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[punshots]

Who: Alisaie (adelphoi), Prompto (punshots), & you!
What: A wedding!
When: May 1st
Where: Southern Outpost
Warning(s): it’s gonna be sappy, hold onto your butts

THE FIRST OF MAY

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The afternoon of May 1st finds a special occasion taking place at the Southern Outpost. Near a grassy knoll, lights have been hung in the canopies, tables and chairs have been set up and adorned with red and gold, and the feeling in the air is warm and inviting. As announced to the refugees at large on the network a few months prior, this is the wedding of Alisaie Leveilleur and Prompto Argentum, and all who wish to congratulate the couple on their union are welcome to attend. This event did not come together on its own, and those admiring the layout and decor should find You Watanabe and Clarke Griffin to compliment. After a small, private ceremony in the morning, the reception opens in a sunny afternoon and will last until the evening is deep and spent. In the weeks preceding the event, Prompto delivered invitations to friends and acquaintances in Olympia and Wyver alike, but even if your character comes as a plus one or just happens by, they will be warmly welcomed. This is a day for celebrating bonds, after all. Why not make some new ones?



FOOD & DRINK

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Ringing in such an occasion simply wouldn't do without some good eats and some good drinks. Most of what is available are finger foods, and, thanks to Alisaie's penchant for sweets, finger foods of a decadent persuasion. Guests will find hosts of cookies, pastries, and cupcakes available, but for those who prefer things a bit more savory, there will be charcuterie boards with various crackers, cheeses and veggies. It also wouldn't be a wedding without booze, and various spirits can be found, free for the partaking. Go ahead, get sloshed! Just try not to smash any of the tables, okay? They're just renting this stuff! If your character would be so inclined, cut through the chatter with a clink of your fork and give a toast to the couple! No doubt everyone present would like to hear what you have to say.

And finally, there is, of course the wedding cake, a fine marble confection provided by Shuusei Kagari and adorned with a choice cake topper. Grab a slice after the bride and groom inevitably end up shoving it in each other's faces like assholes.



DANCING

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As the evening draws on, focus turns from food and congratulations to the music. At the center of the festivities where the strings of light meet is a dance floor, a live band at its head playing a variety of music. Some of it is fast and lively, while others are slow and romantic. This part is simple — grab a partner and hit up the dance floor! Or perhaps you are simply waiting to be asked, hovering by the edge of the scene like a wallflower. But isn’t that beat just so catchy? How can you resist a little head-bobbing and hip-swaying? Hope you brought your dancing shoes!



PHOTO BOOTH

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It wouldn’t be a wedding with Prompto’s name attached to it without some kind of photo booth, and while Prompto will certainly be whipping out his camera to snap pictures of everything approximately every five seconds, there is a separate photo booth for individuals or groups to take pictures to their heart’s content. Patrons of the photo booth are, of course, welcome to take whatever sort of photos they would like, but there are also a table full of props and signs nearby for people to make use of. Have at it! Make some memories while you’re here.



LANTERNS AND FIREWORKS

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Towards the end of the event, lanterns will be passed out to the attendees, as well as a match to light them. What are they for, you ask? The instructions are simple: think of a loved one, either in this world or the last, as you light the lantern. At the sign of the first lantern ascending into the sky — Prompto and Alisaie's, of course — release your own and marvel at the sight of all those brilliant, warm lights filling the sky.

As they fly higher and higher and begin to disappear into the darkness, they are soon replaced by fireworks courtesy of Duo Maxwell. As these bright explosions light the night up, the festivities come to an end, and the couple sets out for their honeymoon on chocoboback.


OOC NOTES

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OOC: Welcome to the wedding log! This log is designed to act as a mingle for Prompto and Alisaie's wedding reception and all its associated activities. If you're wondering if your character would have been invited, assume that they were! This is an open event. Feel free to create your own top levels below. There will be an individual top level for greeting Prompto and Alisaie specifically! Happy May Day! ♥

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CEREMONY (CLOSED.)

[punshots]

[ Okay. This is it. The big show. The final countdown. The whole enchilada. What's an enchilada? He doesn't know. But if anything is one, it's this.

