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A Very Nexus Reception

To all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.

Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.

For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.

As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….

Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games

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"We'll be sure to look for your husband and offer our congratulations as well," he informs Jim, casting a quick side-eye at Crowley. They will do their social duty by the time the evening is through, although mention of those hand pies has him a touch distracted. If these two are gods, they don't seem to stand much on protocol, so Jim is likely in the clear.

The explanation of the difference between worlds brings an enchanted smile to Aziraphale's face. "Oh, how fascinating. I had heard that you were both from different worlds." He nudges his demonic partner in the side. "Doesn't it remind you of that novella I was reading, Crowley? The one about the astronaut traveling back to Roman times?"

He's purposefully leaving out the plot; Aziraphale has developed a penchant for steamy romance novels as of late -- 'research' as he likes to call them, although the only thing he's learned is that none of them are terribly realistic. He nestles under Crowley's arm and smiles at Jim curiously. "And I'm assuming you met in the Nexus?"

"Overwhelm me? Hardly. But I do have a responsibility to save myself for a few dances with my husband..."

He has to laugh in admiration at how swiftly she's suborned their bards. The dance is similar enough to those of home for him to get the steps after a round or two. And Felix is glad now that he dressed for Cyrodiil- his coat and tunic seem more appropriate for this sort of dance. His steps are nimble as ever: he's clearly been practicing his footwork.

"I'd hate to think I was slowing you down, Amelia. How are you finding the party? Enough mischief for your taste yet?" Likely not; thus far proceedings have been rather tame by his standards. Even if the point is sort of to mark his (and Jim's!) settling down to be proper citizens. That doesn't mean they need be dull.

"I trust your selections completely. I'm sure you know that deciphering weighty tomes is all in a day's work to a scholar," Felix says easily to Viatorus, then winks at the other man. "Besides, I can always have Jim read them to me. I so enjoy when he does that."

He's standing out of reach for Jim to shove him, no luck there captain.

His fingers trace around the rim of the cauldron as the others speak. He hopes the flowers will last a long while; the magic woven into them- no, by them, somehow - is unfamiliar to him.

"I'd like to put the wreath there," he says, when Jim mentions the house. "In the farmhouse. And since I've been teaching Jim as much alchemy as I can, I've no doubt the cauldron will be put to the test between the two of us. You're welcome to sample the results, once we have the hang of using it."

"Tiber!" Where are you, you furry terror? Felix scowls a little as he follows his familiar through the party. When in doubt, cheat like a Khajiiti trader: the spectral wolf's nose is near the fastest way to find a small cat in a big crowd. He wouldn't be pulling faces except that he knows you know your name, Tiber, you're just choosing not to answer to it.

But the familiar's nose can't be fooled. It trots out from under a table and over to the fire, sniff-sniffing at the kneazle and the man whose lap he's on. Plonk goes the wolf's butt on the ground before it howls in announcement. Success!

"Yes, I know, I'm right here-" The younger man's grumbling is less frazzled than tipsy as he follows the noise. "There you are, Tiber-" no don't stick your butt in that nice man's face, dear Kynareth.

"I'm sorry about that," he says to the two gentlemen by the fire. The light playing off their faces makes them both look strangely familiar. Actually the one close to the fire looks very much like an older Spock. A Vulcan, surely, but Spock never mentioned bringing relatives... "It's my turn to check up on him, but I didn't mean to intrude."

The stern-looking woman in armor is looking him over with eyebrows lifted even before the knight across the field notices. For that matter, so is her Ghost, the little bot in the curved shell managing to look skeptical even with just a mechanical eye to work with.

"Is that your first bottle?" she asks pointedly, while Celann's hurrying over. "You look three sheets to the wind already."

"Three and a half, I'd say."

"Captain! What do you think?" Celann is a little behind as he joins them, beaming beneath his mustache. "This ought to be marvelous fun, eh?"

"I had no idea Felix had this sort of plan for the bonfire. He just told me he'd handle it."

Though considering Felix is utter trash at Fire magics, Jim did sort of assume his atronach would be involved somehow. But this? This is taking the show up to a whole other level. Considering the dances Isidor has done before at Durant engagements Jim shouldn't be surprised to see her willing to perform here. At least it's all pleasant. The man literally can't stop grinning her way.

