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

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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[in their defense, they have no control over what the damn mushrooms do to them! they're just relieved not to be a leech anymore.

their brow quirks in hesitation at the offering, but... they do eventually sigh deeply and accept the glass. oh, they can tell what it is by scent alone as they swirl it, and they hate their life. but verso is either being kind or teasing them, and they would like both to continue, so they'll play along, forcing themself to sip it properly and let it linger before swallowing.

they won't smile about it, though. they make a pitiful noise in their throat as they hand the glass back to him.]

Enjoy torturing innocent damsels for fun, do you?

It's not that bad! [He takes the glass back, and uses the same hand to motion in the direction of the bartender.] Our good man over there managed to steal a fine bottle. I'd have squirreled this away for months back home!

[He takes a sip, one that may or may not come from the exact place Kiera had pressed her mouth. His brows raise ever so slightly as he does. He doubts the "damsel" before him has missed the action.]

And I suppose you prefer something sweet and fruity, then?

Well, at least we know we will never have to fight over the last drop.

[perhaps kiera shouldn't have come here, considering her little deal with zonari. they do catch on to verso's deliberate movements, and clear as day he and anyone in a ten foot radius of them hears Beasts, I wish that were me. I despise being patient.

unfortunately, this broadcast doesn't register to kiera, so they only smile in response to the conversation.]

You understand me as well, it seems. I'm partial to a sparkling moscato.

[Verso raises his brows. Whatever he's just experienced, he gets the feeling he probably shouldn't have been privy to. And while it's just as likely to encourage Kiera in her own way, he does take them by the elbow and guide them a little further from the crowd.

He doesn't know how far those "words" carried, but he'd rather not have them embarrassing themself with their own thoughts.]

Have you always been able to do that?

[at first, kiera assumes he's taking her to get that glass of wine, but his words only end up confusing her.]

Do what? [given a second or two, their mind cycles through the possibilities and lands on -- Fuck. You've gone and ruined it. Shut up, you stupid harlot, you're making it worse.

are they sweating? is it extra hot on this beach? they're just going to pretend this isn't happening.]

I -- think I could use that glass, actually! Hahahah!

[Verso can't help the faint snicker that escapes him.]

Harlot, huh? Rather antiquated, but if that's what you prefer.

[He hands the glass of Cab Sav over for the time being. He knows it isn't what she wants but she might damn well need it right now. And he doesn't hesitate in taking a step toward the bar. One step, before turning back to to her.]

Stay there. I'm willing to bet you want to run, but I'm asking nicely. And if you do, I'll have two glasses for you.

[kiera never gets embarrassed. they never stoop so low as to blush.

they're going to have a serious talk with zonari. for now, they feign all is normal, still, with a forced smile and a tone as lackadaisical as ever.]

Two pitchers would be even nicer, but I leave it to youuu!

[as he ventures farther away, he might still catch bits before he's out of reach. I hate everything. Drinking will make this worse, but I cannot be sober for this. nevermind the fact that by the time the wine hits them, five minutes will easily have passed.]

[Convincing the bartender to part with a pitcher had proven an impossible task. Especially when said bartender had tartly said "She doesn't need it" and left him only with his glasses. But whatever.

He trudges back over, relieved to find Kiera still there. The first glass is held out to her.]

I take it that isn't supposed to happen?

[she -- absolutely need it you horrid little squab. as verso will inevitably hear on his way back. nonetheless, she gratefully accepts the glass and knocks it back in record time. What a good man. ah, further embarrassment.]

I -- am only tolerating it temporarily. Consider it a curse in exchange for the power to understand a dead language. Quid pro quo, and all that. Phoenix feathers, am I going to owe you for this.

[He may or may not snort to himself at her running commentary. Thankfully, none of it is particularly offputting for him, and beyond that he doesn't make an attempt at commenting. Blocking it out is probably impossible, but he does his best to ignore it all the same.]

I'm not the type to take advantage of a damsel in need. No favors necessary. [His brows lift.] Though I am curious as to why you'd need to read dead languages.

[in spite of the humiliation, kiera can't help but be relieved that verso isn't commenting on specific thoughts. Normally, the concept of "being a gentleman" is repulsive, but... they shake their head and choke out a laugh.]

I appreciate it, but I do not enjoy the scales of any relationship being tipped out of my favor. You will get your due, somehow.

It is the language of the gods here, apparently. I hope it will help me learn more about our captor.

