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?"

Comments

[craftyredfox]

"Now for me... I would be downright grateful to not have any responsibilities. Someone else wants the work and stress? Just let them take it."

The reply comes from a talking fox, that has approached where Mordred stands. Nick is short, by human standards, as he only stands about 4 feet tall. Definitely looks like he is used to walking and standing on his hide legs. Dressed in human attire.

"As for a wedding..." Nick twitches and ear. And smiles. Thinking of Judy. "I would want anything that made the bride. Or husband. Or whomever you are marrying. Happy."

[starryeyedangel]

There were always people coming and going. At one time Astaroth would have stopped and watched each and every one of them. He has hobbies, of sorts, now that occupied his time. He's striding across the plaza, blue skin with the shifting black oilslick wings, and he's tall. Two foot taller than most, almost four foot taller if one looks at the tops joint of his wings rather than his body height.

The question catches his attention and he answers as he stops without missing a beat. Deep twilight colored eyes turning downward. "Shooting stars. It answers both questions."

[silverseamariner]

"Hello, lad." The Lord Mariner looks at the newcomer quizzically. "That's a good question you have. It depends on a few things - what you and your partner are looking for, what you like, what kind of party you're expecting. Whether it's a roarer or a quiet sort of affair with you and some close family and friends. Those sorts of questions are good for planning."

skekSa scratches her fuzzy neck, sure that answer's just confusing the human. She's working from Sifan culture and the weddings her clan holds, which she hopes aren't too different from human ones. There's a lot about humans she doesn't know.

"But there are a few things everyone reasonably expects at a party. Food. Wine. Song. Dancing and flowers, maybe - I figure wedding traditions on whichever planet you're from aren't that different from the ones on mine. I've presided over a few in my time. Gelflings sometimes choose a site to marry that's special to them and their clan. Many Sifa choose to marry at sea, on board the Omerya, or at the home port of Cera-Na."

[coldsong]

Have a long, thoughtful look from a tall individual in green and gold.

"My own wedding," Loki asks, "or someone else's?"

It makes a big difference. Answer wisely.

[knightgallant]

This man looks exactly like Mordred, which has the knight curious and moving a bit closer to the small knot of people already gathered around the druid and answering his question. After listening to Mordred speak and taking in his style of dress, it’s easy enough to tell that this person isn’t the the same man as the knight he’s familiar with. With his own wedding on the horizon, though, Galahad feels compelled to offer the man what help he can. Maybe he can learn something from the conversation, too?

“I can’t speak as well to a modern wedding,” the knight admits, “but I would think it important to ensure that there will be plenty of time to be with the one you love both during and after the ceremony.”

[chiron_survivor]

Adia is passing through the Plaza, her kneazle Anastasia trotting at her heels. With spring approaching, she's trying to fit in one last round of research in the Grand Library before gardening completely takes over her free time.

The question gives her pause, as it's something she can relate to easily. She looks over at the nervous young man and smiles sympathetically. "My best friend did nearly the same thing for my wedding. I didn't mind, honestly, planning a wedding is a lot of little decisions that I didn't feel like making, but, um... well, is there anything you feel very strongly about that you want there? For me it was the flowers. Orange tulips have a lot of meaning for me and my husband."

[risenintothevoid]

Uh-oh. Marriage? Talk about something that Aegis-9 knows very little about. The Exo hesitates, trying to look as though she has the slightest clue what such a thing would entail. It doesn't really work. "Uh. Don't let anyone give any speeches longer than a short nap?"

What? It's not as though she hates speeches, they're just... boring. Get to the good stuff.

Metal fingers drum against her armored thigh as she thinks. "Do weddings usually involve duels? Because that could be fun."

[sonof_mogh]

Worf had married once to his mate, Jadzia, who had sadly been murdered a few months back. But the wedding? That had been something and in true Klingon style all traditions had to be followed, even if they were outdated to other species. Looking at the man, the Klingon offered him his usual strong stare as he spoke.

"Perhaps you could add a Bat'leth tournament after the vows have been shared. A test of strength between both your houses is considered honourable among my kind. Avoid any kind of singing unless it is opera. This always goes well at a wedding."

This is Worf's advice for the stranger.

