open | 'til death do us part

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Loki, Lexie, and everyone whose situational cost-benefit analyses came up benefit somehow (or got ignored)
WHAT: the dubiously legitimate wedding of Lord Loki of House Asgard and Lady Alexandrie de la Fontaine and some totally unpredictable fallout
WHEN: Pre Elf Times
WHERE: Hightown
NOTES: Questions? Find us! (Loki: hikuswing, Lexie: shaestorms)

Post-fight part of the log in a couple of days! ♥

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we're all fashionably late

[coquettish_trees]

Alexandrie breathes, straightens, and then moves to take Loki's arm with every iota of gentility she can muster, managing a veneer of calm certitude that implies everything is entirely under control despite her own nervous adrenaline, the evidence of generalized chaos still remaining in the room, and the abrupt trade of Priest for Dalish Keeper. She pitches her voice to the room.

"Let us make sure our guests are seen to—and our 'guests' secured—and then... we shall."



[ooc: timeskip to outside though? :3 She's just doing image control inasmuch as that's... even... possible.]