For all he's done to prepare himself for this moment, the pep talks and the psych-ups and the breathing exercises, nothing can quite calm his nerves now that they're actually here, dressed in his uniform, his hair slightly more subdued than usual, on a hill some distance away from the Southern Outpost, overlooking the area. For all they're pretty well secluded, he feels alarmingly exposed, like his entire body is a live wire, nerves a jumbled mess, and that's the best he could have hoped for, honestly. It's a miracle he's still on his own two feet, instead of collapsed in a heap, though his shaking knees don't do him any favors.

It helps, of course, that he has his best friend here with him, as a best man and the officiator of the ceremony. Asking Noctis to fill such a role was asking a lot, and Prompto knows that. But when it came down to it, there was really only one choice for who he would ask to do this for them, even if Noctis is perhaps not the most qualified in the actual officiating part. But, whatever. How hard can it be?

Hopefully not too hard, because Prompto can really only focus on his own part, if even that. He waits anxiously at the top of the hill with the prince for Alisaie to make her appearance, which will inevitably prove the true test as to whether or not he can make it through this without passing out cold.

Eyes closed, head first, can't lose. ]

[adelphoi]

[ alisaie does not generally consider herself to be a fussy or anxious type of person, as a whole. her nerves are easily aggravated by large social situations, but other than, you know, existing with other people, she is not the sort of girl to be picky or finicky, and in sharp contrast to prompto's consistent bubbly energy, she is usually rather laid back. it takes quite a bit to knock her off guard.

well, consider her guard knocked.. off. or whatever.

she's not afraid, nor does she have cold feet or second thoughts. alisaie is a decisive, convicted creature by nature, and this decision, however grave and lifechanging, it set into stone in her mind and heart. she wants this, as does he, and though neither of them really need a ceremony to know how much they love one another, it nonetheless feels like an important, necessary milestone.

that does not mean that she cannot be absolutely petrified. she's never been one for much pomp and circumstance, and there are few things more pleasantly uproarious than weddings. she'd had a difficult time even coming out of her room in the gown she'd chosen for the gala, certain she looked absurd all dolled up like a powdered princess, and this is about 100000x more intense. her dress and hair are comparatively simple, but still the spotlight is hard and glaring.

but it is only a handful of them. she and prompto, alphinaud, x'rhun, and noctis (and peo of course, with the rings on a little pillow tied to his back!!). there's nothing she need be afraid of, and when x'rhun takes her arm in his and flashes that soft, reassuring smile of his, her fear evaporates all but instantly. there is nothing to be worried about. nothing to fear. this is the obvious, plausible outcome, the only natural convergence of their paths. and so she steps out onto the grass at last, with her arm in x'rhun's, the brisk, warm wind tugging at her loose hair and skirts, her eyes fixed on prompto, only some few paces away.

he looks as if he's swallowed a bug, which she's sure must be mirrored in her own expression, though it isn't long before a smile breaks through. he looks so sharp and handsome - where had he been hiding that getup all this time? ]

I am here for daughter times!

[verflair]

[ X’rhun had never spared much of a thought to having a family of his own – he had ever been content to let the other boys in his tribe duke it out for the illustrious title of Nunh while he instead sought a life of adventure, and later, sought to make a difference in the lives of his people with his blade and the magicks he commanded.

Even his small handful of pupils, dear as they were to him, were little more than good friends. It took the complete annihilation of Hydaelyn to put things into sharp focus for him, and it was surely by the grace of whatever gods that may be left that Alisaie’s face was the first he saw when waking on the Natha’s station. His first pupil, whom he always remembered fondly for her sharp tongue and the stubborn way she refused to take no for an answer, has become so very much more than that. She is family, a daughter he didn’t realize he needed, and her presence in his life these last moons has filled an aching gap in his heart that he didn’t even know was there.

And now here he is on her wedding day, and he finds he could not be happier. The weather is lovely, perfect even, but the rolling green hills and shining decorations pale in comparison to the bride herself. He practically beams at her as she approaches, offering her his arm so that they may proceed. ]

You look lovely, my dear.

slaps honeymoon down here

[adelphoi]

[ for as wonderful, memorable, and absolutely perfect this entire day has been, by the time the night draws in alisaie is more than ready to be on with it, her social gas tank is empty, and her reserves are on fumes. she's incredibly, indescribably grateful to everyone that came out to with them well (except ardyn), but she's super duper ready to not see another person's face for a good week or so.

except prompto's face, i guess.

