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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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Because knowing that Eda is enjoying herself, even in a crowd of so many people, well, it feels significant. Rue absolutely preens with delight under the compliment, beaming with pride.
"I'm glad you've brought Raine along. I have not yet spoken to them, but I hope they are enjoying themself as well."
And let's be real, even if sharing a lot of kisses at someone else's wedding was tacky, Rue wouldn't care in the slightest. Not with Eda.
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Eda looks a little flustered, because it probably is significant, but she'd rather not admit that. Then again, not being actively on the run from the local government makes it easier to relax, too.
"They are... I did suggest they slow down on the champagne a little," Eda sounds amused, and she knew that was rich coming from her, but she was better at handling her alcohol.
"But I'm glad they're having fun." Especially given their social anxiety tended to be a lot worse than her own.
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Their guests having fun is an important part of the festivities. Speaking of...
"Have you tried any of the little games Hob and I put together? It isn't too much, is it?"
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"Too much?" Eda laughs and it trails off into a snort.
"You didn't even use live birds," she points out, possibly a little disappointed by that. Even if she probably shouldn't chase those in front of people.
"Trust me, if this was a Boiling Isles wedding there'd be a lot more bloodshed by now." Her tone makes it hard to tell if she's serious, but it's probably at least a little bit true.
"But they're fun. I'll never turn down an excuse to throw eggs at people."
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Not even Rue can hide the gentle amusement in their tone, the barest hint of a laugh at their beak. Eda knows them enough for this.
"I had a feeling you would enjoy that too."
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"Yeah, I guess that's nice for the novelty," Eda admits. "Even if it's wild you didn't even fight a Wedding Beast." Not that she was going to explain anything about that most likely.
As for the barely concealed (by their standards, at any rate) laughter, Eda doesn't seem to mind.
"You know me well," she agrees. Which is still something that's also wild, really.
"Oh but isn't what you want what matters anyway?" Which, given that it's Rue, probably is everyone having a good time, but still. It's their wedding.
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"Please, I already have exactly what I want." Their husband, their friends, all wrapped up together in this one night of merriment. What could be better? "I would not dare ask for anything else. I am lucky enough."
Well. Maybe one thing, but Rue is trying to keep certain absences from their mind tonight.
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"Well, good," Eda says. That really is the important part, she thinks. Well, she supposes it's important Hob is having fun too. But she doesn't know him as well.
"I'm... glad you had a chance to put this together." There's always so much going on here, and it's all important. Sometimes it's hard for her to justify giving herself any chances to rest or to enjoy things, but it's also genuinely nice being able to make good times like this in the midst of all the horror.
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Not that Rue doesn't believe Eda, it's more that they are touched at the sentiment. They've been worried that a wedding of this size would feel a little insensitive considering all that everyone has been through as of late. Sometimes it has been a struggle, to weigh the benefits of such a party to being considerate of those who may find the whole thing excessive.
But it is as much for everyone else as it is for Rue, an afternoon to simply enjoy themselves, to have fun and drink and dance and not care for what tomorrow will bring. It's what all of them deserve, not just Rue and Hob.
"It has filled my heart with such joy to see so many enjoying themselves tonight."
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To be honest, it was something Eda had to think about a little bit. Because it certainly could seem insensitive from a certain angle, but she's also a person who's always tried to make the best of things as they are.
"Yeah," she says, "like I've... said before, if we spend all our time scared we let 'em win." She was pretty sure she didn't need to specify what she meant by them.
Wasting all their time wouldn't help anything, but neither would feeling a moral obligation to be unhappy instead of trying to live their lives. Though swinging as far as she sometimes does into acting like things are fine isn't the best either. There's a balance to be had, but she doubts the world will end any faster because some faeries had a wedding.
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"Well, I hope that you enjoy your evening with Raine. And I - forgive me, but I must thank you again for attending. You were my very first friend in this realm, and I can not imagine my happy day without you here at my side. Thank you, Eda. You must know how deeply I appreciate your friendship."
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"But... same. I'm glad you're here," she says softly. There's a beat before she suddenly goes on. "Well not here obviously," she adds quickly. "Just uh. In my life."
...They probably knew what she meant anyway. Eda shuts up, and decides to just lean her forehead lightly against theirs. It's nice getting to dance with her friend, everything else aside.
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