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

[forwander]

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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It's my Wedding and I'll cry if I want to | OTA

[sesa]

[Sesa is having the best day of his life. It's no exaggeration when he says this.

You wouldn't think that someone you experienced such friction (and sexual tension) with at your first meeting would turn out to be someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, yet here he is pledging to do exactly that. There is, of course, a certain bittersweetness that comes with knowing that both of their times are limited...they both have Oripathy, after all. But that pales in comparison to the joy he feels, knowing that he's finally been made whole.

The powers that be have decided to change his form for this, changing Sesa from a Chimera to an all out dragon. Like, he isn't just a blessings-changed dragon, he is literally as dragony as he can be right now without being an anthro. Thankfully this happened in time for Ain to be able to tailor his clothing to fit his bigass wings and tail, and the changes- though sudden- don't change the fact he's still able to slip the ring he hand crafted in his forge onto Elliot's finger as they exchange their vows. He'll take this opportunity to exchange the Bracelets of Eternal Bond he purchased as well, which means Elliot is going to be feeling ALL of Sesa's big emotions in a minute here. Sesa talks for...way, way too long, and breaks down into sobs midway through (this will happen again), shortly before the happily wed couple practically make out at the altar. Sorry everyone-

But once the ceremony has concluded, Sesa can be found partaking in pretty much every part of the after party festivities. Loading up a plate with more food than he'll reasonably be able to eat, commenting to anyone in earshot as he takes a piece of the chopped up wedding cake for himself:]

Is it not tradition for some to freeze a portion of their wedding cake to have at a later anniversary? Should we do this too?

[You'll of course find him dancing too, happily taking turns dancing with anyone who wishes to partake or be taught how, though it won't be long before he takes Elliot off to the side for a private dance with just the two of them. Perhaps you want to grab your own sweetheart for a similar spin around the dance floor?

He has not stopped making happy rumbly dragon noises. They are loud, you will hear them.]

[notsonewbie]

Uh. Maybe? [Meryl doesn't know shit or fuck about weddings. Except...] Only if you smear it in his face, first.

[Meryl has her camera at the ready, poised for the second Sesa decides to get Passenger. She gives him a little grin as she waits.]

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[notsonewbie]

[Meryl has been listlessly drifting about the Grove for days. Someone, somewhere had mentioned that the dead could return, and so she's been hovering at the edges, waiting for just long enough to see a bit of prepwork being done. Some sweet talking later, and she manages to secure herself a job.

She didn't... actually ask about pay or anything. She doesn't really care about that. She's just here for something to do. She even found a nice little dress from the twink down the lane.

And hey! She's decently good at it. Whether someone is dancing, eating, or laughing away, she snaps a candid. She isn't trying to catch anyone's bad side, but they're more than welcome to accuse her of that.

Of course, she does tend to linger at the edge of the party. She might give the dancefloor a bit of a longing look, but it usually ends with her looking up past the beach and toward the forest once more. Maybe, just maybe?

But no. Predictably, he doesn't show up, and she throws herself into her work anew. When that isn't enough, and when she's determined she's got plenty of photos to hand over, she goes for a drink. Something cute and bubbly at first, for a sense of decorum.

The harder stuff flows soon enough, though, and she finds herself stumbling into a few people. Watch out for the tiny bowling ball.]

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[notthislife]

[Verso... doesn't really know the happy couple. Sure, he and Passenger talked about the foot fetish Gestral, but he wouldn't be able to put a face to the name. Or text. Or... whatever.

But a party is a party, free food is free food, and Verso really needs to get out of his own head. And with his walking, talking wine stash worlds away, and his fingers tired of digging through the mud to spare the "coin" for a drink or two, he's more than happy to show up. Surprising no one, he makes his way to the alcohol, but once he has a glass of one of the fanciest reds he can find, he seems pretty content. He'll even try to shove a spare glass into someone's hand.]

Come now. We can't enjoy a wedding without a drink or two.

[Admittedly, Verso is dressed rather... lavishly to say the least. Who knows where he got it from. Ain may be missing something. Heimr may have experienced a break-in. But anyway, it helps that he's one of the few humanoids in the bunch, not that those cursed with more monstrous traits don't wear them well. Still, he's more than happy to preen a little and show off, especially at the edge of the dance floor. He'll make eyes at anyone who so much as looks the faintest bit single. If approached, he'll even give a half-bow and a too-charming smile.]

How about a dance?

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[unheiring]

[A wedding wouldn't be a wedding without a drink or two. And since Luca

A) has a whole ass bar and
B) has no idea what kind of gift to give the happy couple

he decides to do something nice for... pretty much anyone that shows up at the party. He does have to find some volunteers to help him drag his stock out to the beach but... hey. Free alcohol! Not only does he have plenty of bottles of wine to be poured for everyone, but he's also taken the time to craft a special menu to commemorate the happy couple. He's taken some pretty heavy influence from the cafe's menu.

