Wedding Post

[spongetastic]

[when the guests arrive they will see that the garden is in beautiful fall colors. They have chairs set up, and lanterns are hung up for when it grows dark. They are free to mingle until the ceremony starts. The fountain is nearby as well]




[pre wedding | seats | ceremony | reception go tag around]

Comments

Pre Wedding

[spongetastic]

[come talk to the bride or groom. Wish them the best or tease them mercilessly, whateva]

Peter

[spongetastic]

[he looks a little nervous and he keeps playing with his tie]

[likethetragedy]

[Guess what lady ninja'd her way in....? This lady.] You're going to rip it off if you keep going on like that.

[fredless]

[Catching sight of Peter Fred moves closer, knowing that Wesley is just behind. Everything else aside, there's no way she could ever begin to think missing their wedding. She offers him a warm smile]

[antichauffeur]

[Hesam is trying not to smirk too smugly at Peter's nervousness]

Man, it's been a while since I've been in one of these deals. Is the tie really necessary though?

Phoebe

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe's sitting at a small vanity, touching up her hair and makeup for the umpteenth time. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart.]

[onlyanapple]

[Sup Phoebe, suddenly there is a Crowley. He gives her an idle wave, before leaning on the nearest available leaning surface]

You know, there's still time to make a break for it. I'll even create a distraction.

[courageous_wit]

[of course Hermione is going to come in and see her "sister"]

Phoebe! You look lovely.

[is0latedthinker]

[There's a knocking at the doorway. Alan stands there grinning knowingly. He remembers his own wedding - boy had he been a giant bundle of nerves then!]

Nervous?

[lord_wizard]

[Felix is his usual well-dressed gentlemanly self]

My regards to the utterly radiant bride.

Taking seats

[spongetastic]

[everybody's coming in, taking their seats, etc. Talk it up before the ceremony starts]

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler will just be sitting as far back as he can hiding out. He promised Phoebe he'd come and he's here. This is his final social obligation of the month, he's sure]

[lord_wizard]

[Grabbing an aisle seat for him and his partner, yep]

[ectobabble]

[Ray finds a seat near the front and plops himself down, taking his camera case from around his neck and starting to set it up. maybe a few of the more ... singular ... attendants won't show up in the group photos, but he's determined to get some good shots of Phoebe and Peter on their big day]

[cricketycricket]

[in the midst of the bustle before the ceremony, it might be easy to miss the TARDIS materializing at the edge of the garden grounds. Five strolls up to the back of the seats and leans quietly against a tree. he's not usually one for weddings - unless they're his own - but for Phoebe and Peter, he'll make an exception. he doesn't know them entirely well, but they've always been there to help the residents of the castle when they're needed ... and for such committed service and selflessness, they deserve to have a day to be happy. and for that, he'll come and quietly honor them.]

[likethetragedy]

[And now that Elektra is sure Peter is doing okay, she'll be grabbing a seat. She trusts Phoebe to be fine on her own.]

Ceremony

[spongetastic]

[this is the part you've all been waiting for. Tissues are available for all. Phoebe, Peter and Galadriel only for this part :)]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and centering herself. She's not having second thoughts, not in the least, but that's not stopping her from feeling the normal pre-wedding jitters. To stand up in front of all of her friends and the Goddess and pledge her love to Peter. It's a dream come true. She still half expects to open her eyes and find out it's all been a dream and she's lying in bed at the Manor.

She opens her eyes, gazing at the fountain in front of her. It's not a dream. This is real. It's happening. She's getting married to the most incredible man she's ever met. She doesn't even try to stop the grin that crosses her face as she smooths out the skirt of her dress and lifts her bouquet. Taking one more breath she steps around the fountain, treading lightly on the rose pedals.

As she slowly walks down the aisle her eyes are all for Peter. She vaguely registers the guests standing and watching her pass but in that moment her world narrows to that aisle and the man she's walking towards. She wishes her father were there to give her away, but she knew he'd approve of Peter. That thought brings a lump to her throat that she tries to suppress. No. She won't cry. Not yet. Not for those who can't be there. She's shed her tears for them already. Today is about her and Peter.

Her smile widens to a grin as she steps up next to Peter and Galadriel. She sweeps her dress behind her and passes her bouquet off before offering her hands to her soon-to-be-husband.]

Reception

[spongetastic]

[congratulate the couple, take a turn on the dance floor, say hi to the DJ, eat some delicious cake]

DJ Booth

[hard_talker]

[oh, hey, look who the DJ is. are you all surprised? of course you aren't. Mark's lounging in the chair in his best black jeans, an actual dress shirt, and a black-and-white checkered bowtie because those are cool. come on up and bother him? make a request, yell at him for playing that piece of crap song he just played because kids these days have no taste, etc?

just don't insult him if he's just played The Verve, because they're the bride's jam and you don't mess with that]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe mills around, alternating between talking to people and dancing with a grin permanently affixed to her face. Come say hello to the newlywed!]

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel will be here, drinking wine and looking perfectly relaxed and content, now that the pressure's off.]

[antichauffeur]

[Hesam is hanging around, drinking juice and steering clear from the alcohol. He's entirely amused but secretly happy about his bro finally getting hitched. Come and bug him for some embarrassing tales of Peter from back home. Some of which are most likely to be completely untrue.]

[ectobabble]

[guess who's standing by the cake? yeeeeeep, no surprises here.]

... Wow, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen. [pause] Where cakes are concerned, I mean. Holy cow... Are they really gonna cut this up?

[he's craning his neck to see around all of the New York skyline]

[spongetastic]

[Peter is mingling. Congratulate him, snag a dance, do whateva]