"It's good to see you." They've both been so busy for what feels like ages. The last time he saw Isidor, well. It was under far less pleasant circumstances. "We saw Runa and Viatorus already, so. Thank you, as well. I've been trying to track you down since. To show my gratitude but..." He lifts one shoulder in a shrug.

"Also just to catch up. Seemed like the only chance I'd get for a while."

Hearing people on a dancefloor is challenge enough. She doesn't expect to be encountering a language that mimics English, and for now she remains oblivious. All she can tell is that her new friend is happy to dance with her.

It's beautiful to see complete freedom and confidence. Too rare a thing to encounter often and terribly encouraging. Runa laughs and puts her own spin on his moves so that they're dancing something of a similar style. It's strange and new and she loves it. She's going to be dancing until something gives out.

In Jim's defense he is very drunk and definitely should not still be drinking anymore of the whiskey (of which the bottle is still almost entirely full somehow). Lots of things confuse him right now. Including dear Mjolnir. The hammer does indeed look exceptionally crafted.

"It looks exc...ex..uh..really good f'r bein' that old." Hard to imagine it's seen that much battle really just by looking at it. The table keeps steady as Jim leans against it to push himself up onto unsteady feet. Get a closer look at this thing. Really lean in and see if he can tell what makes it so special. But just from looking at it? He really can't.

"Right. Lemme just say..." He looks up toward Thor as he reaches for the hammer, "I don't think it's gonna be so eas- holy fuckingshit that's not moving at all!" Not even a wobble, a budge, a wiggle.

What. The actual fuck??????

"How is it not breaking th'table???"

Edited (form and from will be the death of me) 2019-12-21 00:16 (UTC)

"I have already had my fair share of being the negotiator, since both Harry and Ron were act-first, make a plan in a matter of seconds kind of fellows. And both of them would rather be exploring. Sort of like you Jim."

"I enjoy having the role. I find politics ever so fascinating."

Thor beams proudly at him, though he had little to do with the hammer's actual construction. "Solid uru, forged by th' dwarves in the heart of a dying star. Can't find a bett'r weapon anywhere."

He leans back in his seat as the young captain examines the hammer, possibly a little closer than is warranted. But he's not that worried. Really. In the years since Odin enchanted the hammer, only two others have ever been worthy to lift it. And despite what his human friends think - or had thought, for those no longer in the realm of the living - being a good person is only one small part of worthiness, as Mjolnir sees it.

Okay, he's a little uncertain. Two in ten years is a lot, really.

But he's not playing for high stakes this time, and he can't help the grin when he sees Kirk pull on the handle and move it precisely nowhere. Oh, he is regretting not having a phone now, because this would be an excellent photo. The look on his face!

Thor laughs out loud and slaps the table. "'s only as heavy as it needs to be."

"Wh, this? No it keeps refilling." More than he should have. Far more, in fact. It's a miracle this man is walking upright at all by this point, frankly. He is absolutely wasted and having the time of his life.

Doubly so when a familiar face arrives.

"I love it! Sign me up. I've got....a bike. Back in Iowa. Shouldn' take long to go get."

Not that a 'bike' will mean much to the knight but it's probably some sort of mount. Anyone who trusts this man with a PINpoint right now, much less a moving vehicle and Especially a non living one, is out of their minds.

"I mean, I have plans." Don't fact check him on this, the crew will absolutely tease him mercilessly for the shit they've been through but by and large hasn't been Jim's fault. But they'd definitely say so for a laugh at his expense. Maybe not tonight, though.

"You getting a decent cabinet to work underneath you? A leader's only as good as their support, in my experience."

"I have been carefully weighing each candidate for the other Minister positions in the Ministry carefully. Based on their prior experiences, skills, personality, and of course using some Arthimancy to calculate how well they will work with other Ministers."

"I have a lovely Arthimancy matrix that is all mapped out. Over a thousand runes in it so far. After we return to session in January, I will introduce the new cabinet. And it will really determine how we can return our country to better times, by how we work together."

"What's uru? No--forget I asked. Stupid question. S'a metal of some kind."

Magic metal. Why the hell is it always magic that's the answer? If he was a mage like Felix is, maybe magic could also be the solution to fixing it. He's pretty sure he's heard talk of Stratos making things lighter than they ought to be with some spell or another before. He could go ask his brother-in-law for help, but that would mean admitting defeat.

