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

[conjuredskies]

Aside from the magic clinging to him, Felix probably doesn't seem unusual for a human. His accent differs from Jim's, and his clothes lean more to soft hide and fur than synthetic fabrics, but then they are from different worlds. There's a thoughtful look in his eyes as he clasps Rondo's arm, and not only because he can pick up that he's dealing with another mage. But his smile is easy, his magic quite idle aside from the mental tether linking him to his familiar. Guiding it is trivial at this point, as natural as balancing the glass in his hand.

"Aha. You're the one Jim's been corresponding with, aren't you? The pleasure is mine." He hasn't seen much of said correspondence himself, but Jim did talk about it a while ago, before wedding plans distracted them. Nothing in his posture suggests that Jim relayed the whole conversation about magic and history in Rondo's world. If he looks puzzled for a second, he's just trying to imagine why they wouldn't have some sort of battlemages. Curious!

"Well, it certainly can be, when there's a war on. Ironically enough I'd say it's the safest career I've yet tried. Certainly better than adventuring. Mind you, it's been almost nothing but training: that might account for it." He chuckles, not heeding Rondo's distraction by the familiar. Any elf who knows magic has surely seen that kind of thing before.

Felix, on the other hand, is listening carefully as Rondo explains the lantern tradition, nodding here and there. Traditions and rituals get his rapt attention, most of all those with a spiritual connection. "What an excellent custom! We have a wedding tradition of the couple lighting a hearth together but I... expect it's not-"

Um. Sorry for your nerves, Rondo, but the human's about to trail off with a sudden twitch. And then a hard shiver, the man shaking his head as if to clear something away. Oh, no. Get back here, you. He looks down into his glass for a second, a little flushed. What on earth is Jim doing- oh thank Mara there he is, the familiar nudging him closer with gentle butts to the back of his legs.

[smartass_captain]

Oof! Yes, yes Jim is going. Stop being so pushy lest he stumble and fall over. That wouldn't do. For one thing he's way taller than Rondo is and it would be awkward if he fell on the poor guy especially after the less than ideal conditions where they first met.

"You do, but trust me, it's an improvement. It's good to properly meet you, all th'same." Jim offers out his hand openly this time to shake. They'd toed around touching much last time when he was miserable with his allergies so the captain definitely wants to make a good impression now. Best of one he can while under the influence, at least. It's a relief to see the Arraka'aran getting along alright with Felix even without Jim there to mediate. Unless Rondo's not quite sure that he's speaking with a conjurer yet.

More curious is how distracted Felix seems to be when Jim glances his way to be sure both of them are getting on alright.

"Felix this is Rondo..." He sucks in a breath to stifle the swear that wants to come when he realizes he's forgotten the young man's last name. Think like the wind, Kirk. Charming smiles at maximum power. "A fellow scholar interested in the multiverse and magic within it." Just gonna go for the casual approach, it's fine. No one suspects a thing surely. "Rondo this is my..well. My husband now, Felix. He's ah, he's the mage I base a lot of my studies on. Though not th'only one, obviously. I'm glad to see you two met."

[coffee_elf]

Felix's style of dress is a lot more familiar to Rondo than Jim's, when it comes right down to it. For all their technology and magic, Arraka'arans of Rondo's class favor leather, natural woven materials, and ornate brocades. Also quite a bit of jewelry. He has eight rings on each ear, and some sort of glittery ankle guards over his boots.

"People also place ashes of loved ones in their lanterns after their deaths," he says, "but this isn't really the time to chat about funeral traditions, at a wedding--"

Oh, he notices that start and break in the conversation. He's not quite sure what to make of it, one eyebrow raising, but Jim's arrival manages to forestall any questions or concerns. He shakes Jim's hand firmly, a strong grip for a small person with soft, aristocratic hands. He's already given Felix his surname, so he thinks nothing much of Jim having forgotten to mention it. Luckily it's written on the gift tag so he can refresh his memory later!

"Yes, I was getting that impression," he says with a polite smile, starting to note that his human friend is a little bit tipsy. "We were comparing notes just now...um..."

His eyes stray toward the familiar. Now that he's getting a better look at it, he can tell it's not exactly a corporeal creature, which is a huge relief in a way, and deeply unnerving in another. His ears react, lowering and jutting to the sides. "Is...is that?"

Humans and their dogs, is the thought that pops up in his head, but he bites his tongue on it. Best not to comment until he's sure he knows exactly what he's looking at.

[conjuredskies]

Thank the gods for Jim arriving instead of distracting his familiar more. Felix silently counts to nine, refocusing on where he is before he chuckles at Jim's description. "Well, I try to be the best subject for your research. Although I'm not sure things like snowball fights really count."

Rondo's abrupt and obvious unease stops him there. The body language takes him by surprise, because elves in Tamriel don't have expressive ears- but Khajiit do, and those flattened ears look very unhappy to Felix. If Rondo had a tail, it would probably be lashing in agitation. Felix looks down and around to see what the matter is.

"Oh! My familiar, yes." He cocks his head, prompting it to trot around behind them and sit neatly a step behind him and to the side, ears twitching forward. It's curious about the stranger, though it won't do more than lift its head, sniffing the air with interest. "I suppose they might be different on your plane. In Tamriel they usually take the form of wolves these days. It's a convenient sort of shape."

[smartass_captain]

"You were? Notes on what?" Jim can't look between the two mages quickly enough. They've only just met and they're already talking shop and swapping deets on magical theory and traditions? And without Jim? Perish the thought. He's so glad he's arrived and inserted himself into this conversation when he had.

"What's what...?" Squint, what's the matter. Rondo's not pleased about something or another and Jim honestly can't follow right away. He leans over a bit to stare at the familiar taking a nice polite little sit back there and grins even harder.

"Oh yeah. Don' worry he's not real. Well, I mean. He's magic. He does what Felix tells him to so he's completely safe t'be around people an'all. Felix can make all kinds of them, though I think the others are tied to th'elements more than creatures."