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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.]

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[i. reception] everybody has you up on their wall sometimes

[After many a millennia of sitting on the sidelines, never daring to participate in any of the many events they've spent their life putting together, to be front and center at one is absolutely exhilarating. Rue has never felt so at ease before, being able to just brush off all responsibility and focus solely on their own fun, the night a total blur of champagne and dancing and delighted laughter.

After the ceremony, the owlbear can be found absolutely everywhere within the tent, beaming in a way that feels foreign to them, unable to hold back the joy that radiates off of their feathery frame. They glide around in their beautiful dress - a silken ballroom gown that they sweep elegantly around in, with a structured, sparkling bodice to shape their voluptuous frame, delicate wings of lace and chiffon draped over their real wings - and greet everyone in attendance.

Stick around long enough and they may just ask you for a dance or perhaps you'd like the chance to playfully pelt one of the newlyweds with a fragrant egg.]

[ii. late night] everybody thinks of you when they sleep at night

[There comes a point late into the evening where the drinking and dancing is just a touch overwhelming and Rue needs a quick moment to cool off. They slip from the tent, panting softly, their feathers puffed out in an effort to cool their flush, a delicate half-filled champagne glass pinched carefully between their talons.

Their expression only brightens when they realize they aren't alone.]

I didn't see you slip outside.

[iii. wildcard] when I say everybody I'm actually referring to me

[ooc: hit me up with anything! if you want to do something else, throw me a comment and I'll write up a specific prompt for us! :>]

i. mingling

[There's... doves in his hair. It's cute, he thinks? Then again, he doesn't really realize they're edible until people start catching them and stuffing them in their mouth. Oh. Okay then.

Carter is firmly and camp brush out of your hair, so he smiles and wipes at his head politely, trying to shake them off.

And right into his neighbor's drink.

Oops.]

Sorry! Didn't mean to do that, uh. Please, let me get you another one...

ii. reception

[Standing awkwardly on the sideline you say. Well! He's an expert at that?

Carter is polite enough to engage in small talk, social enough to clap along to the music and cheer for the happy couple. But he's also a very stiff noodle beyond that, avoiding the bar, so very much not dancing and not really able to relax.

Still, he'll raise his glass when there's a toast, he'll approach people he knows, and he'll make an effort not to be the guy stuck in the corner.]

Do you know what's up with the eggs? Where I'm from that's more of a Halloween thing...

iii. a little trade; cw: addiction

[It's late and what can he say, he's really glad he came. Feels like the air is just charged with positive energy and it's great to just get together and celebrate something so nice. Feels like it's been forever since he had something to celebrate. Still, the sun's probably about to come up and he's ready to head out and call it a night. Morning. Post-party blue hour.

Carter takes his gift bag but pauses when he spots the champagne bottle. He looks around and taps the shoulder of the person next to him, offering it to them.]

You want mine?

iv. wildcard

[Feel free to bump into him anywhere at the wedding. He'll be dressed to the nine and behave in his poshest old money way, old habits die hard.]

Steve picks up a stone, but he's not very sneaky and while he's 95 percent sure it's just a fun game… Well, maybe the bigger problem is, most of the people he'd like to slip it to are highly trained spies and assassins (or don't really have pockets, looking at you, Cortana), but if he thinks he's got a real chance, maybe he'll give it a go. Maybe someone he knows will look distracted long enough that he's got a shot, and he sidles up as unobtrusively as he can.

Are you about to get lucky, or is he about to get very unlucky?

Otherwise, he mostly hangs around the periphery of the dance floor and enjoys a few drinks. Not too many, even though it's been A Month already and he might not mind getting a little buzzed. But it's a wedding and he's going to behave himself.

Well — except for the eggs. Anyone he knows might find one lobbed their way. Possibly from across the room. He's no sniper, but he's not a bad shot and he's got a decent arm. And a very practiced innocent-looking expression that is probably not fooling anyone at all.

And of course, at some point during the reception he makes sure to find Rue and Hob and congratulate them. The latter he's never met, though he can't imagine they're anything but wonderful, knowing Rue. He's brought a small present: a framed card with dried flowers pressed into it, decorated with hand-drawn designs and whorls all around them and the date carefully lettered in his best calligraphy underneath it. It's not big or impressive, but hopefully they'll like it.

Malcolm arrives with Neal and manages to slip his stone into Neal's pocket while they're dancing. There's nothing that says it can't be your partner's pocket and Neal can use a year of good luck.

He makes his way around the reception, trying the drinks, trying the eggs, trying the chicken dance and even trying a few of the doves. He's up for chatting with anyone and may even be amenable to dancing.

Mingling

[John isn’t big on parties but he wouldn’t miss Rue and Hob’s wedding for the world. He’s wearing a nice suit (arm modified to account for his large crab claw arm) and no tie, collar slightly unbuttoned, the peak of effortless style as far as he is concerned. He’s curious about Fey practices and finds the stone game highly amusing.