Now that I can understand. You can make it up to me when you're in better spirits then, how about that?

[He won't be counting down the minutes, hours, days by any means, but if it makes her comfortable, he'll gladly comply.]

As for your gods, I suspect that you're hoping to find the answer to the question as o why we've been stolen away? And why the beast in the woods is so particularly... aggressive?

Oh, I know why we were taken. We all lived here in a past life, it was released in that time period, and some of us participated in the ritual that sent us to our new worlds. He kills us repeatedly because it empowers him. His torture is power, and retaliation, like everything else. [Like the lovers of those poor sods, left out in the open like carnival attractions for everyone to gawk at.

they frown even as they think the words, and gesture for the other glass.]

... Please.

[Well, that hits him particularly hard. His brows draw together, and his body hunches ever so slightly, as if physically struck by Kiera's words. He says nothing as he hands over the glass, mouth twisting into a scowl before he schools his features into something more relaxed.]

I see.

[And to quickly change the subject...]

They were well-loved around here, I noticed. Joshua seemed close to one of them. He was... why I was so worried.

[verso's reaction is so visceral and obviously pained that for once, kiera might actually regret their bluntness. it only makes them down the glass faster.]

The journal entry. Of course.

You're kind to look after him. Before his... friend, he'd recently lost his brother. But I suspect he's told you as much. [You sound just like Clive did.

again, they catch themself.]

Ah. I apologize. It is not something you can control, unlike my own thoughts.

He did. [Kiera's thoughts only bring a bitter smile to his lips.] He said as much to me. While I was sitting in Clive's old seat in the bar, I might add.

[He knows he fucked up in that moment. Joshua had been kind about it, but others in the bar had not.]

An honest thought for an honest thought — it makes me feel obligated to him, in a way. As if the role should fall to me to care for him while his brother is away.

[the look kiera gives verso over her empty glass is one of pity.]

I admit I don't know Joshua terribly well, but I'd like to think I know him well enough to confidently say that he would not expect as much of you.

Then again, I don't know you very well, either, but you still strike me as a caretaker.

You're not wrong. [His smile is humorless.] Perpetual big brother, even. You can see why my heart would bleed for him.

[Good to know, though, that it isn't expected of him. It doesn't change anything, but still.]

I can, yes.

[kiera's does, too. even if they can't be certain which of them is older, if she lost luca... well, she would not be doing as well as joshua. her stint in the forest with the stone snakes, where clive had to save her from herself, was proof enough of that.

... her internal cringe becomes external as she waits for verso's reaction to her latest train of thought. but it doesn't come. the spell has worn off for the time being, apparently, and she breathes a heavy sigh of relief.]

I -- think I'm in the clear. You've been looking after me, as well. Thank you.

[Likewise, Verso waits for another stray thought, but finds his head filled only with his own voice. He can't help but grin for her sake.]

Much better. I much prefer my own brooding to others. [At her praise, he only shrugs.] It wouldn't do to have you struggling with your own head out there.

[if they wince, they hope he doesn't hold it against them. kiera can tolerate being thought of in a variety of negative ways, but "brooding" is one that does not feel... great.]

Well, I apologize for the awkwardness. Typically, when I make a fool of myself, it's intentional.

What can I do for you in return, now?

It was hardly a bother. I was more worried about you than what I was hearing. Although...

[His brows lift, a touch conspiratorial.]

You could tell me what it was you wanted my mouth to do.

[ugh. kiera is so accustomed to being the one flustering people, and now this? she's going to kick some gargoyle ass.

oh, well! despite being taken by surprise for a single moment, they straighten up with a light toss of their hair and a characteristic smirk.]

Oh, I'm sure a dashing man like you has enough experience to think of a few things.

Oh, certainly. But what if I wanted to hear you tell me all about it. A voice like that... [He gives her a wink.]

But only if you want.

Flatterer. [nah, her tone suggests she knows she deserves the praise, but she's grateful for it nonetheless. she's been stuck in the grove for far too long, going unappreciated.

kiera sidles up beside him, nudging their shoulders together, face tilted slightly toward him, and partly facing the rest of the party. it's to both appear unassuming to the rest of the attendees, but also entice verso that little bit more by remaining just out of his reach.]

You could start with a kiss. Skin or lips would be equally pleasant, so I think I'll leave the choice up to you. And don't worry -- I may be at least something of a lady, but I always reciprocate.

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