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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 hope that it has lived up to all the, ah, hype, is that right?
[Look, they are trying.]
After all of the weddings I had seen in human movies, I was terrified there would be someone in attendance ready to object our union! I had dreams that my Hob would have to fight someone to the death for my honor. I'm so grateful it was considerably less dramatic!
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[He still needs to meet Hob proper. He'll get to it eventually.]
Nah, you and your husband sit pretty and enjoy yourselves, anyone causes you grief, I'll take care of it.
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[Get ready, Leo, cause Rue is sweeping just close enough press a peck of a kiss to his forehead, before beaming happily down at the turtle.]
Would you dance with me later? I'd be so overjoyed to do a chicken dance or electric slide with you.
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I have never heard of those in my life but I will make sure a spot is open on my dance card just for you.
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I would be honored to teach you.
[And just his promise alone is all they need. Rue gives the turtles hand a squeeze in their paw and releases him.]
Go see your beau and I will go see mine. And we shall dance later, once the night falls.
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I haven't even met your beau. I gotta do that, see if they're up to snuff.
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[Rue laughs.]
Well, would you like a formal introduction or would you prefer to approach him yourself? Either way, you must promise to not bully my darling too harshly.
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But however you think is best I meet him. I promise I will make a good impression.
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Well then, I will leave you boys to it. I think you shall get along wondrously with my Knickolas. He is a good man, only a little less social than I am.
[A little, Rue says, like they aren't The Socialite of ADI.]
Ask him for a demonstration on catching paper doves. It's quite entertaining to watch.
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Did you just say Nicholas with a "K".
[Don't ask how he did that. He can just Tell.]
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Isn't it darling? He's my dearest Knick Pnack.
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[He is absolutely treading on gay faerie shit and he just doesn't know it yet. Maybe he should think a little more about youkai bullshit.]
I guess if you like it....
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I do. Enough to marry him. It is a perfectly sweet name for my perfectly sweet husband.
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...I'm glad he makes you happy, you deserve it.
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They can't help but drag the young man back into another hug, squeezing just a little tighter this time.]
I need you to know, Leo, that our home will always have space for you, should there ever come a time that you need it. You are like family to me, and as such, my home is your home. Always. Thank you for being here today.
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His arms tighten around them, probably more than his slender frame eludes to and that they would expect.]
Thanks, Rue. That- It means a lot.
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[Lies. It's everything. Especially the strength with which Leo hugs them back. Nothing could make Rue happier and prouder in this moment.]
Now, go see your beau, my friend. I shall save that dance for you for later.