and so they're up on chobi's back, riding off into the night after their picturesque wedding, man and wife at last, on the back of their trusty steed. chobi has been such a good boy today, very tolerant, even if he was pecking at people's hair and stuff, but he hasn't complained once about being all dressed up!! so they ride off spectacularly, then take to the air for the trip to the coast, and alisaie is nice enough to let him be Manly for the night and be the driver. it's definitely not because she wants to just lean on his back and maybe doze off a little while he does the work. also, riding a chocobo romantically to a honeymoon is pretty much his dream, and she's a good, dutiful wife!!

when they touch down at last, the landing is enough to rouse her from her light doze, and alisaie hums, her arms around his waist tightening, nuzzling sleepily to the back of his neck. ]

Mm.. here?

HANG OUT WITH THE IDIOTS (OPEN.)

[adelphoi]

[ the ceremony is complete, the festivities in full swing, and at last prompto and alisaie are available to socialize. to socialize a lot. prompto seems pretty excited about it, all beaming smiles and backslapping hugs; alisaie is markedly.. less so, but she has mentally prepared herself for this onslaught of human activity!! and today of all days, nothing can faze her - not even facing down an enormous crowd of people. and so she smiles graciously, and thankfully. truly, the gods must smile upon them in at least this way - it is heartening and humbling both to have the support of so many dear friends, so many smiling faces. even for those who stumbled upon the gathering by accident; it feels good nonetheless to be able to.. give back, even in some small way. to bring joy to peoples' hearts, even just for one night, with fine food and drink and music. gods know they certainly all need a bit of warmth and happiness in their lives right now.

at any rate, prompto and alisaie will hover near the cake table to greet newcomers and thank all those who chose to attend for their time and support, their gratitude apparent in their smiles, touched by each and every person who has come out to celebrate with them.

of course, if you missed them while they were available 'round the cake table, it's not so difficult to find them, so long as you look for the bright white dress. prompto and alisaie are all but attached at the hip, you can find them raiding the food tables quite often, dancing beneath the strung lights, tipping back champagne flutes, or generally being embarrassing anywhere and everywhere around the south outpost. they'll be here 'til the very last minute, and only once the fireworks have concluded will they take their leave on chocoboback. oh, and said chocobo has also been hanging about the southern outpost as well, generally behaving himself, but also possibly stealing snacks from your hands or fancy hairpins from your head.

attached at the hip or no, if your timing is right you of course may be able to catch one of them alone (prompto and alisaie, that is, not the chocobo - or, well, yeah, probably the chocobo too), as alisaie will be spending a great deal of time plucking up sweets from the dessert table, and prompto will be making the rounds with his camera to snap photos of everyone and everything. flag them down! ]

[ ooc; this toplevel can be used to thread with prompto and alisaie as a couple, or one on one, as we won't be making our own toplevels! just specify in the header whether you want prompto, alisaie, or both! ]

To Both

[nysan]

[ Sometime after the ceremony, Shenya, decorated with royal garb, will seek out the couple when they are together. It's clear by the way he has not partaken in the various activities that he is only here to serve one purpose: delivering a wedding gift by hand. ]

I'm afraid I cannot stay long, and it may be rude of me to without an invitation. [ He smiles warmly, and extends a small box with a glass window to display its contents. Within it are two matching necklaces of dragons intertwined with one another. ] A gift, from my husband and I. We do not typically hold ceremonies aside from the Pact, and Shanrian has found the news heartwarming. Perhaps it is a tradition we will consider in the future.

These necklaces will strengthen the bond the two of you already have. It will be a... psychic connection. If one is lost, the other may sense the sights, the sounds, the feel of the rain on another's face. If one is hurt, they will feel where you bleed. If one is nearby, well... I doubt your heart can beat any more than it already does, but you will feel a rush in your chest like no other. Keep one another safe. We value your lives as one of our people.

[ After his elaboration, he will nod, and step back to depart. ]

Both!

[thunderblight]

[ Urbosa is one of the many to show up for the merrymaking, although she's keeping consumption of alcohol and fancy wedding food down to a minimum, perhaps considering the fact she's really only met the groom and bride once. Better not to overstay one's welcome, right?

At any rate, she'll approach the happy couple with a grin on her face as the queue of well-wishers begins to trickle out - raising a hand in greeting as she goes. ]

Vasaaq! Congratulations, you two!