[guitar_voodoo]

It was a nice day so Mick was walking towards the shops on his usual route to stock up on pickles and other salty snacks since Ziggy's townhouse was running low. At least this gave the guitarist some time outside of the recording studio to stretch his legs and an opportunity to meet new people. This new person looked human enough and was asking a question about weddings.

"Oh---hello, mate. Nice to meet a new face around here. Good question that. I'd probably have a nice band playing, preferably rock, a good buffet afterwards and lots of booze. That's what I'd add anyway."

Mick being a rock star himself he did have preferences to weddings and the like, even though he'd not been to many himself. This bloke was getting married, which was nice in itself. As for things to avoid? That got Mick's face morphing into a concentrated frown.

"Things to avoid? I'd say long speeches and the like. They can sometimes bore the guests stupid. I don't know what else to avoid."

Megatron (mass displaced to ~7' because he's wandering around town watching strangers again)

[adpacempertyrannidem]

"Personally, I don't think you can have a bonding ceremony without poetry," Megatron says idly. "But I would think that, wouldn't I, being a poet? I would also think that it would depend upon the requirements of your culture, your religion and the local laws."

He takes a drink of coolant out of his flask.

"This is how it goes in my culture. In order to become conjunx endurae, there are four acts which must be completed. First there is the act of intimacy: you go somewhere that feels safe, somewhere with memories the two of you have shared, and engage in an act of intimacy involving sustained physical contact. How physical is up to the parties concerned, and also somewhat determined by the nature of the place they choose to declare themselves. I wouldn't for instance recommend interfacing in a public park, but what you do in an actual wilderness is between you and the local wildlife. Then there's the act of disclosure, in which you tell your intended personal truths, usually secrets, which are meant to be kept between the two of you, things that do not paint you in the best light...and hopefully, they reciprocate. The act of profference follows, which is the giving of a gift. The last act is an act of devotion from the respondent--an act which proves that the person is willing and able to commit. This is sometimes a personal sacrifice, but more commonly a promise. Once all four acts are complete, you're married.

"Now, you've probably noticed that all four of these acts can be completed in private, and that's not an accident. In my culture, people aren't married by a third party, they marry themselves to each other. At some points in our history there have been city or state registries where marriages could be recorded; however, it was not uncommon for them to refuse to recognise marriages between individuals of different social classes or castes. Many people choose to have a party to celebrate the bonding after the fact, particularly when there isn't a way to make it official, although elaborate parties are also given among the upper classes. So for us, it's whatever the individuals concerned would like for themselves."

[dontpetmeibite]

"Honestly," says Ravage, "I'm just relieved that my friends are taking care of all of this for me. We're already conjunxes, but all of our people have decided we have to make a big public deal out of this. Esmeral's planning all the refreshments and decorations, Misfire and Laserbeak gave us our capes, Megatron wrote us a poem...I'm so overwhelmed by everything else going on in our lives that I don't have a clue.

"Plus, Soundwave and I believed for so long that we'd never be allowed to get married that we never really even thought about what kind of celebration we'd like."

He sighs, a small ex-vent. "I guess what is most important to us is that all of our friends will be there. Which is pretty impressive, given that some of them were on opposite sides of a war."

[mayfairmonster]

Really.


Really?

The multiverse has to be kidding him with this. There will never be another person with his own face that won't catch Dorian's eye, but the ones he's seen always do seem to be people with questions and personalities so different to his own that they might as well be the day to his night. Curious and incredulous, Dorian smooths out his coat with a single gesture, and then steps confidently forward.

"I don't have any experience in the matter," besides being engaged for all of a few weeks before it all ended in the worst possible way, "but I've seen enough people get married over the years that I have the gist of it." Dorian crosses his arms, watching Mordred with keen, searching eyes. It's true. Besides (he'd argue) noticeable differences in personal style and grooming, they're exactly alike. "You want to ensure that you really know the person you're marrying. That they aren't going to reveal their true face a few years down the line, and that person isn't someone you're interested in staying with. Many people hide things, especially from the people they're closest to."

[becarefulwhatyouwish]

What a question that is. Coyote's ears twitch at the sound. He may not be the stranger who Mordred was asking, but there he is anyway, as if he'd been standing there all along.

"Well now," he says, voice as smooth as an experienced car salesman, "anything, you say? I'd want to do something to make the day even more memorable, but that does depend on the happy couple. A customized contribution, you might call it."