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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 18, 2009 18:57:35 GMT -8
The day was still young when Pip finally managed to get his kilt to fit right. As Best Man of Deimos' and Moira's second wedding, (to each other) he had taken great pains to be generally lazy and take credit for everything everyone else did. Because that was the job of the Best Man; to direct others in their work while things were going well and to point fingers when the proceedings were going down the toilet That, and fainting at the altar, but wouldn't have time for that; he had to take off his shirt and dance the sword dance during the "I do" part of the ceremony. And later, he would ride his horse through the dancers.
He had to admit, even after all his support of the garments, walking around in something that felt very much like a skirt was way weird. Not that kilts were skirts, of course. And just to everyone knew, he was wearing his black and silver basketball shorts underneath. He wore a black leather Sporran around his waist, with feathers, rather than a porch and he had his Gaelic Claymore hanging from its sheath at his side. You never knew when violence might break out at a wedding and just in case it did, he needed to be ready to join in. His shirt was white, one of the many button-down white ones he owned and a black vest over that. Oh, and it was sort of hard to miss the long, dark green cloak over his shoulders, which wasn't quite the Scottish toga. Let's just say it was a symbol of his British heritage, okay?
Pushing his glasses further up on his nose, he began to put long strands of alfalfa in the flower arrangements. That way, hopefully it would look as if Farmboy had left his mark...on everything.
(YOU'RE ALL INVITED!!! COME TO THE PERVERTED, MESSED UP WEDDING!!! WWWWOOOOOO!!!!)
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Post by Seth Rowan on Oct 18, 2009 19:10:44 GMT -8
Aden frowned and plucked at the sleeveless green dressed she'd been made to wear. Moira had decided that since she had to wear a dress then Aden, as the maid of honor, must wear one as well. Thankfully she'd been allowed to wear a long knife at her hip, which made her feel awesome since she couldn't carry weapons around normally. She finally sighed and trudged out to where Pip was rearranging the floral arrangements, yet again.
"Seriously Pip, alfalfa? Couldn't it have been wild flowers?" She teased, crossing her arms and leaning against the table next to him with a playful smirk.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Oct 18, 2009 19:34:51 GMT -8
Picking up the hem of her sleevless blue dress, Chesi walked slowly looking down at the ground as she tried not to trip over anything, something which she had made a habit of doing lately. Looking up as she flicked a particular piece of hair out of her eyes that had escaped her loosely done bun as she heard Aden talk to Pip about the flower arrangements which she saw him placing together.
Walking towards the two she smiled as she stood next to Aden and looked at Pip and said in a laughing matter, "I'm sorry mate, but I'm gonna have to agree with Aden on this one."
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 18, 2009 19:37:40 GMT -8
"Hey!" Called the already-hyper Pip, looking up to see his girlfriend, leaning against a nearby table and smirking at him. He noted that she was wearing a dress, (how unusual) but that it was green, the color associated with him and his favorite color of the past year and that she had a totally hot fighting knife at her side. However, as soon as he heard the words come out of her mouth, he rolled his eyes and sighed.
"No! No wildflowers!" He insisted, "They're too weddingingy. And besides, the hay is nothing compared to what I've got planned...singing, dancing, running around shirtless for awhile, drunken-ness and..." He paused, as his hand met the ring in his pocket, "...well, let's just say this won't be like any other wedding you've been too. Unless you've been proposed to by the groom, which you probably have." He added, as a second thought, scowling a bit.
He raised a hand in greeting to wave at Chesi, "Hello, my friend from the Land Down Under. You lay a finger on my hay and I'll set my goat on you." And then to show there were no hard feelings, he titled his head to the side and smiled charmingly.
"And my love?" He called to Aden. "If you remove my strategically-placed alfalfa, I will personally throw you in the stocks for an hour. Now help me..." And, with a grunt, he pulled out a bag of grain, lifted it onto his shoulder while he carried it to the center of the room (because he could really do that, thank you very much) and opened it upon setting it down, "...spread this all over the floor?"