[ Urbosa likely won't be sticking around long, but before she goes... ]

I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you aside from friendship, but maybe this -- [ "This" being two golden bangles she removes from her wrists, gleaming gently in her hands as she holds them out for Prompto and Alisaie to take. ] -- will make up for my lack of wedding gifts.

[ Gerudo goldsmiths were unmatched back in Hyrule, after all, and it's traditional to give a groom and bride gold jewelry for the prosperity symbolism. Maybe they can get them engraved? ]

gimme alisaie

[punshots]

...So, that just happened.

[ ...He means the wedding. The marriage. They're married now.

And for all his nerves beforehand, to say he's elated in this moment would be a terrible understatement. He is practically floating from his felicity, a veritable spring in his step, and he would not be one bit surprised if he had permanent smile wrinkles after today. For all this is exhausting and overwhelming, it's...everything he could have hoped for. All their friends and loved ones near, laughing and having a good time, and...Alisaie at his side, right where she's supposed to be, forever.

It's...surreal, to say the least. She knows better than even himself, perhaps, that he never expected something like this to happen to him, that he thought himself unworthy of love and affection for so much of his life. It still isn't easy to believe he is, sometimes, but on this day, at this very moment, he believes it more than he ever has before. Her vows are still ringing in his ears, his ring warm upon his finger, his promise to her still upon his lips. His heart is full and fit to burst, and yet there is still so much more of this day left ahead of them. It has really only just begun, and now with the ceremony behind them, they only need enjoy themselves and make the most of this time they have gathered with friends and family.

He squeezes her hand — he probably hasn't let go of it once since they left the ceremony — pulling out his camera with his free one, nodding at the cake behind them. He knows this isn't her usual scene, and that's why they'd compromised by having a small ceremony. But even still, he appreciates her patience, that she is willing to entertain a crowd even if she would rather not. It means the world to him.

It's just...beyond good. These moments will be counted among the fondest in his entire life.

He gestures with the camera, a warm, free light dancing in his eyes. ]

C'mon, we gotta get one with the cake!

[ prepare for selfie #958401078 ]

both

[ayes]

[You is perhaps not as gregarious or involved with the wedding as she'd wanted to be, when she'd first learned about it-- as involved as she'd told Prompto she'd be. Even if she's mostly healed from her ordeal, only a few remaining marks and scars on her body, it's left emotional scars that have only just begun to really heal. She doesn't go out much unless she has to. But there was no way she'd miss this. She'd have to be dead. She's wearing a relatively simple strapless pink dress, light cloth to suit the warming temperature, with a pale blue shawl over her exposed shoulders; even if it's warming, it's still early spring and it can get a little chilly. It's not the most ornate of outfits, but making it was a nice change of pace, and it suits her. She totally cried during the service, too, as is evidenced by her slightly smudged makeup, even if the tears are long gone.] That was really nice! See, I told you you could plan a wedding, Prompto.

gimmie the boy

[originallutece]

[It was a beautiful ceremony, Rosalind had thought. Bittersweet, as nearly all displays of romance are when she sees them, but she's happy for the couple. They deserve this happiness, and she's quietly honored to be a part of it. She listens to the exchange, her gaze focused primarily on Prompto, a faint smile on her face.

The party afterwards is all a little too much for her introverted self. She's not built for things like this, loud music and excitement, sweets and laughter and so very many people. She hangs around on the perimeter, watching the happy couple dance (and eat), curiously taking in who the other guests are.

That approach works . . . to a point. It works right up until she feels a beak gently nudging at her intricate hairstyle, trying its best to pry a pin or ten out of her hair. Her expression goes alarmed, stiff, and she turns--

The poor chocobo didn't deserve the look Rosalind is giving him. He squawks nervously, but her hand shoots out, grabbing the reins.]

give me BOTH

[diplomatie]

[ Alphinaud is so very happy today. (And more in his element than Alisaie, it seems, with all the people around.) And when he sees the two of them free from any current conversations, he swiftly moves in to converse with and congratulate them, holding his present for the two of them behind his back. He feels it would be better for him to give it to them in person rather than add it to the pile of gifts, especially considering he's their brother!! He gets to do special things okay.

So he strides up to the two of them, smiling. ]

Congratulations, to the both of you.

