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deercountry2022-02-12 07:11 pm
Entry tags:
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- bolin: andi,
- childe: bean,
- chuck hansen: cat,
- dean winchester: cat,
- diluc ragnvindr: samuel,
- fern: pan,
- iroh: tilt,
- lance: charley,
- mako: jordan,
- manabu yuuki: elle,
- raleigh becket: andi,
- rose dawson: argustar,
- ryan akagi: billie sue,
- savage opress: vette,
- tinya wazzo: argustar,
- varian: tf,
- wu: mads
[open] Wuko Wedding
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 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.
((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
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.

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[Rose grins conspiratorially as Wu guides her to see the purple dress. and it was every bit as horrible as Wu said] ...dear God. Does that woman even have a mirror? Or taste?
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He laughs brightly, bobbing his head ] It's a real tragedy, real sad stuff. But, hey, if she feels beautiful, that's all that matters, right? [ But, really, someone should tell her. They should really tell her. ]
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[she chuckles and steals another glance towards the purple dress] I suppose so. But I'd like to take her shopping, help her find something more flattering.
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Ex-fiance, huh? [ Wu raises his eyebrows at her, gives her a little nudge ]
You should offer! She can really do better, can't she?
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Yes. Very much ex. And very much deserving to be an ex. He was likely the worst person I'd ever had the misfortune to meet. His ego went into a room before he did. [probably the nicest description she can give of Cal. but today isn't a day to dwell on him, it should be a day for joy]
Absolutely. The cut of the dress is truly awful, it emphasizes all of the wrong things.
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Oh, boy! Oh, no. Why did you date him? He sounds horrible, and you're, you're [ Sophisticated, kind, intelligent, from what he can tell so far ] you seem like a real stand-up gal. What were you doing with a guy like that?
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[wryly] It wasn't really my choice. Mother arranged the match with him. I had no say in the matter. [and she smiles at his compliment] But he's there and I'm here. God willing, he'll never see me again.
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Oh, boy. That was probably going to be my life too, back home! I never would have gotten to marry Mako, no sir. You can date whoever you want, here! No arranged marriages or anything to stand in your way!
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Arranged marriages are terrible! I'm glad you got to escape it, too, and marry the man you truly love. And...it will take me a while to get used to the idea that I can date whomever I wish. [and time to get over Jack]