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Oct 18, 2009 19:40:49 GMT -8
She knew she wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the proceedings, oh, no, she wasn't. But honestly, Moira didn't care. It was her second wedding, anyways, she was already married, so she could afford to flaunt custom and tradition. She was already doing so, anyways, what with the bagpipes being played rather than the wedding march and her best man (Deimos didn't have a best man, not right now he didn't) in a kilt.
But honestly, she couldn't help it. Spying was in her blood, and spying on her wedding appealed to her tastes like apples did to horses; and she always relished the chance to spy on her afore mentioned best man and her one and only twin sister. It was like watching a soap opera, except without the tv.
The bride/bride-to-be giggled suddenly for no apparent reason, except maybe because she had random thoughts going through her head. Oh, maybe she was a tad tipsy, but that was okay. She'd eaten a box of Lucky Charms earlier, and then had gone on to sample the whiskey wares - which were, by the way, quite wonderful, if she didn't say so herself.
"And I do, I do," the girl chortled
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Oct 18, 2009 19:50:14 GMT -8
She did not want to be here under any conditions. She liked to avoid all weddings. The only wedding she actually wanted to attend was the one she'd planned for her best friend, but that was understandable, however, this was not understandable at all, cause she still didn't really know what was going on. So she huddled in a corner, blonde hair falling over her face, wrapped up in a velvet cloak she saved only for special occasions.
Amri stood in front of her. She was very glad of that. He could kill people very well, and she had a feeling she'd need that tonight. And it also meant she wouldn't have to get up if she wanted food. Yes, it meant lots of good things, such as blocking her view from her crazy brother wearing a kilt. That, she was very glad of, for she had no wish to see that.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Oct 18, 2009 19:51:14 GMT -8
Aden glanced around, she could have sworn she heard Moira. She saw her peeking around the corner and made a face at her before following Pip.
"Hey Ches. And no Farmboy, I don't think I will help. I like watching you sweat." She replied, flirting shamelessly with her boyfriend as she settled herself on a seat and continued to smirk at him. Even the kilt, an accoutrement she'd never really liked, didn't look so bad when he was wearing it. She stretched in a taunting way and yawned, motioning for Chesi to make herself comfortable.
"let's watch Goatboy work shall we?" She suggested.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Oct 18, 2009 19:51:23 GMT -8
"I can assure I won't be doing that," Laughing lightly Chesi dropped the hem of her dress so it now touched the ground as she watched Pip move a bag of grain and started spreading it over the floor and looking to Aden beside her she said, "Hey," and taking Aden's suggestion sat down next to her. Then said to Aden," That's sound like a wonderful idea I think, "before asking pip who was spreading the grain on the floor, "And may I ask is the grain for?" Raising an eyebrow as she watched her arms crossed under her chest as she sat comfortably.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 18, 2009 20:14:22 GMT -8
"Yeah, yeah. Nice try, Penelope," He grinned, "but the shirt ain't coming off till the bit about 'speak now or forever hold your..' never mind." He shot back, his witty retort lessened somewhat by his choice to omit the bathroom humor he had his brother had come up with a long time ago.
"That's no one way to treat a prince, honey." He pouted, taking out a handful of grain and strewing it about. "It's to liven things up." he supplied, in answer to Chesi's question. He took out another handful, then another, then sighed. This was going to take forever without the help of the woman he was going to ask to marry him in a few hours time. This marriage hadn't even started and it was already screwed. But then, that was the way he liked it. It was then that he felt eyes on his back, or more precisely, down lower. He spun 'round.
"Whadda ya looking--oh," He grinned nefariously and he lifted his kilt up a bit up his thigh, like a woman lifting her skirt in a nightclub. However, his motion was more mocking than teasing and it showed and the stupid look on his youthful face. He wanted to say something in Scottish Gaelic, but seeing as he only knew a few words by heart, he said, "Hola, seniorita bonita. Como estas?"
It was then that his sister arrived.
"Yules!" He called, waving at his younger siblings and her pet manwhore, "Aren't you marrying the 'happy' couple?"