[ Hopefully neither of them noticed him tearing up at the ceremony. He tried his best okay but he's too weak to tears. ]

both or either!

[quevalry]

[ there is no way she would miss this.

alisaie is one of the first people she met here, along with prompto, so they're both important friends to her. it's exciting to see a wedding happen. something peaceful and beautiful is much needed after everything that has happened.

clapping her hands together, she grins. ]

Congrats on the big day! I didn't get you a present so... you'll just have to tell me what you want. [ is it poor taste to ask them that?

maybe. but, she's being honest at least. ]

both / either / look he just wants to be happy for the couple

[gekkajuu]

[It's actually happening (or it has happened, rather): a real refugee wedding!! Between Chuuya's birthday two days earlier and this, plus a planned trip to the beach to look forward to, Atsushi is starting to feel like this is quite the party month - and a good thing that is, too! Everything has been extremely depressing, lately. Finally, there are enough positive things to cling to again.]

Congratulations! I'm so happy for you~

[An actual wedding... It's even better than a birthday party. He's just so happy that Alisaie and Prompto love each other so much!]

Since you like photos... here. [He hands them an envelope that contains a gift certificate for one big blow-up of a photo on canvas, and a custom photo album.] I'm sorry it's an Olympian store... I don't know any places like it in Wyver. But if you bring them the photos you like, I'll make sure to deliver everything to your house myself when it's done!

both or either!

[daemonized]

[It’s hard to tell exactly when Ardyn had appeared during the midst of everything happening today. But one thing is for certain — it is indeed the tall figure of Ardyn Izunia who traverses the crowd of people during the party afterwards, lopsided smile on his face, and a glass of sparkling something in his hand. His gait is casual, despite it being more than obvious that he was one person who probably didn’t receive an invitation to the wedding; but does that matter to a man like him? Likely not, considering that he is definitely 100% here today.

At some point, he approaches the young newlyweds. When he speaks, he gestures with his free hand, easy as you please. Like he’s totally supposed to be here.]

Well. Congratulations are in order, are they not? Well-wishes and whatnot, et cetera, et cetera.

[If there is a lingering… something hidden behind the recesses of his smile, he shall not let it show. He’s on good behavior! Even if he knows this will make one specific half of the couple a little uncomfortable!]

I do like the look of the cake.

Prompto first, then both...!

[meinwaifu]

[Hey it's that dog]

[That dog, which simply must have a home somewhere for how often it seems to disappear for days on end before coming back to beg for treats and cuddles. But Alisaie is certainly fond of it, so it's only natural he'd be running around underfoot at the wedding.]

[But right now, he's a doggy on a mission, and that mission involves seeking out Prompto... while he's alone. Which he'll eventually manage, trotting up to him in his usual little pink polkadot bow (And a little white dogy tux?? Heck.) and barking to get his attention.]

prompto because alibae has to continue to be Deceived

[beatupgrass]

[LOOK ROCKET IS HERE. IS EVERYONE HAPPY? HE'S WITH A BUNCH OF SAPPY IDIOTS.

And he's not even drunk yet, but that doesn't stop him from sidling up to Prompto, and saying with something that's almost affection??]

Wipe that stupid grin off your face, Promptly. You look like an even bigger moron than usual.

[It's sad that he's actually trying, and this is his idea of playfully teasing instead of just being mean.]

both/either!

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo's a little late to the party, or, well .. disappeared for a little while to get everything set up for their end of night send off. He's spent a bit of time whittling away fireworks one after another, after all, there's no way he's going to let anyone other than him set them up for optimum show time. Now the challenge is to stay sober enough to set them off himself at the end of the night - but that's more his own personal challenge than anything else.

He's ended up with flowers tucked in to his braid at random intervals at some point in the night when he finally intercepts the couple without anyone else around, grinning warmly and with a dessert or two in hand. ]

Congrats, guys! Everything's all ready to go for the end of the night, too.

[ He figures they might enjoy an update along with their congrats, at least. ]

Prompto

[fisherwife]

[She doesn't know the bride, but that doesn't mean she isn't going to skimp on wedding gifts for both of them-- but since she doesn't know her, Mipha seeks out Prompto alone to give them to him, since she knows him. No offense alisaie.]

Prompto.

[She greets him quietly, smiling all warm and proud for him.] Words can't begin to describe how happy I am for you--for both of you.

for alisaie!

