[open] Wuko Wedding

[arclightning]

Who: Mako, Wu, and you!
What: GETTING MARRIED
When: February 20th
Where: The beach, through the city, at the Raccoon Room in Cellar Door.

Content Warnings: An inordinate amount of fluff, potentially event happenings.

The Wedding

It's not a normal wedding. There's no officiant, they're not standing up in front of a bunch of people to declare their love: this is a Trench wedding, based on Mako and Wu's shared traditions, inventing some new ones.

The ceremony itself is a procession, from the beach to the Raccoon Room. It starts with just the two of them, at a flower arch on the beach, their hands clasped together, each in a gold suit with red and green accents on the collar and as piping down the front. They walk together along a flower strewn path, talking quietly with one another, sharing small, nervous smiles.

If you are close to the couple, you recieved a red envelope, delivered either by raccoon or small dragon, a few days before the wedding, inviting you to the ceremony. The small crowd gathers outside the Raccoon Room, where the threshold is decked out in red roses. The couple stands in the doorway, saying their vows, and pressing a blood-and-ash covered hand to the other's cheek.

While the ceremony is private, the reception isn't. Invites have gone out to basically the entire city, via Wu's post, so it's a pretty public event. Maybe you're coming because you saw that post. Maybe you're coming because you're involved somehow, maybe you just see a flower-and-light-filled party and decide to drop in. Everyone is welcome. After all, this is Trench, and everyone could be dead tomorrow, so why not celebrate something good while you have the chance? Come in, dance to music from different worlds, eat cake and noodles and dumplings, celebrate a little moment of happiness while you can. The party's going all night, and the couple making their solemn, slightly-bloody vows to each other are only the excuse for it.

The Party

Naturally, since this is Mako and Wu's wedding, it's at the Raccoon Room, decked out even more grandly than it was for its opening. Roses adorn every surface and drop from the ceiling in strings, perfuming the air. Scattered between them are red-and-gold lanterns, casting a dim, inviting light onto velvet hangings. Lining the walls are tables full of food and drinks. Everyone can't fit into this little venue, so Wu has also set up a draping tent outside, full of burning braziers of coal to keep the chill away. The doors are wide open to let the music from inside out: it's just the party, continued! Renfri can be found behind the bar, dishing up custom drinks.

The Music

Chicken Choice Judy, or Ryan Akagi and Min-Gi Park, make their Trench debut on the stage of the Raccoon Room, playing an eclectic mix of original music, 80s hits, current pop, and classical piano music. They begin with a slowed-down version of Lil Nas X's Montero, ease into an upbeat version of That's What I Want, and things take off from there. Maybe give them requests? They might play some of your favorite dance songs! This is a party for everyone, after all. A big space in front of the stage has been cleared for dancing, and the music will be going all night.

The Couple

After the more private ceremony (with only close friends and loved ones, for Mako's peace of mind) Mako and Wu are as available as any couple at their wedding, which is to say, not terribly. With new dark handprints from the ceremony on their faces—really, more on their necks, because Wu wouldn't stand for a giant handprint ruining his look—they can be found chatting with friends, huddled together whispering, or dancing together. They'll try to mingle as much as they can, but they're in pretty high demand tonight!

((ooc: Make top-levels to your hearts' content, mingle, have a good time! This is a Trench party and it's open to everyone! Wuko image credit)) © tessisamess

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Savage Opress / Star Wars / OTA

[opress]

Procession

Savage wasn't actually invited to the ceremony, so he wasn't in it proper. However, he'd never seen a human mating ritual before, also called a wedding. He knew there were plenty of names for it, but he remained at a distance and watched as the couple with a small group made their way from the beach up to where the ceremony was taking place.

Being extremely tall had advantages and disadvantages. He could pretty much see the whole walk and even lean as he watched in a window. He remained outside for the ceremony part, just observing because that seemed like Wu wouldn't pitch too much of a fit about, and he was very curious.