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Post by Yuliya Dukhkin' on Oct 18, 2009 20:22:43 GMT -8
Yuliya looked up...Pippin was addressing her. Lately, that had never been a good thing. She supposed she should stand up and converse, though she didn't really feel like it. She was fine with staring at the corner until she was needed and then she would leave QUICKLY. But alas, things never went her way, did they?
So she stood up and went past Amri, wondering as she did so if she could just hide behind him more. He was very useful for that. He was short, but just barely taller than her, so it worked. "Yes...I's marrying them..." she said warily, looking right and left and taking a step back so she was by Amri. |
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Oct 18, 2009 20:44:30 GMT -8
Sitting back in her chair, Chesi rearranged her dress as she sat and crossing her left leg over her right she sighed as she placed her hands in her lap. Threading her fingers together then undoing that she looked behind her towards we Yules was standing next to Amri.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 19, 2009 9:13:10 GMT -8
Cea came rushing through the doors, her dirty blonde hair messy and her rather plain light green dress slightly wrinkled. She frantically brought her fingers through her hair to fix it, and brushed down her dress, but despite all this she had a wide, happy grin on her face, her braces shining brightly. "Sorry I'm late!" She stage whispered to anyone paying attention to her as she looked around for a seat, still grinning sheepishly. "I totally forgot that my slave was getting married today! Guess I'll have to save someone else's life and make them my slave..." She muttered the last part to herself as she moved towards an empty seat before Yules, before pausing as she realized Amri was sitting next to Yules, looking very intimidating. She hesitated and changed course, instead going over to sit by Chesi (if the seat is free xD) "Hey," She whispered to her, still grinning brightly. "It hasn't started without me, right?" She asked, oblivious to the fact that all she had to do was look up front and see that her Slave was not standing there in a white dress to realize that it had, in fact, not started yet.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Oct 19, 2009 14:24:53 GMT -8
Aden rolled her eyes and stood, straightening her dress before sauntering over to Pip. There she picked up a handful of grain, grabbed the front of his shirt, and dropped it down it.
"Cea, you can be an idiot sometimes." She said to her Twin's Slave, flicking what was left in her hand in the other girl's direction. She grinned and waved at Yules before having an idea. She grabbed a handful of hay, making a sort of brush out of it and kicked over the bag of grain before proceeding to spread it all over with the hay.
"Try it like this dimwit." She told Pip teasingly, sicking her tongue out at him for a moment.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Oct 20, 2009 4:38:45 GMT -8
Drat, she'd been spotted...intentionally, of course, Moira decided. It was all part of her Master Plan, and so it was alright. Besides, traditions, shmaditions. This was the new age!
"Hola, Guttermind, esta feliz, y tu?" the radiant bride muttered, her hazel eyes keeping a close watch on her ex-husband's kilt. They were divorced, of course, but still, it didn't hurt that they were still friends. And he was inviting her to look - he was fully aware of what she plus kilts equalled.
Thankfully, Moira was more interested in her own kilt-toting fiend. Of whom hadn't arrived. Dammit - he was tail-chasing again. The thought brought a frown to her face, until she remembered that her man could cook. That made up for it all, she decided with a new smile.
Frick, she wanted to socialize! But Moira got the feeling that if she did, the wedding would never start, and then she and her beloved darling hubby-wubby Tommy-Wommy would never have their second marriage.
Ah, she still remembered the day he'd proposed to her. He'd walked up to her, and said,"We're getting hitched." and then he'd tossed her a ring. It was such a pretty ring, too.
Smiling with the memory, Moira retreated, though hopefully not for long.
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Post by Delilah Delaqua on Oct 21, 2009 17:05:36 GMT -8
Looking at Cea beside (the seats free XD)her Chesi smiled and said, "it's alright, it's nowhere near a starting point yet." Grinning back she looked over towards where Aden was showing pip a better way of spreaidng the grain, grinning at how they playfully flirted she then looked down at her hands interlocked in her lap.
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