A Very Nexus Reception

[smartass_captain]

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

((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))

Comments

[rekindledtitan]

Tarana looks beyond Hikaru, to the blond man hovering behind him. She looks like she might be holding back a chuckle, but just about: her mouth tugs into a smile despite herself. There's no stopping some people.

"Very well. You must allow a Ghost," she gestures at the little machine floating beside her, "to limit your vehicle's engine in accordance with your opponent. We have lances and practice targets here. Will you need armor?"

[smartass_captain]

"You alright with that, Jim?" Nothing thusfar seems to have phased the Enterprise-A's helmsman and neither Tarana nor her small mechanical companion will change that. If Hikaru Sulu isn't completely comfortable with the situation he's doing a damn fine job of keeping it to himself. Looking back to his captain for confirmation isn't exactly necessary considering how belligerent Jim had been about his joining but it is his property after all.

When he nods, Sulu turns back to the Guardian.

"It's a temporary adjustment, I assume?" Not a big deal even if it isn't. Jim will probably just use it as an excuse to teach his new husband how to ride with it and get himself another someday. Though, he pauses at the end.

"I will, yes." He's seen enough of Jim coming back from the Nexus over the years to know better than to trust the so-called AV field. He's not taking any chances.

[rekindledtitan]

"Temporary, yes. Depending on who you ride against, we may need to change it a few times. But I'm certain the Ghosts can restore it to its original state when you finish." Perhaps it's a little arrogant, but Tarana's confident this is one of the less complex tasks they've performed.

With that in mind, she points them over to the side of the field. The Hunter nearby has moved on to setting out reinforced chestpieces and helms, inspecting those the squires bring over from their own stores. Those will need to be adjusted to actually fit their temporary bearers, too, but they'll find something to suit Sulu, be it space soldier or medieval knight.

[smartass_captain]

"Alright. Your PINpoint, Captain?" Hikaru holds out his hand expectantly and will not back down from the gesture until Jim hands over the device and tells him which coordinates he's looking for. "I'll be right back."

Indeed the bike that Sulu points back with is much in the same style of a Guardian's sparrow than it is anything else. The vehicle doesn't have near the kind of top speed a Sparrow has and runs a bit cleaner but then there's still a hefty population in their universe so design priorities are a bit different between the vehicles. The Ghosts are sure to have fun with whatever sort of Golden Age equivalent tech they can get their scanners on.

Hikaru meanwhile takes the time to fill out whatever forms Tarana has provided including his name and which ride belongs to him. He lingers quite a while over the knights' outfits but won't be able to feel terribly stable in the gear so after trying it on he'll end up borrowing from the Guardians' pile. This, at least, feels sort of similar to his fencing gear. It's comforting.