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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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It does indeed! I'm called Power, the Blood Fiend. I think I've met more cats than people here, truly.
[ That is because Power spends most of her free time hanging around alleyways and feeding stray cats! ]
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[Animals are almost always things you put to work, after all. They are nice to pet, though. She has to admit that.]
Think we ought to change your acquaintanceship, though. Maybe if you get to working in one of the departments? What's a blood fiend do? That a job or a title?
[It sounds... potentially medical?]
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[ Power's brow furrows. This is a completely foreign concept to her - from her perspective, cats are good for companionship and... ok, emergency food supplies if you're a feral gremlin living in the countryside, but that was just one time! She's never heard of a cat with a job! ]
I used to have a job. I was made to hunt devils back in my world, and I was extremely good at it. They trembled in fear, before me! Blood Fiend is a description, much the same way that you'd call yourself a human.
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[Mercy's a bit more interested in the news of what blood fiends are over cats, though.]
Oh! Oh, then you must be fitting in perfect here. ADI's all about getting rid of folk who're just using their powers to hurt people. Mind, they don't seem to like people having powers at all, but... [She makes a vague gesture with one hand. Mercy's not in favor of everyone attacking each other with powers, but there's a certain level of allowance she's willing to make on that point, even if ADI isn't.]
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[ That comment about 'fitting in' is met with a noncommittal shrug, which Power works into another set of goofy dance moves. ]
I dislike having my own powers restrained, but I dislike the thought of something else profiting from them even more. The employment here isn't the worst arrangement.
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Aye. That's about the way to look at it, I reckon. Still... think we'd get a little more done if we was only scaring the folks who deserved it and using that for things. But you didn't hear that from me. I don't got any powers to speak of. Didn't get far enough along in my cleric training for that!
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[ Sorry Mercy, Power isn't really familiar with magic stuff! By now, she has transitioned into dancing something that looks a bit like The Frug.]
I frighten the local pigeons and rats on a regular basis, just to keep a reserve for myself, but frightening people would work much better. I wouldn't mind that, if not for the risks of gaining too much attention from the Entities.
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Naw, like I'm a cleric. I serve a god!
[Well, she's not actually cleric, but her heart is set on serving a god in some capacity. At the moment, that's Pelor.]
But does scaring animals like that really work? Didn't think they were clever enough for it. [But it's not something she's had to worry about.] Maybe just see what happens the next time we go up against a cult. Like them folks with the giant lobster!
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[ Power is both horrified at missing out on this, and delighted by the implications! ]
We could have bested it, and eaten it for a meal afterwards! Lobster is even more delicious than crab!
[ She has never had lobster, but this won't stop her from acting like an authority on the subject. ]
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Nope! [ Sorry, Mercy! Power is almost painfully blunt when it comes to stuff like this. ] Dead is dead. If it's dead, then it's just meat. Lobster-meat.