[rev]

[ some time after the ceremony, when Noctis has decided he has given the lovebirds enough time with the others and/or with themselves, he makes a point of finding the bride in particular. not like it's hard to do so or anything when she's the only one dressed in a gown. even though he has been officially invited into their home and has been staying there for some time, he hasn't gotten to know his psuedo sister-in-law well. being as how he wedded them, he feels a personal obligation to make sure that changes. they've got one big mutual interest in the form of a guy with a chocobo's butt on his head, after all.

so he specifically waits for a moment where Prompto has pried himself from his wife for more than five seconds to approach the woman. it just so happens to be that some nice music is playing. even if he'd normally feel weird and unnatural in a situation like this, he's surprisingly calm as he extends a hand in her general direction as an invitation of sorts. ]

Care to dance? I don't think officiants normally do so with the bride, but... eh.

[ shrug. take the hand, Ali. you know you wanna. ]

annnnd for prompto!

[rev]

[ after sharing a dance with Alisaie and spending some time together, Noctis goes in hiding again for a while. maybe that's when he got drunk, or perhaps fought with Ardyn. who knows. regardless of any and all events that have unfolded involving him, it's later on in the evening and maybe an hour or so before the finale with the fireworks. things have begun to wind down, most people no doubt wearing themselves out trying to keep up with the energy that follows Prompto at all times.

when the former prince resurfaces, it's at the southern outpost where the best creature of all time lies in wait. to see that there's chocobos here is quite possibly the best moment of the entire marriage. maybe even better than smooshing his best friend and his wife's lips together in holy matrimony. Noct has been petting and playing with the soft feathers at its neck for sometime now, only snapping his attention away from the bird when he notices Prompto, whether it's from a small distance or because the groom has seen him and came over. his stare is one of disappointment. ]

Dude. Not telling me about the marriage until the last minute is one thing, but the chocobo? How could you hold out? I'm not mad. Just disappointed.

[ he's half-smiling like usual, so that must mean he's just playing around. maybe. chocobo talk is serious, though. ]

ota!!!

[diplomatie]

i;

[ Now that Alphinaud's done tearing up during the ceremony and giving a nice speech about how important his sister and Prompto are to him and how glad he is for the two of them (he's good at speeches, it probably went on long enough for his sister to get bored), he's turned to the food. He's the type to be The Designated Sober Guy, so rather than getting himself smashed, he's eating a respectable amount of the food and mostly watching the party while conversing with anyone who comes too close to him.

So whenever you come near the food he's standing by, you'll be unwittingly entering a conversation with a small elf boy who looks a lot like the bride. Except he's in a tux, of course. ]

Enjoying your time?

[ It may not be his wedding but he wants it to go as well as possible for his sister. ]

ii;

[ Alphinaud knows how to dance, though it's only the slow-dancing variety (he grew up a rich kid, okay). Though regardless of whether the song playing is fast or slow, he doesn't join in. Attempting the ... moves that the fast songs elicit is Too Much for him, and attempting to ask a girl to dance with him when the music slows is also Too Much. He may be good at talking, but he is very far from good at anything remotely romantic anymore without feeling embarrassed.

So instead, he stands on the edge watching everyone dance (also quietly making sure any of the people who got drunk earlier don't make a mess or get hurt). ]

iii;

[ Look. Okay. Ever since he learned of cameras from Prompto, he's been interested in them and especially interested in taking good pictures with them. And when he notices everyone else is out dancing and partying, he quietly makes his way to the photo booth. To practice his photo taking.

It's very important to him that he be able to take professional and flattering photos. Who knows when he's going to need to!! He's just very concerned with his respectability and appearance, okay.

So ... if you happen to stumble upon him, try not to make it too embarrassing for him to realize he's been caught. Because he's definitely trying to find his "good side" while posing and then quickly looking at the camera to see if it came out fine or awkward. What a nerd. ]

ii

[baldesion]

[Let it be said that all of this is still very strange. To Krile, Alisaie has gone from relatively brazen but forthright action-taker to "I've found love and we're marrying" in the span of a week or two.

That said, she would not miss such a celebration while she has the wherewithal to attend it. For rather obvious reasons, though, dancing is also quite beyond her, no matter the tune.

Alphinaud, on the other hand, looks as though he is not enjoying the isolation.

