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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.]
(gaius voice) this was NOT my intention
Oh, it's nothing, really. [kiera also doesn't just give everyone private aurelius reserves, but lol.] It's called "hen of the hills," for your reference. Let me know if the two of you enjoy it.
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[You know foraging people always have #opinions on how you should prepare your mushrooms, like the puffball mushroom people are on about how you can use it to make pizza crust and all that shit.]
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Any way you would cook poultry! I think you might lose out on some texture in stew, but that should be avoided by browning it beforehand.
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Ah, I see. I can do that. If I may, you seem to be much of an expert with this — do you often forage for mushrooms? They do not grow in Sargon, where I am from, and so I do not know ways to easily identify the edible ones other than... "the brightly coloured red ones might kill me".
[I mean, to be fair, that's nature's way of saying "hi I'll fuck your shit up".]
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I do, on occasion. Though I wouldn't claim to be an expert on the local fungi -- they can vary widely by region, or world, as it were, with species that look almost identical being nutritional in one place and deadly in another.
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[He trails off there, but it's obvious what he means. No one is selling or buying those, and if they are, it's a field guide for another region and someone is moving countries.]
Have you encountered lookalike species here, if I may ask?
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[this is how mushrooms get added to the menu in the future, Kiera, be proud]