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[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 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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"I used to be," Billie shrugs as he continues eating the cake. "I was alone for a long time, then I met Tuck and Vyng."

They're his family now along with Perell, and more importantly, they're all here in Trench. It might not be an easy place to live, but there's no shortage of people he likes here, and he's determined to find more.

"I don't know them - but I guess Vyng does!"

"I have my brother," he said, and it seemed that would mean that neither of them were particularly lonely.

Savage still wasn't convinced that cake was something worthwhile eating even while watching someone clearly enjoy it. Far, far too sweet. He also realized this might have been the first time he actually watched someone eat a piece of cake rather than just occasionally glance in their direction.

"Are you Vyng's mate then? I was given the impression mates tended to venture together to watch other people become mates."

"What? No! I'm nine," Billie declares as though this should be the most obvious thing in the world. Of course Vyng's not his partner. "He's one of my dads! He's helping at the bar! Tuck should be here somewhere too, I think."

After a second, he realizes he should probably explain who Tuck is before Savage makes any other assumptions. "He's my other dad."

"Oh. It's hard to tell. Everyone is so tiny," he pointed out simply. He had general trouble aging humans since they didn't have horns or tattoos or anything. He looked towards the bar and then back at the humanling. "How did two males procreate to produce you?"

The mysteries of the universe or... cloning. He knew all about cloning in a general sense.

Billie is mostly used to people not getting his age exactly right. He's only two feet tall, but at home, where halflings were common, he was frequently mistaken for an adult. Even when he first met Tuck, the barbarian had assumed it was an adult whom he had invited to come adventuring with him, realizing they were both alone in the world. It was only later when someone pointed out that Billie was a child that he had realized his mistake.

He shrugs at the question. "I met Tuck awhile after I lost my family, and we met Vyng a little while after that. We're family now."

He found humans hard to age sometimes, and small humans even harder for him. It seemed he wasn't any better at it now than he was before arriving here. He tilted his head slightly, then he rumbled in understanding. It was a clan situation.

"So you are a clan," he murmured. "I wasn't certain humans did that often."

Billie blinks. He's not really familiar with clan being used interchangeably with family. "Is that what they call it where you're from if you're adopted?"

Savage snorted a nose from his nose. "All of the males of my people are adopted," he said simply. "And we are ordered into clans so we are raised by our Brothers."

"Just the boys?" Billie asks, tilting his head curiously. "What about the girls? Are they adopted too?"

He made a noise in his throat, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Almost indifferent. "No, females remain with their mothers."

Huh... That sounds kind of weird, but Billie's not going to judge, even if he has questions. "So the girls stay with their moms, and the boys get sent away? How come?"

That was as easy of a question as it was packed with complications. "Males have less power and thus less value."

Billie makes a face. "That doesn't sound fair!" It's not a concept he's at all accustomed to from his own world, where men and women are on equal footing for the most part.

"Life isn't about fair. It's about strength and survival," he remarked simply. He had been beaten for no more reason than failing to put his feet right. He'd killed his brother for no reason but an order to make certain the magic on him was working. Life wasn't fair, and he had learned that lesson often. "Surely you've endured hardship? Was it fair?"

Billie shrugs. Of course he's seen hardship, and encountered situations that he viewed as particularly unfair. It's not as though his life as been particularly easy, not as a faerie, and certainly not as the small boy he is now.

"Well, yeah. But that's different. This is like, discrimination!" He declares. "It's one thing for life to be hard because you... got trapped in a box for a really long time after making a bunch of frog people or something, but it's stupid for people to think you're not as important because you're a boy, or a girl, or a halfling, or an elf, or whatever! That stuff shouldn't matter!"

He snorted through his nose, and he had little time for Jedi idealism. However, kits were not to be blamed for this idealism. He suspected in some cultures that it was meant to be preserved, but on Dathomir, such fanciful ideations are likely to get a kit killed and eaten.

"You made a bunch of people frogs?" Now that was way more interesting to him than the pitfalls of his own culture. "It does matter, and females of my culture are stronger so they rule over the males." While also keeping them well separated, not that he bothered to mention that.

Clearly wherever Savage is from is way different from the Principalities Billie called home before Trench. The idea of being ruled over by someone based on their gender is a strange one to him.

"No, I didn't. I don't know how to do anything like that." Not for lack of trying on Perell's part, but Billie doesn't have much of an interest in learning magic. His comes to him naturally, and he's never cared to learn to harness it. He's not much of a student, really.

"It's not like that in my world - we've got, like, towns, and mayors and stuff - and the elves have, like, royal families," he shrugs a little. "And Makaal's got a bunch of religious people in charge, but no one's stronger just because they're a boy or a girl."

"So what do you do?" Aside from eat cake that was. Even humanlings should have a skill at this age, right? Maybe it didn't work that way, but where he was from, if one didn't have some useful contribution then they would find life even harder.

"Sounds like human worlds," he remarked. Republics and all that. Dathomir was far more tribal. "What makes the people stronger in those cultures?"

"We were adventurers back home - me, and my family," Billie answers with a shrug. He's not really sure how much detail he ought to give, but he at least generally tries to keep his thieving skills quiet at least. "So we did all kinds of things. It depends on what people wanted to hire us for."

He shrugs a little at the second question. "There's lots of humans in my world - and halflings, and elves, and wizards, and demons, and all kinds of other people too. If someone gets held back because of something dumb like whether they're a boy or a girl, though, then maybe someone is getting held back that could be really strong or something."

"So you were mercenaries," he reflected. Allegiances for no one, willing to take on most jobs if the credits were high enough and usually no long-term goals. At least that's how mercenaries operated in his galaxy, so he assumed there would probably be some cross over between universes.

"Races are held back and ostracized by the others all the time as well," he said simply. "The Sisters have more power, so they have the ability to rule over us." It was just the way that things operated on Dathomir, and while he hated it, he still accepted it.

"I guess?" Probably typically a little less violence typically than most mercenaries, but the idea is still the same. It's not a term that gets commonly used in the Principalities, so Billie figures it's probably more of a thing where Savage is from.

He makes a face. "Yeah, but maybe you could learn so they didn't have more power."

Then again, maybe Savage doesn't want to learn magic - after all, Perell has tried plenty of times to teach Billie, and he doesn't have enough interest to learn. Besides, it's boring.

"I did learn, but any resistance on my part would earn me death. And in the end, it won't matter because as much as I hate them, they are still my kin." It was important to be part of such kin, even if it was a cruel life. He couldn't explain it, since it was a fact that he had grown up with since the moment he had been born.

He was independent, but a large part of him would always be tied to Dathomir and the Nightkin no matter how far away he went.

"It also doesn't matter because the Sisters were all but wiped out by the war."

Billie doesn't hold the same loyalties to the halflings as Savage does to his people, so he can't even pretend to understand why that matters.

"They sound kind of mean. I would've left," he answers. He did, after a time. He was exiled initially, and lived on the outskirts of halfling society, maintaining very few friends. "I guess it doesn't matter if they're gone now."

"There are only two ways to leave: death or being sent away by an elder or Nightsister." That's the way it was and he knew most Brothers would prefer one over the other. Sometimes when one was denied so much, they would crave any sort of recognition, even what most would consider a bad kind.

"No, it doesn't matter. Everyone has this place now," he remarked with a roll of his shoulders. And some where definitely getting into living here.

Savage isn't wrong. They all have Trench now, and as long as his family's here, Billie is content enough to make this his home. "Yeah. It's not so bad here, I guess. I mean, it's a little weird, but it's okay."

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