The voice at his hip ought to change that!]

At least consider looking a bit less sullen over it all.

ota, sneaky Maxwell edition

[braidedwonder]

i. firework set up

[ After the ceremonies and while the party is starting up, one Duo Maxwell may be seen sneaking off away from the wedding party. He's moving casually as ever, but quietly, making sure that he's not going to totally ruin the surprise he's been working on since Prompto mentioned the wedding and Duo offered to use his explosives expertise for some entertainment instead of some chaos. He's gone to great lengths to make sure that everything burns gold and red, the wedding colors, even attempting to make sure that some make shapes - namely corny ass hearts because it's a wedding, so why not?

After some rooting around he'll cross back over to head out in to the grass, a covered bundle carefully cradled in his arms like a baby.

.. A baby with long hanging fuses and stakes, but a baby. ]

ii. chocobo decoration

[ Another arts and crafts project Duo's been working on since he met Prompto's chocobo when he came to visit Deathscythe - wreathes of flowers and little decorations for the bird. Duo approaches it carefully enough, for once not barreling in, offering snacks in exchange for the chocobo's patience as he fastens little wreathes and garlands, sometimes little good luck charms he's picked up off of the locals since the Shaman incident.

What gives him away, though, may be a little yelp or two of 'hey! easy!' when the chocobo goes for his braid, a distressed Deathscythe Hell pilot holding on to his hair and offering a snack in exchange. ]

It's just some decorations!

iii. wildcard

[ meet up with Duo anywhere in the wedding, probably with a drink or a dessert in hand! ]

ii!

[quintessent]

[There's a laugh from behind him.]

I am not sure that they prefer to be decorated.

[But what does she know about giant bird creatures. Allura approaches by Duo's side, although she is keen to stay out of immediate beak-range of the chocobo. Her hair makes for a much larger target if he keeps harassing the bird, especially now that it's down, spilling in tresses down her back.]

And I think he looks fine the way he is.

Ota! Come at me bros ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[thunderblight]

ONE || DANCING (AND DRINKS!)

[ There really is nothing like attending a wedding party, is there? Prompto and Alisaie are clearly well-liked among their peers to judge from the turnout; the atmosphere is jovial, only increasing after the low buzz of conversation is swelled by music from the band.

Urbosa herself is quite okay with just relaxing at one of the tables around the dance floor, enjoying the ambience and a glass of what appears to be a very modest amount of white wine.

Feel free to pull up a chair, friend! She's always happy to socialize.
Or feel free to invite her to dance, but good luck with that height difference.. ]

TWO || WILDCARD

[ Choose another prompt if you like, or bring one of your own! ]

[fisherwife]

[It's still a bit of a thrill to look out and see such a familiar sight like Urbosa, towering above them all. Mipha wastes no time in moving to her side, taking a seat.]

Urbosa. Are you enjoying yourself? [She glances to the wine glass in the other woman's hand, amused. CLEARLY SHE WAS...] This is the first wedding we refugees have had here.

ota!

[rev]

one — post-ceremony.

[ what does Noctis do after stressing himself out internally throughout the entire ceremony between Prompto and Alisaie? get a damn drink. he allows the bride and groom some time with the rest of their party after partaking in their special moment together and ducks out to the nearest bar serving alcohol. the prince isn't a drinker by any means, disliking the strong taste of alcohol and being quite the despicable lightweight on top of that. does that stop him from taking a shot of limoncello and downing it one fell swoop? nope.

the scrunched up face that follows shows how much he enjoyed it. said glass is slammed down against the bar counter as he shivers and shakes his face reluctantly. a few seconds of simply standing there with a blank face follows before he offers it back to the bartender that filled it the first time. ]

Hit me with another.

[ he's dealing with a lot of thoughts and emotions right now, okay. let him be self-destructive. or maybe join him. or stop him. any of those could be good or... bad...?? ]

two — photo booth.

