[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

Comments

[slayerskiss]

You did. Feel free to say you told me so at my funeral. [She takes the drink and fiddles with the straw. Damn, this thing's big. At least she'll be well and truly drunk by the time she finishes it.

She snorts. She does wonder why they always introduce it like that, it's a bit misleading.] Technically it's just ' the slayer.' Doesn't have the same ring to it.

Less a specialty, more like they're the most common pain in the ass around. Apart from people anyway, but you're not allowed to hurt any of them under any circumstances or you're a deranged psychopath. [Huh, she didn't actually realize she was still bitter about that.] I slay all sorts of things.

[She takes a sip from the straw, a sizable one, she's not one to start with getting her feet wet. She makes a face as she pulls away, but only for a moment before it dissipates into consideration.] Holy shit, that's a lot of flavors at once.

[She still goes ahead and drinks more, though.]

[laniidae]

Slayer, witcher, hexer. I suppose they're all just different names for the same thing. The ones made to kill monsters.

[That's an interesting choice of phrasing, made to. A number of different ways one could interpret it, too, and she probably means most of them. Regardless, she finds herself a dishrag and wipes down the bartop, ever finding reasons to keep her hands moving.]

You see? It's not bad, it's just also not good.

[It is a drink with one job and that job is to knock you flat on your ass, and it is very good at its job.]

[slayerskiss]

I mean, I like chocolate, booze, fruit juice and cream. This is all of it at once, so I'm counting it as good. [Out of stubborn determination.

It's not an inaccurate way to phrase the Slayer's role either. Both she and Buffy got a thrill out of killing monsters, though Buffy was ashamed to admit it. It was a role that allowed Faith to be strong enough that nobody could treat her like dirt without regretting it. Not that that stopped them from thinking they could control her.

But it was also a responsibility, a draft into a war that could never be won, and a commitment to dying young and dying horribly. All without a single choice, a single thanks, or a single reward beyond that power. Her expressions a bit more sombre for a moment as she fiddles with the straw before she speaks up.]

Slayers are hotter. [She's certain.]

But yeah. Not an inaccurate way of putting it, honestly.

[laniidae]

Good, then tip well or else.

[She says with a brilliant smile, and without missing a beat, because at the end of the day Renfri knows what she's about and making tips is a weirdly gratifying way of validating that she's getting pretty good at this.

That said, she gives Faith a brisk once over, then shrugs, not really protesting the claim.]

Seems as though you bathe more than a witcher, too, so that puts you out ahead already. I suppose you've found plenty of work in a place like this, though, haven't you?

[slayerskiss]

Done. [...However tipping works in Trench, considering there's no money. Whatever, she'll ask later.]

Didn't realize the standards were so low, but I'll take it. And yeah, kinda. There sure are a whole lot of monsters around here. Even vampires kinda, but they're mostly benign. [She tilts her head in consideration, clicking her tongue.]

What about you? Guessing you were something before you were a bartender if you've encountered people like me, unwashed as they were.

[laniidae]

[She's amassing a lovely collection of shiny rocks, let's put it that way.]

Only mostly benign?

[That begs the question of which ones aren't, and that certainly sounds like an interesting thread of conversation to tug on and follow.]

Before this? Bandit. Before that, princess. One was a great deal more conducive to getting familiar with the ins and outs of taverns, and I'm sure you can guess which one.

[slayerskiss]

[She shrugs. Willow probably wouldn't appreciate Faith spilling the beans on Ozpin but to be fair, fuck Ozpin. And it's not like she's naming names.]

It's like any other form of corruption, probably leads to something real nasty at the end of it, but in the beginning stages you just wanna drink blood and be an evasive dickhead I guess.

[She nods at Renfri's extremely brief backstory. Yeah, that'd track.]

Well, I'm a former prophecized chosen one turned wanted criminal, so here's to losing status, I guess. [She picks up her rather large drink as if in cheers and takes a big sip from the straw.]

[laniidae]

Well, around here there's enough talk of blood this and blood that, so I suppose it's no real surprise to hear of things that drink it.

[She shrugs, then digs around for a shotglass and pours herself a little shot as well, just to join in the camaraderie.]

Cheers to that. Well? How is it? As bad as I promised?

[slayerskiss]

Even worse, I think! I already feel buzzed so I think this thing may be lethal in some way.

[She takes another sip from the straw just for emphasis.]

[laniidae]

Like I said. Digging your own grave, one sip at a time.

[She laughs, though, even as she takes her shot and then moves the empty glass off the counter, keeping the bartop clear before leaning her elbows and folded forearms atop it.]

I'm only a little jealous. It's a bad look for me to drink too much back here, so I only sneak one every once in a while, here and there.