He knows that he’s probably lost several…okay, dozens of points in the stealth department consisting he’s the only guy here with a giant crab claw for an arm and it makes him fairly noticeable, so if he’s gonna do this, he’s gotta take advantage of distractions.

He waits for a large knot of people in the crowd to attempt to slip it into your pocket.

Do you notice, y/n?]

Reception

[Parties to him were fancy, unbearable events full of equally unbearable people, having grown up with an also-unbearable family. This is nothing like that—he’s genuinely happy to celebrate Rue and Hob’s wedding, but even in college, during the fun ones, he was the guy to stay against the wall drinking a beer or heading outside to avoid the crowds and especially avoiding being asked to dance.

But you know what’s better than dancing?

Throwing eggs at people.

John is only too happy to take part in this game, and it’s probably unfortunate that you seem to be his next target.

He might be grinning a little too much when he sends the egg sailing towards you.

Is it affection? Is it malice? Who knows!]

Edited 2023-04-11 05:58 (UTC)

A)

(Cortana has never been to a wedding before in her life... and if they're all like this, she's clearly been missing out. Before the reception, she will happily do her best to slip her stone into someone's pocket without them noticing... and should she check her own pockets and find a stone, she'll probably try to slip that into someone else's pocket too. Yeah, that wasn't mentioned in the rules of this little game, but she's having fun.

Should she be noticed, she'll proceed to greet the person in question very innocently, with a disarming smile.)

Hey there. Enjoying the wedding?

B)

(Oh she's definitely been missing out. Cortana can't eat but she can be seen running around trying to catch the little doves anyway. Be careful, with her running around like she is she very well could crash into someone... and given that she's a hard, heavy robot, that would not be fun.)

C)

(Look, she loves dancing, but those eggs...

Hey, you, random person! Yeah, whoever you are, you just got an egg thrown on you! At least it smells nice?)

[The reception is a go. The collective high of good spirits and even higher energy is coating the entire tent in an alluring glow. There's a busy corner in every corner, the dancing is ridiculous enough to envy, and chatter carries through the air in a not unpleasant sort of ruckus. So what that means is, the timing's right.

Tim fetches the turtle first. Because he's a busy bee as resident DJ and, thus, less likely to just want to up and leave the post. Also, Donatello just happens to strike Tim as opportunistically difficult to deal with. No reason, really. Nothing Tim can't navigate. (It's still maybe a bit of a pain.)

Cortana is in the running for the very coveted title of Dove Destroyer. Tim ushers her to the flock with a tiny apology for interrupting her ranking.

With all three losers gathered, at last, Tim isn't convinced that the success of their antics isn't due to the fact that

Blue

and Red

make Purple.

Flawless reasoning. Tim shifts his weight on the crutches holding his sorry frame upright. This is a conversation they're having inside the party-- all casual-like.]

Neil gave the go-ahead. We launched the program just yesterday. We can expect live results to ping us back in the next day or two.

[...that's still vague. Why is he still so vague.]

And... you can expect your next paychecks to reflect your work. Congratulations on becoming some of ADI's highest winners this quarter.

Mingling

[ Power, to her credit, did dress up to the best of her ability once she saw the party outside! She's wearing a nice suit, complete with ironed shirt and tie, and is doing her damn best to slip her smooth stone into someone else's pocket. Subtlety has never been one of Power's strong suits though; her tendency to whistle innocently and glance the other way while reverse-pickpocketing someone doesn't work in her favour.

Later on, Power throws herself wholeheartedly into dove-catching, clawing the tiny paper birds out of the air with ferocious, cackling glee and shredding them between her sharp teeth. A few of the doves are even speared on her horns, although she doesn't seem to notice these outliers. She's in this to win it! ]

Reception!

[ Are you much of a dancer? Yes, no? Trick question, the answer doesn't matter because no matter your attitude, Power will try to bully you onto the dance floor. Join her and her extremely dorky dance moves! (Also, goes without saying, but if you actually join in and match her dancing, you are her new best friend!) ]

Come on, come on, come on!

a. mingling
[While Hob isn't participating in the paper dove massacre himself (being a Goblin and naturally adept at this sort of thing, he feels it would be unfair if he, the groom, took part) he is more than happy to explain what the hell is going on to anyone who asks. He stands off to the side and watches proceedings with a keen eye, winners' sash draped over his arm and crown in hand.]

b. reception
[Parties are a very different kind of battlefield than the ones Hob is used to. He finds himself a bit at sea after all the pleasantries have been made and the congratulations have been graciously accepted. Which is why, while Rue makes their rounds, Hob can be found at a table on his own. His eyes are tracking their every movement, large and shining with adoration. He may be crying a little bit. Look, he's a big guy. He has big emotions. Absently, still thoroughly engrossed in said big emotions, Hob picks up one of the miniature champagne bottles strewn about the table and pops it in his fangy mouth.