Humans could be so tame sometimes. It was strange to see actual love on people's faces. He thought it made them look both radiant and ugly at the same time. Their faces did that thing where it screwed up like they might laugh and cry simultaneously. Zabrak where he was from... well, positive emotion was left out of all ceremonies.

Party

He was a wall flower for the most part, the biggest and most stubborn of flowers. He had at least cleaned his armour before coming, which was more than he could say he would do for any other ceremony. He stood against the wall or in a corner mostly, using his superior height to watch the party go into full swing.

Most of the time, his mismatched arms were crossed over his chest, but his eyes followed any and all interesting motions. People had strange motions of their bodies for dancing, some good, some really not. And the drunker people became, the worse their movements became, which really just made humans even more noodle-like.

At one point, Savage held a small plate of wedding cake in hand and was staring at it like it might actually poison him. He'd never eaten cake before, and if he thought sugar cookies were an adventure, spongey sweet smelling cake with its sweet frosting might just be enough to break his nerve. He looked like he might use some nearby table space to hide it. Was that rude?

Trouble in Paradise

Wu had been very specific about no fighting at the venue. The groom had also been wise enough to give Savage a job to do about dealing with those that were getting too rowdy or were crashing the party. He'd endured enough Deathwatch celebrations to know some of what rowdy would look like at a 'civilized' party. It was different from Outer Rim parties that were mostly shoot-outs, so he based his assessment of inappropriate behaviour on the military-style extremists instead.

If anyone was making a big scene, Savage would stalk his way over, sliding through the crowd because really, who was going to stop him? He was 7'2", built like he could break someone in half and had horns. People tended to move out of his way.

The offending person would get a glare from him and a "quiet down" or "stop acting like
a kit" or "if you want a fight, we'll go outside". Anyone that was a repeat offender or actually starting a fight would be set up for being physically removed from the venue.

Party Trouble

[strikefirster]

[Savage might hear some cheers and jeers coming from one crowded table at the party. It looks like some people were leaving with scowls on their faces and holding their aching wrists.

When his towering form gets a look at what's going on he'll find Johnny sitting at a table with a few beers and a mess of crushed peanuts. His elbow planted firmly on the middle of it.]

Alright- Which one of you punks is next.

I can do this all night- Or at least until I get a few more into me.

[opress]

[He moved over to make certain that this was just human fun and not anything that would require intervention. No, it seemed to be arm wrestling and drinking. That was something he could actually appreciate, since proof of strength was basically the basis of life on Dathomir.

He recognized this human more by voice than appearance. This was clearly the one his brother had killed, and he had thought to kill and eat - apparently a societal no-no but whatever.

People gave him a wide berth but also a clear path to the seat a human had just vacated. He stepped forward and eased himself into the seat, which creaked ominously.]

Rules?

[He assumed those were different on every planet.]

[strikefirster]

[It didn't take Johnny long to put together who Savage was. Mostly because he had already run into Maul, similar features with a different colour pallet didn't helped out. He gives a grin when Savage plops himself down in front of him. He didn't like either of the brothers but he could appreciate a contest of strength.]

No weird powers. Just your own physical strength. And it's a wedding so I guess we shouldn't spill any blood.

Other than that just whoever can over power the other and push their arm against the table.

Think you can manage that?

[opress]

[He hadn't planned on using any power aside from the physical body. He was massive as it was, and he had his doubts that anyone could beat him but a select few. He shifted to flex his right hand, which was his flesh one. He would keep the mechanical one as support only.

At least the human wasn't being as mouthy as their previous conversations. Not yet anyway. He shifted his weight on the chair to be comfortable, shoving himself back so he had more room for his long torso to lean forward.]

I'll won't rip your arm off then.

[He set his right elbow on the table and held up his hand for Johnny to take.]

If you win, I'll take a drink. If I win, you take a drink. [He expected they might have multiple rounds, especially as a few more ceremony goers had come to watch curiously.]

[strikefirster]

[Savage did have a pretty impressive form. If Johnny was the type to feel intimidated he might have been a bit more wary about this. But as it stood he was just excited at the prospect of a challenge. Despite his attitude he was capable of taking a few types of situations seriously, a test of skills was one of those things.]

