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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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[He glances off into the distance, trying to track down Passenger.]
It's easy to see how deeply he cares for you.
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[He sighs, bringing his claws to his chest for a moment.]
I want to make sure I do right by him. We've only really just begun to cross the gap between us here in the Grove, after all...I fear I may stumble and ruin something, if I'm not careful.
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[If Luca sounds exasperated, it's affectionately so. he studies Sesa for a long moment, before reaching up to clap him on the shoulder.]
He chose to marry you. To be with you. If there were any risk of you stumbling hard enough to jeopardize your relationship, it would have happened already.
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Haha...I suppose you're right. I am...particularly known for my stumbling, so he would have seen plenty of me doing that already as it is.