Yes, the whole bottle. Glass and all. He doesn't seem to mind, or even notice, crunching away like it's the most normal thing in the world.]

c. wildcard
[or anything else! ask him to dance, bump into him at the punch bowl, trip over his big furry foot, whatever your heart wants!]

Eda shows up to the wedding looking particularly dapper in a red tailcoat. It’s been tailored for wings, likely with Rue’s help, and her outfits now have to accommodate a long fluffy, feathery tail as well. This is fine; she insists she’s making it work.

She definitely doesn’t cry during the ceremony; anyone who thinks that she did was imagining things. Clearly.

She spends the majority of the event near her date, Raine Whispers, but she’ll take some opportunities to mingle, especially since there’s at least mild mischief encouraged.

Mingling
As disappointing as it might be that the doves are only confetti, Eda is still determined to win. She catches as many as she can from the air, hissing at one or two people who get too close.

She can also be caught picking them out of other guest’s hair; depending on who it is and their reaction to the confetti, she might pretend she’s being helpful, or she might try to be subtle about it. Once or twice she points behind someone and grabs tiny doves off them while they’re distracted.

Reception
A) Eda’s about thirty seconds away from finding an excuse to throw something at the best of times. Given there’s an actual socially acceptable excuse tonight, Eda will be doing quite a bit of it.

Friends with the witch already? Time for her to show affection by pelting you with an egg. Never met her? It’s also likely to be how she introduces herself!

B) A few (or perhaps more than a few) glasses of champagne into the night, Eda finds herself lurking on the sidelines watching people dance. She doesn’t seem completely sold on the idea, but she could probably be convinced easily enough.

Wildcard
Throw me a different starter or hit me up at Ilya#4143 or

badgirlcoven! Also if you want to come pester Eda and Raine (

rainestorms), let us know in the subject line!

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Raine loves weddings— but they’ve never quite been to a wedding like this before. They can’t quite tell what is and isn’t human realm specific, but they find the ceremony gorgeous nonetheless. They'd like to think they added to the gorgeousness, in their own outfit to complement Eda's.

As Eda’s date, Raine spends the majority of the night on her arm. But, they can be found trying all of the foods and refreshments, and socializing with those that they recognize, and friendly faces that they don’t. They might even play some violin if you convince them enough ~~or get them drunk enough~~, but the chances are slim.

Mingling

A: Feed (On) The Birds?
Raine is puzzled on why tiny birds are falling from the sky, but consuming live birds isn’t out of the question in the Boiling Isles. Not that these are live, but they’re tiny and quite cute, and Raine wants as many as possible. They catch what they can, and any attempts to steal confetti from their hair will result in a slap on the wrist. If they catch you. But Raine is watching, ever so vigilantly.

B: Ruses and Shenanigans
Note: tag into this thread for a three person thread with Raine and ( Eda.)

Raine decides that they’re going to play a game with Eda. Mostly because she started it. Raine uses any excuse they can to slip a rock into her pocket, or steal birds from her hair. PDA is no stranger to Raine’s strategy, and they’ll take any excuse they can to get a point up on Eda.

Not that they’re keeping score.

Reception:

A: Egg fight!

Raine doesn’t particularly enjoy having things thrown at them, but tonight is a night unlike most others. They’ll make an exception. In fact, if they catch you throwing one at them, they might throw one back. They forgot if that’s what the rules dictate, but.. hey! They’re having fun.

B: One Look From You

Raine later on in the night has had one too many to drink. If they’re not flirting, or dancing, ~~or sharing drunk PDA~~ with Eda, they’re sitting on the outside of the party. Raine is mostly taking turns between watching people, and watching Eda with the occasional pictures of her.

Staring back or acknowledging Raine will get an awkward hello. But catching Raine staring at Eda will catch them off guard, and they’ll get a little flustered.

[Wildcard! Feel free to do something completely different with Raine! If you want to plot, catch me on Discord or Plurk.]

[The reception looks like it isn't about to slow down any time soon. The atmosphere is lively, everyone is excited for the happy couple getting married. The feeling itself is infectious as people mingle amongst each other. Some playing games, others merely talking, others eating, and some dancing.

Peter for his part is just trying to take all of it in where he can. Though he his attention strays here and there when he sees Leo flitting around the party. This is definitely more his boyfriend's scene than Peter's. The brunette just finds himself smiling a little every time he sees the turtle.

He fidgets with a stone between his fingers as he walks through the crowd. His lips quirk briefly into a smile as he manages to slide it into the jacket pocket of someone he walks by.

Leo finally seems to be in one place. Peter smooths a hand absently over the front of his suit as he makes his way over to the other teenager. A large part of himself still wants to impress Leo, whilst the rest is just anxious about wearing anything nicer than jeans.

He stops next to his boyfriend, smiling at him.]

Hey, you. Enjoying the party so far?

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