[OPEN] it's a wedding party come getcher party favours

[forwander]

Who: Passenger, Sesa, & You
What: Wedding party for two losers
When: Early June, before Night Vale
Where: The beach
Warnings: Well it's a party log so. Frat boy stuff I imagine-


[It's a sunny, lovely day by the seaside cabanas. Most people, perhaps all people in attendance, are still monsters. It's a hilarious time to have a wedding, but it's officially been about a year-ish since Sesa first proposed, so here we are. Both of them are in white, Sesa in a clean-pressed, nice, traditional Sargonian getup, and Passenger in something sleek and flowing to account for the naga tail. They'll take their vows with Heimr as the officiant — because why hire any of the Real Fake Priests here when Heimr, who's obviously superior, can do it — exchange a kiss that maybe goes on for uncomfortably too long if you're an audience member (sorry), and then that's it, you're done thanks for coming!!

...

No, just kidding, this is where the party starts. There are tables laid out with food on the pier proper, mostly consisting of traditional Sargonian (Arabic) treats and drinks, like what Passenger serves at the cafe. There are a few other food items out, too, things Passenger calls Columbian fare and matches anyone's expectation of classic American finger foods. Little tea sandwiches, tiny pies and cake slices, the works.

In Sargon, the cake cutting is done with a sword, so that's what they're doing here. They'll do it together, before everyone gets to eat their unevenly-sliced sword-blessed wedding cake.

Of course, other than the food, there's another tradition in Sargon: Dancing, all in a circle, shoulders touching (or close to touching, as a bunch of monster-transformed people are able). They call it dabke, a folk dance, and the newlyweds will happily instruct anyone how to do it properly... although neither of them seem to mind if you go off to the beat of your own drum with it.

Happy wedding day! The liquor flows freely and the dancing will last until the afternoon. Break shit, eat, drink, and enjoy the waves to your heart's content — if you go swimming in the sea, no one will judge you.]

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It's my Wedding and I'll cry if I want to | OTA

[sesa]

[Sesa is having the best day of his life. It's no exaggeration when he says this.

You wouldn't think that someone you experienced such friction (and sexual tension) with at your first meeting would turn out to be someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, yet here he is pledging to do exactly that. There is, of course, a certain bittersweetness that comes with knowing that both of their times are limited...they both have Oripathy, after all. But that pales in comparison to the joy he feels, knowing that he's finally been made whole.

The powers that be have decided to change his form for this, changing Sesa from a Chimera to an all out dragon. Like, he isn't just a blessings-changed dragon, he is literally as dragony as he can be right now without being an anthro. Thankfully this happened in time for Ain to be able to tailor his clothing to fit his bigass wings and tail, and the changes- though sudden- don't change the fact he's still able to slip the ring he hand crafted in his forge onto Elliot's finger as they exchange their vows. He'll take this opportunity to exchange the Bracelets of Eternal Bond he purchased as well, which means Elliot is going to be feeling ALL of Sesa's big emotions in a minute here. Sesa talks for...way, way too long, and breaks down into sobs midway through (this will happen again), shortly before the happily wed couple practically make out at the altar. Sorry everyone-

But once the ceremony has concluded, Sesa can be found partaking in pretty much every part of the after party festivities. Loading up a plate with more food than he'll reasonably be able to eat, commenting to anyone in earshot as he takes a piece of the chopped up wedding cake for himself:]

Is it not tradition for some to freeze a portion of their wedding cake to have at a later anniversary? Should we do this too?

[You'll of course find him dancing too, happily taking turns dancing with anyone who wishes to partake or be taught how, though it won't be long before he takes Elliot off to the side for a private dance with just the two of them. Perhaps you want to grab your own sweetheart for a similar spin around the dance floor?

He has not stopped making happy rumbly dragon noises. They are loud, you will hear them.]

[notsonewbie]

Uh. Maybe? [Meryl doesn't know shit or fuck about weddings. Except...] Only if you smear it in his face, first.

[Meryl has her camera at the ready, poised for the second Sesa decides to get Passenger. She gives him a little grin as she waits.]

hi :)

[forwander]

[Elliot isn't sure about the cake, but he Is sure about the dancing, even if he doesn't have legs. That makes the dance more serpentlike, like someone's playing a flute and expecting him to rise out of a pot. It's a shimmy for sure, but hey... he's dancing! With his husband :)

At least a simple back and forth sway and the occasional waltzy sidestep isn't too hard to do with a snake body.]

How do you feel, my love?

