and be merry!
Warnings: n/a
[After months of extensive planning, the day is finally here. To all those personally invited or who just so happen to stumble upon the lovely outdoor tent on ADI property, they’ll all be welcomed as anticipated guests to join in the celebration.
For how lavishly Rue had lived prior to this realm, the wedding is elegant in its pure simplicity, all creams and ivories splashed with the bright color of wildflowers, golden lights twinkling in every corner of the spacious tent. The decor is all fresh flowers and gentle lights, nothing over-the-top or excessive, just a pretty, aromatic backdrop for the ceremony taking place.]
[Mingling]
[Is it any surprise that fey weddings are a touch more eclectic in their traditions than most humans might expect?
Upon arrival, all guests are invited to pick up a smooth stone, small enough to fit easily into even the smallest of palms. The game then becomes being sneaky enough to slip that stone into someone else’s pocket without being caught. Fey tradition dictates that if you manage it without suspicion, that person shall be blessed with good luck for the rest of the year. But get caught and it backfires only on the gifter themself, who is then cursed with bad luck for the next ten years.
(It’s only a silly fey game, of course, take the gift of good and bad luck with a grain of salt. ..Though you never quite know for certain in a place like this, do you?)
After the ceremony, in an imitation of one of the more bloody and violent goblin customs, bird-shaped confetti is rained down on the guests, tiny, edible doves to either politely brush out of your hair or to catch and eat. Collect more than anyone else and you just may be named Destroyer of Doves for the rest of the evening, a title that comes with a small crown and sash. (Goblin traditions are something else.)]
[Reception]
[The ceremony itself is brief, fey promises are already binding, no other long-winded declaration of vows or exchange of gifts are needed, the words Rue and Hob speak are weighty enough.
But the true celebration follows immediately after, an after party that lasts long through the night, with music, drinks, and nonstop dancing. Feel free to drag a friend onto the dance floor or stand awkwardly on the sidelines, waiting to be bullied into dancing the macarena. You can try to use the tender environment to strike up a conversation with your crush or maybe just challenge your rival to see who can Cha Cha Slide best.
Or, if you’re truly opposed to dancing, you could grab one of the delicately painted eggs in a basket by the entrance. They weigh next to nothing, and the instructions are simple: throw it at someone. Ideally a someone that you’re fond of, but it doesn’t have to be. Regardless of whether the egg is chucked out of affection or malice, it will break with a puff of perfume and a spray of colorful confetti.
When you leave, don’t forget to grab your gift bag! Rue’s prepared small bags for anyone who attends, invited or otherwise, filled with all of your wedding gift bag essentials! Included is a mini bottle of champagne, a decorative baggie of jordan almonds, and a small paperweight with a spray of the same wildflowers preserved within it.]
iii - wildcard babey
The next time Rue makes their way over to the table (because even at their own wedding they're still taking the time to circle around and check on guests), Donnie waves them over and takes off one headphone to hear them.] Hey, check your pocket!
[Why yes, he did ninja-slip a stone in there at some point earlier.]
dONNIE
But it's just how Rue is enjoying themself, spending this most special moment with some of the people who mean the absolute most to them. Of course there's a few faces from home missing - Binx and Andhera and Wuvvy - but in their place, Rue has managed to surround themself with newer friends who have all brought such joy to their life.
And Donnie, naturally, is one of them.
They are delighted that he's worked out a way to enjoy himself without getting too overwhelmed at the same time, carving out his own personal space that most guests know to stay free of. But naturally, the moment that he waves Rue over, they are there in an instant, their pleased expression turning to genuine surprise once he speaks.]
How ever did you manage that from behind your station!
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After another second of fidgeting, he holds open his arms. A hug. The other gift.]
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For as long as Rue has known the young man, Donnie has been so weary of touch and Rue has done their absolute best to respect that need of his for personal space. But for the first time, Donnie is holding out his arms and giving Rue silent permission to embrace him.
They have a feeling he will only scoff at Rue if they double check if he truly wants the hug or not, so instead they step forward to close the distance between them, gently draping their wings around the turtle. It's a careful, brief hug, just the tickling of soft feathers and the warmth of Rue's embrace, before they begin to pull away.
Try as they might to hide it, there's the softest tremble of emotion in their voice. Rue is just so happy.]
Thank you, Donnie. Both for your help tonight and for your friendship. I have come to care so deeply for you, so to have you here means so very much to me.
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That and the hug is- very, very warm. Maybe on another day it would be too much; too much newness with the sensation of the feathers (soft, though, kind of like Dad) or too much because the wings really are so big (long and enveloping, like his big brother's arms), but for now it almost kind of feels like a weighted blanket around him, putting itself between him and this awful, lonely, shitty world he's found himself and his brother trapped in.
