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apocalypsehowcomm2023-04-09 06:07 pm
ruevealing) wrote in 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.]
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[There's a grin. If cheating is allowed, he takes away that benevolent cheating absolutely has a go. He might just let lots and lots of stones end up in his pockets.]
Congratulations again, to the both of you. I'm really happy for you.
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That sounds exactly like you, gifting out boons of good luck all evening to those who need it.
[In all the time that Rue has known him - besides their rather awful first meeting - Carter has been knowing but generous and caring and kind. One of the most compassionate men they've ever known.
Rue has been accepting congratulations all night, but there are a few individuals that such well-wishes mean the most from. Carter congratulates them, says that he is happy for Rue, and they believe him fully. They reach out to take his hand, their own feathery paw engulfing his own, and the look in their eye is warm with emotion.]
Thank you so much, my dear friend. I don't think I've ever felt so bursting with happiness before. And to have you and all of my dearest friends here, I could not ask for a better day. Thank you.
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[Carter's smile widens, turning more warm, more real.]
You know, I wasn't sure if I'd stick around for the party. Like, I wouldn't have missed the ceremony! But it's just, I wasn't in... well, in the best of moods and I didn't want to drag anyone down. Like, this is your night, it wouldn't have been fair.
[He exhales, leaning back against the wall and looking up at the stars.]
But I'm glad I stuck around. I really am. With all that has happened? It can be easy to forget that things can be... good. Like this. Like tonight. And I'm glad they are. For you. And in that sense, maybe for all of us.
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I know it must seem foolish to some to even throw a wedding when we can expect a million and a half things to go wrong in this place, but that's exactly why I felt it was needed. A brief reprieve from the horrors we are so often faced with, a moment to simply find joy with those around us. I'm so grateful you stayed, you deserve that day of happiness just the same that I do.
[They all do. The work they do is endless, difficult and heavy and completely unfair. The very least Rue could do was include their dearest friends in this celebration, instead of simply eloping as they originally intended.]
Anyway, you still owe me a dance.
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I suppose I do.
[One hand slips behind his back and the other extends with a skilled, graceful invite towards Rue. From his sudden new posture it's clear that he does know how to dance. And quite formally, too.]
May I have this dance then?
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With a perfect answering dip of a curtsey, Rue gently drops their feathery paw into Carter's hand, beaming in his direction.]
Honorably, I accept.
[Lead them away, doctor.]