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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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... Yes? [ There's another question in his voice, and then he chuckles. ]
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[He gets up determinedly.]
Come on.
[They're going to the bar, fuck this.]
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Why'd you say I was 'stable,' anyway?
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[He slips behind the bar and grabs a glass.]
Trust me, you don't want to know what I'm comparing it to.
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I think.
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[Making some mixed drink that Sam used to love at college, but never ever admitted to because wtf hunters don't drink girl drinks.]
So, how much has this place blown your mind so far?
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Sam almost does a double-take, looking at the drink, and almost asks how Chuck knew. But then, he remembers. Yep. ]
It's, ah... a lot. Yeah, nothing like what I'd expected. Not that I'd had any expectations.
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[He gestures around the room with a juicer, then goes back to obliterating this orange.]
How're you doing with it? I mean, uh, how are things on your side of the world?
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[He shrugs happily while topping off Sam's drink with a last splash of rum.]
For once, I actually can't complain.
[Pushing the drink across the counter.]
Not that I'm not surrounded by drama. It's kind of like being the eye of the storm.
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He picks up the drink, and takes a sip. Mm, tastes like college. ]
I can see how that would happen. Must not be anything new for you, though, right?