Of note:

- Masala Chai Martini
- Mango Mojito
- Sargonian Smash (Mint, Lemon, Fireball, and Simple Syrup)
- Marital Bliss Shooter (Layered Red [Grenadine] and Blue [Curaçao] shots)


Of course, Luca does let himself wander away from the bar a few times. Don't worry, he leaves plenty of grab and go options out while he's away. Mostly, he just wants to peek at the dance floor. It takes only a few seconds for him to get rather melancholy as he promptly realizes that anyone he might have wanted to dance with either isn't here, or doesn't want to dance with him, but that's fine.

He also pauses to glare daggers at the wedding cake. Cake is disgusting. Gross. He'll flip it off before heading back to his station.]

[cryopathy]

[kiera is so fucking relieved to be able to be around people again. to be able to drink again. they're already three glasses of wine in, but force themself to stop before they go too crazy with it. this is a celebration for sesa and passenger, after all, and it wouldn't do to steal the limelight. hence why their red and gold saree is elegant but miraculously more modest than kiera usually dresses. though the unicorn horn and tail do add a certain je ne sais quoi to the overall look.

contrary to when verso first met them, their eyes are back to normal, one indigo, and their skin is a healthier color. their face in particular is pleasantly flushed with wine, even as they catch him with his own glass.]

Aw, Verso, darling, you're a red man? I suppose we all have our shortcomings... At least tell me it isn't dry!

[notthislife]

[This place is so strange. Just when he thinks he gets used to how someone looks, they show up looking like... this. All he can really do is let out an exasperated sigh on the inside, while offering a far too charming smile on the outside. At least the newest transformation has done nothing to their looks.

... Merde, it's happening again.]

Why don't you taste it and find out?

[It's a Cab Sav so. Yeah. Dry. He holds it out to her all the same.]

[cryopathy]

[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?

[notthislife]

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?

[cryopathy]

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.

hi :)

[forwander]

[Elliot isn't sure about the cake, but he Is sure about the dancing, even if he doesn't have legs. That makes the dance more serpentlike, like someone's playing a flute and expecting him to rise out of a pot. It's a shimmy for sure, but hey... he's dancing! With his husband :)

At least a simple back and forth sway and the occasional waltzy sidestep isn't too hard to do with a snake body.]

How do you feel, my love?

[forwander]

[He appreciates this strange short girl for taking photos for them.

He also appreciates the way she bowls herself down the sand and crashes into him. Little Elliot in his brain says "be careful", which Passenger does not say, instead reaching out with clawed hands to steady her before she eats more sand than she already has the next time she stumbles.]

Careful. I wouldn't want you to get injured. Perhaps you should sit down?

[forwander]

[It isn't as though Passenger minds strangers, since a stranger in this place will presumably become a friend eventually. What's a better way to meet someone than at a wedding? Probably many ways but also—

The glass being pressed into his hand does make him laugh. He hasn't had a drink yet.]

I find myself in agreement. Ah, and it's nice to meet you, by the way.

[forwander]

[the wedding cake is sufficiently offended—

Passenger will slither over for that martini, thank you very much. Although he's well aware Luca is going through a rough patch, he appreciates the other being here still, even if they don't get to talking too often. Blame that on Passenger being an introvert, really.]

This is quite good. Yet again, you're quite adaptable when it comes to mixed drinks, are you not?

[livlaughlove]

[razlo is here and now a very buff kitty. he's fairly grumpy, but at least sneaking sweets from the array of food here and there keeps him satisfied. it also gives him an excuse to conveniently run into sesa at some point.]

... Is it? I ain't ever been to a weddin' before. Dunno any'a this shit. [despite the gruff words, his tone isn't very biting. he's literally just trying to make conversation.]

[livlaughlove]

[razlo would probably not consider himself or liv very close to passenger or sesa, and definitely does not consider himself the sappy type, but he is fully aware that livio would kick his ass for skipping out on an actual happy celebration like a wedding.

so, he's here. now a hulking white weretiger, sporting his preferred mohawk, and understandably a little more grumpy and reserved than usual, but here. unless people drag him away, he hangs off to the side with his arms crossed, his leg bouncing and tail thrashing restlessly.

the only people he seeks out are the happy couple. sesa, he already spoke to. to passenger, he just gives a single nod and a gruff:] Congrats 'n shit.

[unheiring]

You could say that.

[His teeth worry his lower lip for a few moments, before he gives a shrug. As if that might somehow cast away the pervasive feeling of discomfort welling within his chest.]

I traveled quite a bit, when I was back home. Plenty of palates to learn and accommodate for. And a tavern is an easy way to earn a bit of coin without a suspicious eye being cast your way.

[notthislife]

[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?

[notthislife]

Likewise. [Verso's smile is all honey and warmth. It'd be hard to tell they were ever strangers.]

Elliot, was it? [He gives a bow, then holds out a hand. Yes, he's aware he just gave Passenger a drink to hold but listen. Manners.] Verso. The pleasure is all mine, really. I've needed something to keep my mind off of, well.

Everything.

[cryopathy]

[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!

[notsonewbie]

I - I dun need to sit down. Got a job to do! [She wiggles her camera once.]

Gotta, take some pishurs of the happy couple!

[And just for good measure, she hiccups right in his face.]

You... You look like 'im. You brothers or somethin'?

[notthislife]

[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.

[cryopathy]

[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.]

[notthislife]

[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?

[cryopathy]

[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.