Defeated by a piece of space-magic-metal made by Space Dwarves????? in the heart of a dying star. Did Thor make that part up or did Jim hear it wrong. Everything about that sentence seems wildly implausible And Yet here they are.

Thor watching with a smirk while Jim fails to even budge this hammer. Strongest Avenger, Jim Kirk ain't.

"...Okay. So th'table had different rules than I do." Jim's quiet a suspiciously long time while he squints. "What if I lifted the table?" Could he do that? He could probably at least move it a bit. It's not attached to the floor or anything.

"So there aren't any native species here? Not too surprising, given the nature of this place." Connant's seen many people in his short time in the Nexus. "Must have a load of strange creatures in the Wilds."

Connant's not sure who Spock is, but he can guess that he isn't human. The last alien he encountered wasn't human at all - unless it chose to be.

"Teeth is right." Connant shudders. "Antarctica had its dangers, but we weren't prepared for hostile aliens. The climate was the more typical issue."

"That's true. I didn't always see eye-to-eye with Commander Garry back at the Outpost, but I know he didn't have an easy job. It's mostly my fault. I don't do well with authority figures in general. So it's no wonder we didn't exactly get along."

Palmer's not the kind of guy to hold a grudge, and he'd be happy to meet Felix's brother in less stressful circumstances.

"I'd be happy to meet this alchemist buddy of yours." Palmer slyly returns the wink. "I trust Loki, but it's good to have a backup plan. Something could always go wrong."

Jim can't exactly throw stones about that. Of the three of them here no one is particularly Good with authority figures though Jim's had to settle down quite a lot since Becoming one such figure. Whether Palmer comes around on it or not is his business. Jim knows he certainly wouldn't have without a few very specific turning points in his life in the last several years. To say nothing of his husband's propensity for getting around the law.

When the conversation turns salespitch though Jim stifles a chuckle and busies himself with his drink. There's absolutely nothing he can add to this conversation that isn't going to upset one of them so it's best to gracefully bow out. He drains his glass quickly while Felix and Palmer are talking shop.

Plausible deniability means not being here when Felix does his thing.

"You know what I think I need another drink. I'll uh... I'll be right back." Good luck, Palmer.

Isidor's going to have more than a few admirers waiting when she steps out of the circle. They cluster around with light applause, each wanting to say how much they enjoyed the show, or ask how she danced among the flames without her gorgeous dress getting so much as singed.

With all that, she might be grateful when a wine glass is pressed into her hand; a voice murmurs close by, "With compliments to the lady. Dancing with immortals is thirsty work."

Hardly surprising that she can't see who gave it to her when she looks around: everyone is beaming and nodding at her. But the wine is smooth and rich and heady, strong and just a little sweet. The glass is deep, and twining up around it are a trio of red winter flowers.

Isidor has seen Felix at other parties; glimpsed him talking to Zandros Alter, even. She's seen his charming smiles before. Smiles that come a little too easily and promise a little too much. This is different. His smile is smaller, almost secretive when he meets her eyes.

"It's a rare pleasure to... use my magic for someone who understands." At least when it comes to fire elementals. Few people could be so readily attuned to such an alien being. Felix has had many years of practice, for his part, and he still finds other atronachs easier to commune with. Flame atronachs are fun, though.

He won't rub the moment in Isidor's nose, however much he wants to clap his hands in glee for pulling this off. He makes himself pause thoughtfully instead. "Typically a generic summoning calls one of them more-or-less at random. However, a skilled conjurer can make arrangements... even pacts... with individual daedra. Knowing her name, I can call on this her again, if I choose."

While Jim seems a little self-conscious about helping himself to the baked treats, Felix has no such compunctions. He's stopped by to thank Katsuya for his kind assistance (laying on a little of the Felix Caelus charm along the way) and is occasionally chatting to guests while he samples from this or that. No plate, since he already has a mug of ale in hand and it's more important not to lose track of that. Even if he's drinking more lightly than he pretends. This isn't the family celebration, after all. This party is full of Opportunities for Felix, after all, and he needs his wits about him to take advantage of them.

...That said, he's really hoping and expecting to find Norn around here and catch up with him. So it's disorienting when quite another voice pipes up in his ear.

