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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 could say that. [Passenger no don't mess with her] What do you think? Many people tell us we're difficult to tell apart.
[Little Elliot in his brain is YELLING]
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[Now she's stuck with the chain smoking scam artist. Damb.]
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"Say something comforting. She's probably in pain," says Little Elliot, and Passenger... does not do this because he has no earthly idea how to.]
I highly doubt that man will stay gone very long, knowing him. He was always the stubborn sort, was he not?
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[How does she put it into words? Something about this feels far too real, too pointed, for him to simply come back. Maybe it's just because it's her first death here, but...]
Never mind. You're right. I just need to... give him time.
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Come, dear, let us get you some water. You shouldn't be drunk and downtrodden. [Passenger, that's like, the quintessential reason people drink.] I firmly believe you and those you care for will always find a way to see one another again. Keep that in your heart, hm?
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[She wipes at her eyes.]
He was Vash. He found a way. And when I found out he was here, after two years of waiting... I thought I had my chance.
Now he's gone again. So... Wha' if if that was it?
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He will also rub circles into her back between her shoulder blades.]
Everyone dies, my dear. Even I, even you. In this place where nothing is guaranteed, we can both expect death and to come back from it... but even I don't believe death in a place outside of this one is "it". If his spirit has gone to the afterlife, you will see him again. Perhaps it won't be soon, and I imagine he'd be quite cross with you were you to turn up dead already — but you will reunite. The afterlife, in Sargonian culture at least, is said to be far happier than the life we live now. Chin up — Vash would want you to smile for him, would he not?
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Passenger is right of course. Vash would be upset if she didn't keep on living. And he would want her to smile. Ironically, it reminds her of someone else's words, but for once she doesn't scoff at Wolfwood's wisdom.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt any less. Tomorrow, she'll probably regret it, but for now, Meryl finds herself sobbing. Silently, mind you, but sobbing nonetheless. It isn't just Vash that she thinks of, either. She remembers Roberto, his sacrifice for her. She remembers Tonis, the boy she couldn't save.
She's lost so much. But the image Passenger paints, of a happier afterlife, is a pleasant one. One that she's too drunk to attempt to logic away, at that. She lets that thought blanket her, eventually slowing her hiccuping breaths and cascading tears.
After what feels like an eternity, she wipes the last of her tears away. A few more leak out just as quick, but it's no matter. Her voice is thick when she speaks.]
It's a nice way of thinking about things, I'll give you that.
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[He wishes he was capable of "nice" thoughts most of the time, to be honest. It's something he's working on... kind of.]
Dry your eyes. Your grief deserves to be felt and acknowledged, but you must allow some amount of joy to accompany it from time to time. Vash would be happy to know you prosper, despite everything. He was always kind to me as well, and I would rather carry good memories than regretful ones, personally.
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[She shouldn't be so surprised. Vash had a way of touching lives like that. He'd made the people of Jeneora Rock happy for a time, hadn't he? But just as she processes that thought, another creeps in. As much joy as he tended to bring, misfortune followed behind just as closely.
But if Vash had been here for so long... maybe he'd managed to break that curse. He deserved that.]
What was he like? Here, I mean.