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sticksandbones2025-06-02 09:52 am
forwander) wrote in sticksandbones2025-06-02 09:52 am
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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.]
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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You're dumb.
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Sure am!
Y'drank any water, little lady?
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[She looks around and... snags a glass off a table. It is absolutely not water. Someone has probably drank out of it.]
See?
[Razlo. Please stop her.]
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Girl, that "water's" brown as wet sand 'n in a martini glass! Put that shit back where y'found it 'n c'mon, before I pick ya up like my lil purse dog.
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Purse dog indeed. One with plastic in her mouth and everything.]
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it's not hard to catch up with her, given the heels sinking into the sand. raz takes a few bounds and... just picks her up by the back of the dress. not pulling it to expose anything, but it can't be too comfortable.]
Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me right now? [he can't hide the grin, at least.]
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Turn the gravity back on. [He tries to swing herself enough to face him, and then hiccups straight in his face.]
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Damn. Third arm'd be real fuckin' nice t'have back right about now.
[once he's balancing everything, he takes it and meryl over to a seat, plopping her down, keeping a grip on her so she can't just bolt again, and pushing the food and drink at her.]
's vodka 'n rum cake. [it is water and nonalcoholic cake.] Have fun.
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She can't exactly let his comment go, though.]
Don't - don't talk about your penis in front of me. Creep.
[But hey, all is forgiven. More alcohol for her? Thanks. She digs in without questioning it.
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Y'sure got yer mind in the gutter, y'lil worm larva, but I don't got a penis. [literally no shame, just out with it. she wants to bring up his junk? sure, he'll talk about his junk.]
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Did you eat it along with your heads?
nsfw jokes
razlo is fucking obsessed with white girl wasted meryl, just for the record.]
I never told ya how many heads I ate, now did I?
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Damn. Hardcore.
[That's it. That's all she's got. She goes right back to eating.]
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he'll do his best to keep her out of more trouble. maybe just a little, as a treat.]