[livlaughlove]

[razlo is here and now a very buff kitty. he's fairly grumpy, but at least sneaking sweets from the array of food here and there keeps him satisfied. it also gives him an excuse to conveniently run into sesa at some point.]

... Is it? I ain't ever been to a weddin' before. Dunno any'a this shit. [despite the gruff words, his tone isn't very biting. he's literally just trying to make conversation.]

[outofsynth]

[Honestly, Min doesn't know all that much about weddings outside of the best known traditions. He thinks about it, as though the answer might come to him if tries hard enough.]

I don't know if I've ever heard that tradition before. You could?

OTA

[notsonewbie]

[Meryl has been listlessly drifting about the Grove for days. Someone, somewhere had mentioned that the dead could return, and so she's been hovering at the edges, waiting for just long enough to see a bit of prepwork being done. Some sweet talking later, and she manages to secure herself a job.

She didn't... actually ask about pay or anything. She doesn't really care about that. She's just here for something to do. She even found a nice little dress from the twink down the lane.

And hey! She's decently good at it. Whether someone is dancing, eating, or laughing away, she snaps a candid. She isn't trying to catch anyone's bad side, but they're more than welcome to accuse her of that.

Of course, she does tend to linger at the edge of the party. She might give the dancefloor a bit of a longing look, but it usually ends with her looking up past the beach and toward the forest once more. Maybe, just maybe?

But no. Predictably, he doesn't show up, and she throws herself into her work anew. When that isn't enough, and when she's determined she's got plenty of photos to hand over, she goes for a drink. Something cute and bubbly at first, for a sense of decorum.

The harder stuff flows soon enough, though, and she finds herself stumbling into a few people. Watch out for the tiny bowling ball.]

[forwander]

[He appreciates this strange short girl for taking photos for them.

He also appreciates the way she bowls herself down the sand and crashes into him. Little Elliot in his brain says "be careful", which Passenger does not say, instead reaching out with clawed hands to steady her before she eats more sand than she already has the next time she stumbles.]

Careful. I wouldn't want you to get injured. Perhaps you should sit down?

[livlaughlove]

[eventually, meryl will stumble right into something soft and fluffy. or rather, a brick wall covered in something soft and fluffy.

it's razlo. ass-naked, weretiger razlo. because who needs clothes when you have a fur coat, and also clothes don't fucking fit your giantass muscles. his expression and voice should be obvious enough to meryl by now, even with the head of a cat rather than a snake.]

Hey. Y'okay? [even as small as she is, he somehow didn't expect to find meryl drunk off her ass.]

OTA

[notthislife]

[Verso... doesn't really know the happy couple. Sure, he and Passenger talked about the foot fetish Gestral, but he wouldn't be able to put a face to the name. Or text. Or... whatever.

But a party is a party, free food is free food, and Verso really needs to get out of his own head. And with his walking, talking wine stash worlds away, and his fingers tired of digging through the mud to spare the "coin" for a drink or two, he's more than happy to show up. Surprising no one, he makes his way to the alcohol, but once he has a glass of one of the fanciest reds he can find, he seems pretty content. He'll even try to shove a spare glass into someone's hand.]

Come now. We can't enjoy a wedding without a drink or two.

[Admittedly, Verso is dressed rather... lavishly to say the least. Who knows where he got it from. Ain may be missing something. Heimr may have experienced a break-in. But anyway, it helps that he's one of the few humanoids in the bunch, not that those cursed with more monstrous traits don't wear them well. Still, he's more than happy to preen a little and show off, especially at the edge of the dance floor. He'll make eyes at anyone who so much as looks the faintest bit single. If approached, he'll even give a half-bow and a too-charming smile.]

How about a dance?

[cryopathy]

[kiera is so fucking relieved to be able to be around people again. to be able to drink again. they're already three glasses of wine in, but force themself to stop before they go too crazy with it. this is a celebration for sesa and passenger, after all, and it wouldn't do to steal the limelight. hence why their red and gold saree is elegant but miraculously more modest than kiera usually dresses. though the unicorn horn and tail do add a certain je ne sais quoi to the overall look.

contrary to when verso first met them, their eyes are back to normal, one indigo, and their skin is a healthier color. their face in particular is pleasantly flushed with wine, even as they catch him with his own glass.]

Aw, Verso, darling, you're a red man? I suppose we all have our shortcomings... At least tell me it isn't dry!

[forwander]

[It isn't as though Passenger minds strangers, since a stranger in this place will presumably become a friend eventually. What's a better way to meet someone than at a wedding? Probably many ways but also—

The glass being pressed into his hand does make him laugh. He hasn't had a drink yet.]

