[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

[laniidae]

[The thing is, Renfri likes Mako, because liking a person and rolling your eyes every time they turn their back are not mutually exclusive things. Even though their acquaintance may have started from a shared connection to Wu rather than anything directly, that just means they've had one thing in common from the get-go, and plenty of room to build on from there.

The fact that he's smiling like that, though, does give her a quick moment of passing foreboding, until she figures out that no, it's just because he's actually happy, and not because he's about to end her whole career or something. Probably.]

Well, you couldn't very well be back here handling things at your own wedding, could you? Don't worry about me. Even if I'm working, it's...still just nice to be here.

[He really does look good. And happy. And — he should, frankly. Renfri hasn't always been in the business of being happy for other people about things, but honestly if anyone deserves a good night, it's Wu and Mako.]

I don't suppose you've invited any debonair, unattached lordlings I can prey on during my breaks, have you? Point them out if you have.

[SHE'S KIDDING. probably.]

[arclightning]

[ It's the gold suit that Wu had custom-made for him, probably, or the glow around him that Wu picked him, and picked him again, and then glued himself to Mako's side for more or less eternity, depending on how aging actually works in this place. Who knows, maybe they really will be old and gray together. It's the kind of stable ground Mako had learned to stop hoping for, forming itself under his feet no matter how many times he messes up.

There is still a small part of him, cynical and biting like a feral raccooncat, sure that it will be ripped away at any moment, telling him not to trust any kind of easy happiness.

That part, at least tonight, is quiet. There's ease and happiness in the long lines of Mako's body as he leans on the bar and obliges Renfri, scanning over the growing crowd. ]

I don't know about lordlings, definitely not debonair.

[ They know single people, right?

Well. Mako snorts. ] There's my brother, but he's definitely not a lordling, and I'm mostly kidding. You are his type. I don't know if that's a good thing.

[laniidae]

You'd really sic me on your own brother? That's definitely not a good thing.

[She says, good-naturedly, as she automatically builds him a drink without being asked because hey, if you're going to hang out at the bar, you might as well be doing it with a drink in your hand. It's one of the Fire ones, because she can pick up on a theme when she sees it.]

Which one is he? Point him out and I'll make sure I make time to say hello.

[arclightning]

He's the one who looks like me.

[ Mako says dryly, watching her work with a professional interest. Honestly, he hasn't even been doing it for that long, and had to be taught by someone back in Deerington. He's just also a secret perfectionist nerd who found a bunch of books on how to make good cocktails and studied them like a professional student for a while.

Renfri's got flair, though, he has to give her that.

Maybe too much? She makes a good point about Bolin. Mako's mouth twists a bit into something like a smile. ]

But if your intentions are something fun and easy, leave him alone. He's a really good guy, but he gets in over his head.