I'll make sure to do the same.

[Not that he could rip off Savages arm but it seemed fair to say that. He gets into position and takes a hold of Savage's hand. He's got a pretty good grip but is certainly just a normal human.]

Deal. May the best man win.

[And with that he takes a breath and when Savage is ready he starts pushing against his arm.]

[opress]

[Savage grinned at the sheer idea of a human being capable of ripping his arm off. He expected strained muscles and tendons at worse, but he had handled himself very well when competing in such trials of strength with the Deathwatch Mandalorians. It had been one of the few times they had all gotten along, and he'd earned himself some credits all his own.

His fingers flexed as they settled into their position. He would give that this human had a strong grip and was muscled enough to be somewhat of a challenge. The problem was that Savage's very physiology was designed for feats of strength and that was before Mother Talzin's enhancements.

When the go-ahead was called from someone nearby, his arm strained against the push of Johnny's one. He held them both at the upright position before he began to apply his strength with the full intention of slamming that arm down on the table.]

Re: Savage Opress / Star Wars / OTA

[wapples]

Billie is just having the greatest time. He's always enjoyed parties, and this one is far different from anything he can remember attending before. Everything is just so fancy! Everyone looks like they're having such a good time, and there is so much good food too.

Except for Savage, who looks like he's mystified by the idea of cake and is plainly looking to ditch it.

So Billie heads on over and peers up at him with big, round eyes. "You should try it, it's really good!"

[opress]

It wasn't difficult to be discrete at a party full of milling people. There were plenty of spaces one could ditch a plate, accidental or intentional. At this later stage of the evening, it should be even easier. Most people were dancing, drinking or chatting with each other.

He was just putting the plate of untouched cake on the table and about to walk away when a kit wearing another creature showed up. He tipped his head to stare down at the human kit and flared his nostrils.

"You've eaten a piece of it already?"

[wapples]

Billie nods his little head. "Yeah! It's really good - it's sweet, kind of like a really soft cookie."

In other words, tall man, you should absolutely try the cake.

[opress]

He wrinkled his nose, not particularly impressed by the description. Then he held out the plate with cake to the little kit. "You can have it," he said without humor.

[wapples]

Billie accepts the plate happily. He's not one to turn down free cake! Clearly Savage is not much of a sweets person, which is just weird, but whatever. Still, he hesitates a moment, and looks up at him. "How come you don't want it?"

[opress]

Well, at least someone was overjoyed to eat sweet treats. He half expected the cake to be gobbled down quickly, so he peered at the small kit. "I don't think there's enough meat in there for my liking."

[wapples]

Oh. He only eats meat. That explains a lot. Or maybe he just mostly eats meat. The boy digs into the cake. "Isn't it hard to find meat around here? It's mostly mushrooms and stuff, isn't it?"

It's fine, mushrooms are good too.

[opress]

Savage looked around at the party goers and then shrugged his shoulders. "Not particularly. I hunt for my food." He had never relied much on hand-outs before, though it was necessary when traveling through space sometimes.

"Mushrooms are good as well." He liked them and Trench had plenty.

[wapples]

"Yeah, the mushrooms are good. You can make really good gravy with them too. What do you hunt?" Billie asks curiously as he eats the cake. Something occurs him, though. "Hey! You don't hunt ducks, do you?"

He's only met Duck the once, but he is still worried about her. This guy better not be hunting her!

Party

[azurestar]

When Savage's feet come by the far table that he's decided to sit under, Lance stares at the size of them. Then he picks up on the emotion coming off of the big man and it has him poking his head out to look up at him as he contemplates what to do with that cake. He looks like he wants to set it on fire or is trying to look for a moment when nobody is looking to set it on this table that's far away from the party.

And he recognizes Savage, but corruption has started to mess with his memory. He's also wearing a leather patch over his left eye and his skin is ashy and off. When he speaks, two fangs on either side of his mouth at the top and bottom (total 8) can be seen.

