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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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I don't think there's anything wrong with marrying a servant. They're more honest and hardworking than most of the higher class people I've met.
[She doesn't mean to be harsh, or really to admonish Rue, but she's tired of the idea that the rich shouldn't marry the poor.]
But I'm happy he hasn't been made to marry someone he doesn't love. And that you've been able to make your own match, as well. [Even if Rue's freedom was given for a cruel reason rather than a kind one. Rue's social circle in their world seems every bit as mean and petty and judgemental and concerned with appearances as Caitlyn's had been in her world.]
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Oh, forgive me, I did not mean any disrespect on either her or her station. Lady Sylmenar is a lovely woman and a truly devoted handmaiden to her queen. I have taken tea with the two of them quite a few times and our conversations were absolutely delightful. Pray, I meant no insult. Let me try to explain.
[Even though Rue was a part of their former court in name only, they have spent millennia navigating the stormy waters of fey high society. And as such, they know an insult when they see one, no matter how pretty the packaging.]
My trouble comes from the intended insult. You must understand, back in Faerie, reputation is everything. Wealth means so little to the fey, the real power is in one's station. Manipulating that is just how all of the courts play. And my Hob, he was a celebrated war hero among his people, a rising figure not just of his own court, but across all of Faerie. Everyone knew of him and his heroic tales from the battlefield.
[Even Rue, so oblivious to all of those kinds of rumors, could not miss the stories that began to fly about the goblin captain who so mercilessly led his men to victory against the Unseelie Court, but in the same breath, let their prince go free after besting him.]
So you see, to enter into a union with another of such lesser standing, that was clearly meant as an insult from his superiors. To further knock him down, so they could continue to use his rank against him. They did not want Hob rising too far above even them and realizing just how terribly he was being mistreated.
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And she understands, at least well enough. If she'd been betrothed to a servant, in a situation where she couldn't say no, she probably would have felt relief at the prospect of tying herself to life to someone who wasn't a gold-digging, power-grubbing, back-stabbing merchant heiress. But it would have been intended as an insult. And for someone who wasn't born to the highest echelons of the elite, perhaps even moreso. It would have been intended as a reminder to stay in one's place.
She gently squeezes Rue's paw back.]
Your world and mine are all too similar.
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Despite my title, I know that there were many who only saw me as a wild beast. And for my Hob to be made to believe he was unworthy of pursuing his own happiness - [A deep, trembling sigh, Rue is getting more emotional at the thought that they'd like to be.] Needless to say, I am much relieved that we are here together instead.
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[She glances up at Rue curiously.]
Or would you choose to stay?
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[It surprises even Rue how immediate and strong their answer is.]
As long as Hob was amenable, I would much prefer to stay. I love Faerie, it has been my home for all of my awakened life, but I no longer wish to play any part in the twisted machinations of the courts. I have done what I could to try and subvert their power on the inside, but I have given them enough of my life. I wish to find happiness and freedom elsewhere. Perhaps Gloucester is not ideal for either of us, but I know it must be better than there.
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[Caitlyn's face becomes serious as she frowns intently at a spot in the distance.
She's considered her own thoughts about going home. Of course she wants to, more than almost anything. But if the choice were between going home and abandoning everyone here to the Entities, or staying and trying to find a way to stop the end of this world, even if it means she'd be trapped... she's not entirely certain of the choice she would make.]
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Rue laughs softly, the sound wet and trembling with big emotion, before they are closing the distance between the two of them and drawing Caitlyn into a careful, warm, feathery hug. They do not overstay their welcome - Rue is well aware that most would not care for the embrace of a clawed, taloned beast - but as always, their touch is gentle, all too aware of the careful pressure of their hug so as not to hurt her.]
Thank you, Caitlyn. I treasure your friendship so dearly. I - When Hob and I discussed our wedding back in Faerie, we planned for only two or so witnesses to attend, so to instead be given all of this, with all of our most darling friends, I am so grateful. Thank you.
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Don't thank me yet. There's still so much work that needs doing.
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I will give everything that I can. I must confess, that I have never needed to fight in the past, but I can not leave all of the work in the rest of yours hands. I promise, I will do my part. I am not scared, not when I shall have you at my side.
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[Just like in the stories Caitlyn read as a child of adventurers in far-away lands defeating evil and finding true love.
She pulls out of the hug and smiles encouragingly up at Rue.]
You should get back to him. I'm sure he's missing you.
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I suppose I should track down my husband before he's too lost without me. [And try as they might, Rue can not hide how much calling Hob their husband just thrills them.]
But please, I would love to have you over to our new apartment. Just for tea and catching up. This and the spring festival have taken so much of my time lately, I shall be very glad to free some of that up for my dearest friends.
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Yes, of course. Yes. I'd love to come visit.
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Pray, enjoy yourself. You deserve that as much as anyone else.