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sirenspull_logs2012-07-13 11:44 pm
uberboned) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-13 11:44 pm
Entry tags:
- ahiru,
- alice cullen,
- anna milton,
- aurican,
- castiel,
- chuck shurley,
- claudio kilgannon,
- crowley,
- dean winchester,
- frau,
- gabriel | the trickster,
- hellmaster phibrizzo,
- ino yamanaka,
- iroh,
- jinx,
- john winchester,
- kos-mos,
- mary winchester,
- prue halliwell,
- red x,
- replica riku,
- riku,
- roxas,
- sam winchester,
- terrance ward | trauma,
- xellos
Well, I don't know if all that's true, 'cause you got me and baby, I got you...
Who: Gabriel, Jinx, and their friends and family.
When: Friday the 13th, before sirens.
Where: A park that has been shamelessly borrowed for this event.
Summary: JINX AND GABRIEL ARE GETTING MARRIED.
Warnings: Schmoop.
[Friday the 13th is a day of preventing bad luck from finding you- and it will find you, somehow. But for an unlucky little lady who has been a staple of Siren's Port for a few years, it's her luckiest day, so what better day for her wedding?
A small park has been rented for the occasion with a combination of Jinx's charms and her pocketbook and it's really anyone's guess which one won out. Lines of chairs form the aisles, draped in purple, black, green, and offset by red roses everywhere. Rather than a carpet for the bride to walk down, the grass seems to be covered in a blanket of soft rose petals.
Let's just say if you wanted roses today, you're out of luck.
The reception area stands off to the side, offset by dozens upon dozens of ice swans and... for some reason a living elephant also decked in purple and black. Jinx wanted one. The zoo obliged. The end.
And where there should be an organ, there's a harpist. The groom, standing up at the front of the makeshift altar with the king of Hell on his left and a Prophet of the Lord at his right, looks as smug as the cat who caught the canary- or, more appropriately, the canary who charmed the cat- and despite the few stage whispers of "Yes, Chuck, it's too late to make this a Jewish wedding", all is well.
And when the harpist starts playing "Stairway to Heaven," it begins.]
When: Friday the 13th, before sirens.
Where: A park that has been shamelessly borrowed for this event.
Summary: JINX AND GABRIEL ARE GETTING MARRIED.
Warnings: Schmoop.
[Friday the 13th is a day of preventing bad luck from finding you- and it will find you, somehow. But for an unlucky little lady who has been a staple of Siren's Port for a few years, it's her luckiest day, so what better day for her wedding?
A small park has been rented for the occasion with a combination of Jinx's charms and her pocketbook and it's really anyone's guess which one won out. Lines of chairs form the aisles, draped in purple, black, green, and offset by red roses everywhere. Rather than a carpet for the bride to walk down, the grass seems to be covered in a blanket of soft rose petals.
Let's just say if you wanted roses today, you're out of luck.
The reception area stands off to the side, offset by dozens upon dozens of ice swans and... for some reason a living elephant also decked in purple and black. Jinx wanted one. The zoo obliged. The end.
And where there should be an organ, there's a harpist. The groom, standing up at the front of the makeshift altar with the king of Hell on his left and a Prophet of the Lord at his right, looks as smug as the cat who caught the canary- or, more appropriately, the canary who charmed the cat- and despite the few stage whispers of "Yes, Chuck, it's too late to make this a Jewish wedding", all is well.
And when the harpist starts playing "Stairway to Heaven," it begins.]
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Why are you being depressing?
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You should be more surprised when I'm not. You say it's my usual state of being.
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[And Crowley resumes his position, arm around his waist again, with a tiny smoothing out of his jacket against his side with his fingers.]
-- and leave the business at the door.
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[He just sighs, a little, making a drunken mental note to actually ask Crowley about what happens at home, later. For now, yes, they can just enjoy the party.]
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I don't see why you should focus so much on the future when the present is perfectly acceptable.
Stop being so depressing and allow yourself the luxury of enjoying existence.
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[But it's just a comment more than a protest, not annoyed enough to put any tone in his voice. He's content here, really, pretty much doing what Crowley just said and enjoying existence. It's not something they often get to do in their world.]