I find myself in agreement. Ah, and it's nice to meet you, by the way.

OTA

[unheiring]

[A wedding wouldn't be a wedding without a drink or two. And since Luca

A) has a whole ass bar and
B) has no idea what kind of gift to give the happy couple

he decides to do something nice for... pretty much anyone that shows up at the party. He does have to find some volunteers to help him drag his stock out to the beach but... hey. Free alcohol! Not only does he have plenty of bottles of wine to be poured for everyone, but he's also taken the time to craft a special menu to commemorate the happy couple. He's taken some pretty heavy influence from the cafe's menu.

Of note:

- Masala Chai Martini
- Mango Mojito
- Sargonian Smash (Mint, Lemon, Fireball, and Simple Syrup)
- Marital Bliss Shooter (Layered Red [Grenadine] and Blue [Curaçao] shots)


Of course, Luca does let himself wander away from the bar a few times. Don't worry, he leaves plenty of grab and go options out while he's away. Mostly, he just wants to peek at the dance floor. It takes only a few seconds for him to get rather melancholy as he promptly realizes that anyone he might have wanted to dance with either isn't here, or doesn't want to dance with him, but that's fine.

He also pauses to glare daggers at the wedding cake. Cake is disgusting. Gross. He'll flip it off before heading back to his station.]

[forwander]

[the wedding cake is sufficiently offended—

Passenger will slither over for that martini, thank you very much. Although he's well aware Luca is going through a rough patch, he appreciates the other being here still, even if they don't get to talking too often. Blame that on Passenger being an introvert, really.]

This is quite good. Yet again, you're quite adaptable when it comes to mixed drinks, are you not?

[sesa]

[You won't catch Sesa drinking too terribly often compared to most, but this is a special occasion. He will happily sit himself up at the bar for a sample, torn between the Martini and the Mojito...before deciding to try the Mojito first. Who doesn't like mango?]

I cannot tell you how pleased I am to see such lovely offerings on display. And you crafted all of these drinks yourself?

[outofsynth]

[Min-Gi hasn't seen much of Luca today. With his tail he's largely been relying on Ryan for drinks. It surprises him when he does see him that he seems in such a bad mood. With the occasion he'd thought he'd be much more jovial, but here he is giving the cake the finger.

Weird.]

What did the cake do to deserve that?

[livlaughlove]

[razlo would probably not consider himself or liv very close to passenger or sesa, and definitely does not consider himself the sappy type, but he is fully aware that livio would kick his ass for skipping out on an actual happy celebration like a wedding.

so, he's here. now a hulking white weretiger, sporting his preferred mohawk, and understandably a little more grumpy and reserved than usual, but here. unless people drag him away, he hangs off to the side with his arms crossed, his leg bouncing and tail thrashing restlessly.

the only people he seeks out are the happy couple. sesa, he already spoke to. to passenger, he just gives a single nod and a gruff:] Congrats 'n shit.

[forwander]

Thank you, "'n shit".

[It's no secret that things between them are tense, but it's nice to see Razlo here either way.]

I'm surprised to see you, to be honest, but it's not an unwelcome surprise by any means.

[mooninthewater]

[ Mizuki might not be capable of being loud anymore with his mouth, but that isn't stopping him from doing his best. He wants Passenger and Sesa to know how happy he is for them, after all. Thus, Mizuki comes in with a little confetti popper, that echoes the second he's around and sends a small fluttering of paper into the air. Then, up go his arms with a big smile.

Congratulations! Cheers! May you have many happy years to come!!!! He cannot say anything like that, but he is very enthusiastically signing it. ]

[forwander]

[Mizuki they love you so much

Passenger will slither over to him during the afterparty and patpat his head. Mizuki is much shorter right now, after all! Thanks snake ass.]

Thank you for coming, Mizuki.

[sesa]

[Sesa grins from ear to ear as the confetti showers down around him, getting stuck to his horns and hair. The moment Mizuki throws his arms up, Sesa will step forward and scoop him. Get scooped idiot.]

You were wonderful during the ceremony, Mizuki! I knew I made a good decision making you my best jelly.

OTA

[jesterlies]

[Well. He definitely wasn't planning to go. Too bitter and upset over losing his love and soul-mate made him want to be a menace and cause problems, but he's on a very tight leash in that regard. Lily would be cross with him. There is also that this person owns the Cafe and has the best tea selection. He weighs his options for chaos.