"Trash's down this way."

[opress]

Savage had found an appropriate table where empty drink glasses and some empty plates or half filled plates had been set. He supposed it was organized, but even better, it was an excellent place to slip his piece of cake without anyone potentially realizing it was he who had not eaten it.

He took a step back so he could look down when he saw a head poking out from under the table. What a gastly looking human that was, all fanged and gray-skinned. He narrowed his eyes and then slowly eased his way into a crouch so he could investigate a little more thoroughly if this was a trouble situation. He'd been given leave to throw trouble out.

"What are you doing sitting under a table?" No way he could fit under there.

[azurestar]

Where… does he know this guy? Obviously he's related to Maul, his memory isn't so far gone that he's forgotten that asshole. When Savage gets to his level he pulls his head back under the table and he's just sort of sitting under there like a tired child. He shrugs.

"Needed a break… you look really familiar."

[opress]

No one had issue with forgetting his brother; Maul was a staple of this place and often drew considerable attention. Savage took no offense when everyone's immediate connection with his appearance was that of Maul.

He kept holding up the tablecloth with one hand and then offered the cake slice on the plate to Lance with the other. "You sniffed my blood and felt funny once," he said nonchalantly. "Do you want cake? Or are you currently experiencing signs of food poisoning and that's why your skin is that gray hue?"

[azurestar]

Lance eyes the cake with a bit of a queasy look, but accepts it anyway because he feels like you don't exactly say 'no' to a guy that big. He just holds it in his hands over his lap, though.

"Right… I think I remember that now. Kinda…" his voice is dull and his eyes go placid and distant. From under his eyepatch, a black scar spreads down his cheek and up to his hair line, skin splitting open in real time as he thinks back. Underneath is ashy skin layer is revealed a dark nebula, like space itself is writhing and alive under the surface. Then he looks back down at the cake, stares blankly at it like he doesn't understand what it is and robotically answers the question: "No… corruption… pretty sure."

[opress]

Now he didn't have to feel like he should flee as the cake had been given a new home and thus it was no longer his problem. That Lance might look about to vomit everywhere didn't matter as the cake had been accepted. Now he wasn't being 'rude' or whatever it might be called at a ceremony like this.

"You're losing your memory because of corruption," he stated, looking for a touch of clarification on that subject. Did that happen? He looked around, noting that no one was paying much attention to them. So he shifted from his crouch to sitting on the floor, tossing the edge of the tablecloth up so he didn't have to hold it up anymore. "Are you trying to pull yourself back from corruption or just letting it run its course?"

[azurestar]

It takes him a moment to process words, and then he nods with that vacant thousand yard stare still in place. Yes, he's struggling with his memory probably because corruption, but, "…I've had holes in it for… awhile."

Then he tries to think through the second question, his visible eye closing with a furrow of his brows. It's clear that he's trying hard, focusing hard on pulling himself back to the moment, to focus and not let the hollow void in his chest cavity win out. "I… I'm just trying not to… let it win."

[opress]

There was nothing that Savage could do about holes in one's memory, and it wasn't as if he knew this human enough to make any attempt to jog it. He doubted he would try even if he knew how. "You perhaps require a brain scan." He doubted they had those here, and droids were distinctly lacking as well.

He was getting the impression that Lance was nothing like the human he had met in the fighting rings. Far less vibrancy. "If you're under a table at a mating ceremony, you might be failing in that. You should get fresh air."

[azurestar]

For some reason, that suggestion of a brain scan has Lance letting out a burst of laughter, like it's a joke. A joke only he gets. And it's hollow, muted laughter, but laughter all the same and the wide cracking on his face recedes slightly. Very slightly. "Yeah, I probably do, huh…"

Then he snorts when Savage calls it a 'mating ceremony', that's also pretty funny, though it doesn't have the same power over his corruption. Because the rest of what Savage said is… painfully true. He settles back into a bit of glassy staring for a minute, then glances down at his lap.

"…There're people outside too…"