Good heavens, who let her do this?

[deniabilities]

Janet Ford is nervous. She arrives in the Nexus fidgeting and unsure of herself, her body language betraying that she has no clue what she's doing. Which is wildly out of character for an FBI agent who's spent 11 years facing complicated cases and the occasional life-threatening incident. But this might be the most intimidating thing she's ever been asked to handle, as she sprawls herself on a bench in the Plaza and the stack of bridal magazines inelegantly fans out beside her.

She has a prestigious college degree. She has a commendation for exemplary service. But ask her to help plan a wedding and that's what freaks her out.

It should be said that this is not her wedding, thankfully, but it does involve two people very close to her so she wants to do everything she can for them. The groom is one of her coworkers whom she's known for her whole career and his fiancee is a superwoman who's somehow balanced a successful career with putting up with everything that the FBI can throw at a couple. Janet wants them to have a huge night since they rarely even get proper date nights. That doesn't mean she knows how to make it happen. Or knows anyone who does. So here she is in the Nexus. Someone in the multiverse ought to be able to help.

"Does anybody know anything about weddings?" she asks. "Anything other than they're expensive and way too complicated?" This second question posed as she gets up just to get herself a frappucino from the nearest coffee cart before reclaiming her seat. She thinks that she's going to be here for a while. At least until the headache stops.


[ ooc: Feel free to be as unserious with this thread as you like - I'm hoping to develop Janet's comic voice / life outside the FBI more, so anything goes! That said, please excuse me if she's a bit awkward as I'm trying to get her back after having some negative RP experiences. I'll do my best to make her work with whatever anyone else is comfortable with. ]

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I prefer to be vey serious in my unseriousness, thank you.

[itmeanscourage]

Isamu glanced up from the book he was reading. “I know that they are expensive and complicated because they originated as a financial transaction meant to solidify a social contract of ownership that guarantees a man's children were truly his biological heirs. Complete with witnesses - or guests rather - to add it its legitimacy.”

In other words, so what did you want to know?

[starfreckles]

"I can act as an officiant? I know a simple non-denominational ceremony and what my faith sees as pulling out all the stops..." They hum and tug on a lock of their own hair as they think. "...I'm trying to learn a little bit more on other faiths though...

A friend of yours getting married?"

[guitar_voodoo]

"To be honest I don't bloody know, love. I'm engaged and nervous as hell about the whole thing but Ziggy is everything to me so---I'm an emotional wreck regarding weddings and the like."

The guitarist scratched the back of his head before trying to think of anything helpful regarding her question. Mick being in the dark on a lot of the traditions and things regarding how Anthean weddings go. Tom would surely be the first port of call when the couple did decide to tie the knot.

"They're expensive, or can be depending on how big you want it. Dress codes, food, drink, guest lists---all that stuff. Lots to think about which does my head in just thinking about it all."

He drew on his lit cigarette and sighed. The father of the bride was definitely going to be called upon by Mick. A lot.

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Aal's ears perk up as he half hums and tilts her head at the question. Looking up from where she was fishing a few things out of a shopping bag which was in the back of the stroller where her wee girls were drinking from their bottles contently.

"Well, erm I know a little bit. Helped with a few friends over the years." She informs the other woman with a small sympathetic smile they could be stressful at times, to say the least. But it was important to remember they were supposed to be celebrations.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne is out in the loudest pink spandex pants that he could find with make up to match. He's also had way too much coffee so he's hyperactive as a toddler despite being well over six foot tall.

"I love weddings!" After all, several of his friends would be planning weddings soon. He takes a seat beside her, more or less bounding into it and jittering a bit in place. "Are you getting married? A friend? All of my friends are starting to get married."

The tone is high and excitable until the very last part. He didn't think anyone was going to ask him to get married.

[ayatantreasure]

The Nexus has all sorts, of course, not just humans. One such visitor is perched up on a nearby rooftop, posed in a comfortable squat as they watch passersby and listen to the conversations around the Plaza. Their attention is diverted from a couple of reptilian quadrupeds haggling over the price of grilled elotes from a Vulcan-Mexican fusion cart, the question much more interesting than trying to guess what the final price will end up.

They drop from the edge of the roof, landing lightly on hooflike feet, and approach where Janet is seated. They bow slightly in greeting, then lift a hand, palm-up. Projected above their hand, letters in a swooping script appear, the Nexus translation field quickly converting them to something the human understands.

I've never been to one, but I know they're what you do when you want to stay with someone forever.