At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday
Jun. 30th, 2019 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vdistinctiveThe colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.
Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.
A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.
Looks like it was time to begin.
[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-06-30 08:48 pm (UTC)Even the fact that the last wedding she'd been to had turned into a giant massacre and having to be on the run from the law until the incarceration of her grandfather and the complete invasion of the Earth couldn't kill the fact that she just fucking loved weddings, okay?
And it was a Fandom wedding, so she was pretty sure some weird shit might still go down, but, come on, not that weird.
Hopefully.
Re: The Reception
Date: 2019-07-01 02:13 am (UTC)Might only barely know each other, but Fandom was still a small enough island that faces were recognizable. "Thanks for comin'."