He decides instead if he can't cause problems on purpose he will just exist beautifully. Good enough! It's wonderful being a Shapeshifter.

So, Shadow Milk turns up at the Wedding very different. He also has Lily on his arm, who he somehow managed to convince to come along. Probably to keep an eye on him. He has bullied her into looking nice at least so they match. His seeing-eye staff has become something that looks like opera glasses almost.]

[He is happy to sit in the back and be a peanut gallery to Lily or anyone else he's sitting with, or to get up and get drinks. Thank god this place is heavy on the juice, it's what makes it bearable being here sometimes. When he gets too bored he is up and pestering people.]

What's a girl gotta do around here to get asked to dance?

[Who is he talking to? You! Look at that eager face, surely you won't say no.]

[outofsynth]

[Ordinarily Min might fluster at being asked to dance. It's not something he's ever felt especially comfortable with. There's so much expectation attached, and it just feels weird and awkward.

This time, though? This time Min is sat on a rock a little way from the sea, merman tail hanging down and incredibly obvious. He's almost certain he's being made fun of, so he looks more annoyed than embarrassed. He gestures towards the tail, watching Shadow Milk with a guarded expression.]

I can't?

[cryopathy]

[hiiii sesapass. kiera is here-a to deliver well wishes and their gifts! a mushroom housed safely in a traveling garden and a bottle of cider in a velvet box. :)

also, they most definitely shoot sesa a wink when they hand over the mushroom. no, she will never let this joke die.]

The mushroom is native to Renova, and quite a beloved meat substitute. You can propagate more if you place a cutting in a suitable growing medium. The cider is a special Aurelius reserve, the apples grown and fermented all on site, and imbued with our secret spice blend. Congratulations to both of you -- may you have many happy years together.

[yeah, they may not be into romance, themself, but what can they say, they're pretty sentimental deep down.]

how dare you hide this from me for 4 business days

[forwander]

[The mushroom makes him laugh slightly, ah yes... no one has forgotten Sesa's mushroom incident, have they. Poor man.]

This is extremely kind of you. Thank you, Kiera. We'll keep that mushroom safe, and I'll do my part to remind Sesa how to draw it if he ever needs re-identification.

[We're not having another "it's fly agaric" "no I just drew it like that" incident. Not on his watch.]

OTA

[lovelyredthread]

[ Pavlova has been mostly keeping to himself as far as the town goes. He's fairly new and had been getting his bearings, so meeting all the neighbors wasn't the first thing on his list.

This outlook changed the SECOND he heard the word wedding. He's heard about weddings, but of course being stuck in the Garden, he never got to see one. Sure, he may not know either of the ones getting married at all, but he sure did make sure that every little thing he could help with was perfect. He even grabbed flower petals to use as confetti.

Once the ceremony was over though, the little boy withdrew again, keeping close to Shadow Milk and White Lily.

.... he is pointedly avoiding the dessert table. Watching the cake cutting had made him feel a little sick actually, but he's fine! That's what he tells himself anyway. ]

[forwander]

[Hi! Passenger is friends with your mom, he is here to Speak and say hello. Sorry about the cake cutting he swears they tried to keep it cookie-free for all y'all.]

Hello there. You must be new. I apologise for not being able to introduce myself until now.

[He holds his hand out to shake. Mind the claws.]

[nitrotempered]

[ THE GRINCH, or grouch, unfortunately is here as well. No one was there to dress him, considering Kirishima was the one who provided him with his suit before. When he was supposed to be dress nicely... He's not here, so, unfortunately, Kastuki is dressed in his usual clothing, nothing out of the ordinary here. He is quiet, though, minding his business and eating food.

His dragon form with wings makes it annoying to pick up chopsticks and eat with them. Eventually, he gives up, and starts eating with his hands like a heathen. He hates it.

Drag him on the Dance floor, or etc, sadly, he's a sourpuss, and I don't wanna throw him at anyone unless they want a grouch. If you wanna make the dance into a competition, he'll throw down immediately. ]

[lovelyredthread]

[ ... he's been kind of on and off watching this guy for a bit. He stands out like a sore thumb in his casual clothes, he's eating food with his bare hands and he's just... kind of scowling in the corner? Why did you even come is Pavlova's question.

Despite being. A bit generally offput by him, Pavlova is just morbidly curious enough to approach him. With a napkin because ew. Really hoping he wasn't eating any baked goods or he might feel a little gross about this.

He offers the older boy the napkin once he's close. ]

Are you friends with one of the grooms?