[ regardless of if someone's stopped him from drinking, we'll go ahead and assume he sneaked in a few extra shots or a glass of wine or something. it all begins to taste the same once you get tipsy, which is exactly what Noctis is right now. not that he needs alcohol to act a fool for a photo booth, if Prompto's camera roll has anything to say about it.

it does help him go ahead and pull out a bunch of props. in one hand is a pair of lips and a mustache on separate sticks, and in the other is a rather obnoxious chain made of fake gold that is in the process of being hung around his neck. on his head is a pirate hat. no, i am not taking actual props i may or may not have put on my head or body over this past week. either way, Noctis looks like a mess when considering he's dressed to the nines for the occasion.

don't mind him as he beckons your attention with the big ole lips waving in your direction. yes, you. even if he doesn't know you, he's talking! ]

Don't let me take these photos by myself. That's just... sad.

three — dancing!!!

[ or at least, uh. someone who might secretly want to dance? Noct's sobered up by now, and as tempting as it is to maybe hide away in a nearby corner or dip out early altogether, he wants to make the most of his best friend's special day. the bad news is that he doesn't really know a whole lot of people here, so he is awkwardly holding himself at the outer edge of the dance floor, body subtly rocking from side to side as the slow music begins to play. he's even got his hands stuffed in his pockets in an attempt to make himself not look awkward.

let him know how successful or unsuccessful he's being. or make eye contact with him long enough to summon the courage to ask you to dance. or just ask him yourself. just don't let him stand by himself any longer, ok. stand by me is the lyric in the song!!! ]

four — wildcard.

( noct's probably all over the place whether he likes it or not, so you know the drill. hmu w/ whatever! )

u know

[daemonized]

[It’s a crowd, and so the chatter of various voices all converge to become the buzzing of white noise. Not one more prominent than the other — the usual fare, where parties are concerned. And yet there’s something about that particular voice that Ardyn instinctually hones in on. He’s close enough to hear it, close enough for it to make him freeze mid-step, cutting off whatever path he had planned to take. All thoughts go out the window, none of them as important as verifying if the voice he hears truly belongs to the face he already has pictured in his mind.

Noctis.

It doesn’t take long to confirm it. Striding over, he can spot the outline of the young man standing at the bar, having tossed down a drink and brazenly asking for another. The same Noctis as before; that is, ten years too young to line up with Ardyn’s own ‘timeline’.

More proof of his work being unwound and undone. But bitterness does not spike immediately, only the sensation of excitable patronization as he comes up from behind him.]

Awake again, and without even the smallest shred of decency to let me know?

ota;

[daemonized]

dancing;

[Ardyn is many things, some flattering, some definitely not. But in his very long existence, there is one characteristic that he’s never been defined by: shyness. Always ready to showboat, always flamboyant and over-the-top, the ex-Chancellor has no problem showing off in front of familiar faces and strangers alike. He has no problem dancing in front of them either (one and the same), and even less of a problem walking up to someone who catches his interest for whatever reason — perhaps they’ve been prominent on the dance floor, maybe they’re being a wallflower. Whatever it is, Ardyn walks up to them, and extends a hand with a flourish of a gesture.]

Care for a dance? I know you’re just dying to.

dancing (closed to x’rhun);

[It’s his friend that he’s zeroed in on this time, coming up to the man and tapping him on the shoulder to grab his attention. He wears a vague mischievous smile, for he knows this request might settle awkwardly in the other’s mind. For quite obvious reasons.

But to Ardyn, of course this is just all the more reason to ask.]

Dance with me. In the middle of the dance floor, for all the view and ponder at.

lanterns;

[He had initially turned down a lantern, but the individual handing them out would not take no for an answer, and shuffled one into his hands before he could decline any further. And so Ardyn Izunia stands with a lantern in one hand and a match to light it in another, with the obligation of thinking of a loved one.

This sort of sentiment is not made for public display, and probably impossible to dredge up in a man like him. He could light it and be done with it, his mind offering absolutely no such thing before letting it float up into the sky — but Ardyn, being Ardyn, instead turns to the closest person and says:]

It’s your lucky day. You get to think of two people.

[Because he is totally handing this lantern over.]

wildcard;

[Ardyn can be found here and there, doing an assortment of things! AKA just hit me with whatever prompt you want and I’ll roll with it!]

[verflair]

[ This is not the first time he’s spotted Ardyn milling around, and truth be told he’s been keeping a sharp eye on the other man whenever he’s able. He hopes that trouble won’t arise from his presence, but it’s difficult to say, knowing Ardyn as he does.

He offers a slow quirking of one brow at the request, hands on his hips. ]

If I recall, were you not un-invited?

[ He says, sounding in no way surprised that Ardyn found his way here anyway. ]