Well, I don't know if all that's true, 'cause you got me and baby, I got you...

[uberboned]

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.]

Comments

[uberboned]

[EYE.

BROW.]

That putz? I was the opposite of that putz. And, for the record, he couldn't've killed me if someone drew him a friggin' map to wherever I was lurkin' at the time and handed him a big boy sword.

[astralling]

[have an EYE BROW right back, brother.]

You ran away from Heaven to hide out as Loki. I don't get it.

[Angels are goody two-shoes who watch over people, okay. She's met one.]

[uberboned]

What's there to get? [Kanye shrug. Actual. Kanye. Shrug.]

[astralling]

[SO UNFAZED BY YOUR KANYE-SHRUG, GABES.]

Well- Heaven. Trickster. It's kind of a big jump. Even without the, ah, family life... [Horse fucking... awkward...] -if the stories are true, Loki isn't exactly good.

[uberboned]

That's a matter of opinion. And also most of the crap you read is straight-up libel.

[astralling]

Either way he sounds like a sadist. You don't strike me as someone like that.

[What she really means is she can't imagine Jinx, a good person who likes unicorns, marrying a sadist.]

[uberboned]

[.....

Oh PRUE. You poor, sweet summer child.]

Oh, thank God. I was really worried for a second that it showed.

[astralling]

[dot dot dot]

Okay then. Ah- well, to your credit you've done an excellent job of hiding it. Being inappropriate in church doesn't necessarily make someone a sadist.

[uberboned]

For the record, I'm not actually a sadist. [....] Okay, so I've maybe done a few sadistic things, but who with great power hasn't?

[astralling]

Well... [She raises her hand slightly.]

[uberboned]

[He narrows his eyes at her.] Don't buy it.

[astralling]

Which part? The part about power, or me not abusing it?

[uberboned]

Abuse ain't necessarily an evil thing, princess.

[astralling]

[She rolls her head slightly at that, giving him a definite Look.]

Really. Then how would you define it? Last I checked, "abuse" isn't exactly something positive.

[uberboned]

Using magic to fix all of life's little inconveniences? Who wouldn't do that?

[astralling]

Someone worried about the consequences of using for personal gain.

[uberboned]

Guess I'm too much of a Karma Houdini to worry about things like that.

[astralling]

Mmm. Must be nice.

[uberboned]

It's a terrible burden. [Smirkity.]