It's not fair, that he's finding people to actually like here. People to care about. People who, miraculously, care about him.
It's not fair that he's going to have to leave them behind.
So Donnie stops Rue from pulling completely away by making fists in their dress and shoving further into the hug. A bit longer, if you don't mind. He knows he's being contrary.]
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It's just as strange to Rue, to have spent millennia completely on their own, with neither family nor friend nor kin in their life, just this all encompassing swell of loneliness surrounding them. A member of the Court of Wonder, but somehow separate from it. An orphan in the fairy world, Rue had once likened it to, forever othered and alone.
And yet here in this strange, wondrous realm, here Rue has managed to find not only friendship, but family, deep and nourishing connections they never thought possible with so many amazing individuals. They have gone from nothing to one to dozens overnight, their life brightened by each and every bond, but especially this sweet, sometimes strange, but always endearing turtle.
Rue is all too happy to remain in this hug for as long as Donnie needs, perhaps just the slightest bit of wetness gathering at their big eyes, their heart swelling with what can only be love.
Words could not even begin to convey the true depth of Rue's emotions in this moment, so they do not even try to the words. They just hold Donnie, locked in this warm, soft, protective embrace, for as long as possible.]
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It's just. It's something he hasn't had in a long time. Leo's presence notwithstanding, this is just- it's different. It's been months, months since he hasn't felt like he's been balancing on one foot on a tightrope, blocking blow after blow with no end in sight, but right now it almost feels like he could- maybe, if things were too tricky, maybe if it wasn't a problem he could think or build or even fight his way out of, maybe there's someone he could feasibly-
Well. It's just a thought. A thought of a feeling, even.]
...do you mean it?
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I do.
[The way that such a simple sentence can hold such power within it.]
You are like family to me, Donnie. It is quite alright if you do not feel the same, you have your true family here and I would never aim to replace any of them of course, but to me, someone who has never had family before, I feel as if I have found my own family in this place. I promise you, I mean every word.
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WAIT. He's being ADOPTED. Don't get distracted! He also cannot be adopted, because he has a father who he, presumably, loves and misses very much. Right. Okay. Yes. He got carried away there a bit, but Donatello obviously has a family with a father back home that he needs to get to. Rue is, of course, very important to him here and is...perhaps...part of his family, as it is, but it's not as if he can bring them home with him irrespective of not only how they would feel about it, but how that would work with cross-dimensional travel.
He will need to reassess his approach.]
Yes. Well. [Pulls back a little abruptly at this point, unable to look up at Rue's eyes as he shakes his limbs out as if freeing himself from the unfamiliar sensations. He'll be fine. That was necessary. Moreso it was...worth it.] Calling people we've met in this place 'family' does complicate matters, but there's nothing to be done about it. Obviously, you are likewise very important to myself and my brother as well, so.
...so, that's that.
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But even with said boundaries, just him stating aloud how important Rue is to him and his brother, such words are not something Rue shall ever forget.
So they take it all in stride with the same joyful expression, one last touch of their claws to his shoulder as they pull away, before shaking themself out in similar fashion. Their neck and head feathers puff up a little, before settling back down.]
Again, please know how happy I am to have you here with us today, Donnie. And for your wonderful musical selection! It has been a very long time since I've felt so compelled to dance all night.
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Yes, well. [Smooths back mask as if it's his own hair, fixing the knotted tails in the back.] While dancing is its own reward, far be it from me to deny anyone the desire to boogie the night away on their own wedding day. [Leo also apparently decided he needed veto power over the playlist, though he eliminated fewer songs than Donnie had expected. All the screamo house electronica, for some reason. Those were the best ones tho???] Where is the Man?
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And speaking of:]
I believe - [Rue's head swivels to scope out the man of the hour. Hob is currently off by the punch bowl, demonstrating just how to play one of the wedding activities in extra expressive gestures.] Right over there! Hob has been most excited to teach everyone how to catch the confetti doves. It's an old Goblin tradition.
[a beat, as they watch after their husband wistfully]
Only with real doves, of course.
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I believe it is customary to congratulate both halves of the wedded couple, according to my pre-ceremony readings, so I will offer him my felicitations before resuming my post.
[Hesitates.
Reaches out once again and gives Rue another quick hug, before smoothing down the ruffles of their dress and looking up at them with an adoring expression that is not commonly found on Donnie's face.]
I am...very glad to have met you.
[-and then he leaves before he can feel too awkward, making a beeline for Hob as best as possible without risking bumping into any strangers.]