"Better watch ooouut." Sing-song words, low and amused. For a second he feels a warm arm draped over his shoulders. "Looks like someone's got their eyes on your man."

"What?" His head snaps round, but the speaker's pulled away. Felix looks around wildly, torn between the familiar voice and puzzled alarm. But the question of who said it falls by the wayside when he sights Jim over by the bar. There he is- and there's Harley Quinn, popping a honeycake into her mouth as she leans suggestively toward him, all flirtatious smiles. At his wedding party.

Has this woman no sense of common decency?

Felix stares longer than he should before his eyes snap down to his ale. Jim can handle himself. He knows that already. When it comes to diplomacy, Jim has moves that could put a Khajiiti dancer to shame. But that isn't the point, for Felix. The point is whether he's going to sit around and let her mess with his husband (again), except...

If only she weren't tied to Loki. That's a problem, because even in his outrage Felix isn't stupid enough to lightly face off with a god's favorite. His eyes narrow at the ale swilling in his cup. He has suspicions about Quinn he's let lie so far. But now. Now... he needs knowledge, if nothing else.

He grabs a bottle of spare ale that someone's just left on the table beside him, and goes to find Runa.

Both Jim and Felix are so unperturbed by the thought of academic writing that Viatorus can't help but smile. It can be hard to tell what others are used to reading, so it's good to hear genuine reassurances.

"A farmhouse!" Runa seems as delighted by the sound of that as by her wreath hanging there. "How wonderful! It's a brilliant sort of place to start your life together. Fit for some peace and quiet and space, but also ready for whatever projects you come up with." She bounces on the spot and looks between them. "Can you take pictures for me? I love seeing houses!"

Runa has been thoroughly enjoying herself. Life is too short not to be lived to the fullest, and she has to enjoy the party for her insular husband as well. While she may not be on Isidor's level, she has been enthusiastically dancing a chunk of the night away. There are, however, limits to how much she can do in her dress. Perhaps dressing warm wasn't the best idea. Oh well...

So Felix finds her searching for a drink while she takes a breather. On seeing him her face blooms into a big smile and stops short of hugging him, since his arms are full. "Felix! How are you enjoying the night so far?"

Jim half laughs, half coughs at Felix's comment but the mage is well out of any easy retaliation range. He won't be able to get any kind of payback without drawing attention and honestly this isn't the kind of thing he'd be comfortable joking about in front of Viatorus anyway. Runa, he's honestly not so sure about. She seems a lot less sheltered than the Durant scholar. Jim clears his throat pointedly if anyone looks at him before shrugging. Carry on, nothing to see here.

Felix will get his just desserts later.

So much has changed in the years he's known Felix. Jim's honestly surprised at how ready and genuine his smile is at the mention of the house in Iowa. A place he loathed for so long, once more considered a home. It will be a long, long time until the Starfleet captain is ready to use it as such but for now it makes for a nice place of reprieve when the pair of them need a quiet place to steal away for a little while.

"I can do that. Kitchen will probably not look quite the way you think it should, but it's an Old farmhouse, so the rest of it probably doesn't look too far off your time."

Dancing with her uncle is intense and satisfying work, but it requires practice and patience. This was... altogether different. Far more intense, far more primal and raw and wonderful. Stepping away from it back into civilisation is unexpectedly difficult. She's still flushed as she schools her demeanour back into that of a woman of upper class values. It doesn't come quite as smoothly, but she tries anyway.

It's so distracting that she doesn't quite realise that someone is giving her wine until her mind is playing back the words just uttered to her. She looks around, but finding who it was is hopeless. So instead she turns back to smile at the person currently occupying her attention, sipping away at the remarkably good wine in her hands. Jim and Felix have good taste in wines, who knew?

Felix lifts his mug in salute to her. His smile in return is knife-sharp, not quite matched by the keen look in his eyes.

"It's certainly full of turns and surprises." He turns, using his mostly-empty mug to gesture down the street, toward where a huge draconic form hunches over a small building. "Some marvelous beyond words, and others..."

Well. He sighs. Sips his ale and asks, "Have you been enjoying yourself? I'm not intruding on you, am I?" Because there's something he's dying to ask about.

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OBJECTION!

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Sorry Jim your rank means nothing to a Guardian

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Stirring the Keg

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