( OPEN ) | something borrowed, something blue

[indissection]

WHO: Byerly, Sidony and guests (everyone is invited)
WHAT: The best sham of a wedding Thedas has ever seen
WHEN: Now
WHERE: the Toad and Flagon
NOTES: The Best Wedding Ever ft. a kidnapping

You are hereby invited to the wedding of Byerly Rutyer and Sidony Celogera Allegra Venaras. The venue is not quiet nor is it beautiful; the gambling hall is loud and intense, with all kinds of smells and dirtiness to carry along with the strangeness of their wedding. There’s some attempt at draping, some attempt at making it look as though some kind of party is taking place here, but it certainly doesn’t look like there’s going to be a wedding at all. It’s hastily done, hastily put together, but at least it’s something, which is better than nothing. There’s about an hour until the wedding is due to start and both the bride and groom are getting ready - whatever that means to the two of them. Food is not provided. There are no drinks bought. There's a table for gifts to one side, with a little plaque with their names on. Prostitutes and gamblers wander between the aisles and chairs, laughing and making jokes with one another, completely avoiding setting the scene of a proper wedding.

Comments

[murderbaby]

"I assume you're not the bride, then," Mhavos says dryly. Which is rude, honestly, but rude is something he's allowed to occasionally be, so why not.

"I think the groom expected a great deal of things, many of which he will not receive, from the sound of it. In that light, I believe gift-giving is a personal choice."

[tender]

The rudeness angle doesn't register immediately. Derrica's halfway through shaking her head in answer before it sinks in and she frowns slightly, reproachful, but lets it pass without comment.

"I don't know either of them. I've heard him on the crystal before, but he seemed..."

Derrica trails off, failing to come up with a polite descriptor. Giving up on it, she shrugs.

"He wanted money, in the end." Derrica does not sound as if she thinks highly of that preference. "Is that what you got them?"

[murderbaby]

"Don't we all?" He shrugs. Mhavos doesn't quite understand why everyone is so derogatory toward the groom, but then, he's sure if it's a just judgement he'll understand eventually. It just rankles, being out of the loop, even slightly.

He looks at the gift under his arm. "Yes. A book. The only sort of gift I'm qualified to give, I'm afraid."

He dips his head slightly, and offers a hand. "Mhavos Dalat, a pleasure. I'm rather new to this... organization."

[tender]

"Derrica," She tells him as she takes his hand. "I only arrived here last month."

And she still hasn't really gotten the hang of anything. Worse, she suspects she was less than helpful during the journey to the Arbor Wilds, though no one has said as much to her.

"There were etiquette classes then, so I think you're slightly better off with a strange wedding."

Even by Derrica's extremely low standards, this seems to qualify as a strange gathering.

"It's easier to know people when they aren't extremely resentful of being required to participate in something."

[murderbaby]

"Were we forced?" Mhavos says, head tilting slightly. "I was under the impression the invitation was open, but not mandatory. Then again, I'm even newer than you; I don't know all the social morays quite yet."

[tender]

"The wedding isn't mandatory. The etiquette lessons last month were."

Derrica lifts a shoulder, half a shrug. She's been here long enough to know that Riftwatch does what it does and certain things probably aren't worth questioning.

"If this wedding weren't so sudden I'd have thought they were trying to prepare us to behave properly at this service."

[murderbaby]

Mhavos allows an annoyed groan. "I'm rather glad I missed those, thank you for informing me of my luck.

His mouth tilts slightly into a knowing smile. "I doubt quick weddings such as these are for the benefit of any but the bride," he says. Yes, he assumes someone is Suddenly Pregnant. He's far too polite to say it, but how can you not assume that?

[tender]

Derrica hums in agreement. She suspects most people are thinking the same, but everyone seems to be treading very lightly around that particular assumption.

"Well, I suppose we'll see in a few months," she says with a shrug. "If they're unhappy, they can probably part ways without too much fuss."

They're rich, aren't they? What's a few vows in the face of moneyed interests wanting to make them vanish?

"Maybe they're in love. People marry very quickly in wartime when that's the case."