Finally, a place stranger than his office!

[itdruid]

Strange things happening around an office filled with magical beings is the norm in Mordred's life. Every day he deals with with magic users, vampires, and landlines in a bag (that call God, no less), so opening a door and finding something unexpected on the other side isn't really a shock. Or it shouldn't be, but a multi-dimensional hub is far outside even the young man's definition of "normal".

Instead of stepping into an unused office supposedly filled with the missing supplies he needs, he finds himself stepping out onto a chilly street along the Plaza. Mordred blinks a few times as he takes in his surroundings (including a-- Captain America PSA?), silently thanks the Goddess he's actually wearing a sweater while he looks around the area, and then makes his way over to the pamphlets to check one out. It's not the most helpful reading material, but it's enough that he looks slightly less nervous once he's worked up the nerve to ask a question as instructed.

"So, I-- This might not be the best first question to ask of strangers, but..." The druid's cheeks flush as he tugs at the bottom of his sweater, his fingers worrying the hem as he gathers his thoughts. "My fiancé and I are getting married soon, and a-a friend of ours-- his sister, actually... Well, she's planning everything-- for us, but I feel like I should contribute something." He frowns thoughtfully for a moment, then sighs heavily. "If you could add-- anything you wanted to a wedding, what would it be? Anything I should-- avoid, at the very least?"

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[risenintothevoid]

"Oh, no, not in the same way Guardians do," she hastily says, a little appalled by the thought. "A Lightless trying to compete in Crimson Days would die. But I don't see why they couldn't do a nonlethal version? Use paint instead of bullets, maybe."

[itdruid]

Paintball tournaments are a thing Mordred knows enough about to get a better idea of what Aegis is suggesting here. The idea of holding something like this as part of a wedding or celebration after is still odd, but there's more to the suggestion than the druid initially thought.

"Isn't that sort of thing painful, though? Weddings are usually..." He hesitates for a moment, thoughtfully fraying the hem of his sweater as he searches for the right words. "I'm used to a lot less violence when it comes to romantic events. I don't know-- many people who would want to get themselves messy while dressed in some of their best clothes. Well, on their wedding day, at least. There are a few who would do it any other day without any real prompting." Is that weird? Mordred's not sure, especially given all the strange and eccentric people he works with on a daily basis.

[risenintothevoid]

Oh, right. Civilians do like their fancy clothes, don't they? Aegis doesn't make it out of her armor often enough to have a wide variety in her own wardrobe, and any formal occasion - if such a thing rolls around - wouldn't be an occasion where she'd swap to clothes either. "Guess that's a good point," she says thoughtfully, tapping a metal finger against her metal mouth. Tink, tink, tink.

"Well, it's just a suggestion, anyway. Your customs are just as valid!"