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[revlon]

Who: Peggy Carter (revlon), Steve Rogers (starspangle) & Various
What: The wedding!
When: Dec 1
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): N/A

[ To anyone who knows Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter, this wedding has been a long time coming — almost too long. So perhaps it isn't surprising at all that once they finally got engaged, the ceremony fell into place fairly quickly. Neither of them are ones for much fuss so they've decided to have it up on the station so friends and guests can attend no matter where on the island they live. And while the exhibition hall on Thesa isn't the English countryside or a church in New York City, this day is still uniquely theirs and intrinsically tied to the life they've made here.

It's an intimate late afternoon ceremony with wide windows overlooking the vastness of space and its twinkling stars. Steve, in a sharp suit one might recognise from last December's holiday gala, has Bucky Barnes as his best man and Claire Fraser is there for Peggy as matron of honour — the first friend she made in this new world. With so many absent friends, the bride decides to walk herself down the short aisle and the wedding gown is an understated, elegant affair in satin with a touch of beaded lace, expertly tailored by Claire's own hands. When the bride and groom meet, Captain Kirk begins:

"Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all ship's masters have had one happy privilege. That of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony. And so we are gathered here today with you, Margaret Elizabeth Carter, and you, Steven Grant Rogers, in the sight of your fellows..."

And once they are pronounced Mr and Mrs Rogers, the party can officially begin! There's a hodgepodge dinner buffet courtesy of the mess hall (and cake later, of course) so perhaps you're trying to decide where to start first; or maybe you've forgone the food for the self-service bar with wine, whiskey, and beer. (Champagne for the toast!) If tipple isn't to your tastes, then maybe the dancing is — it isn't big band swing music, but it's close enough, and you're attending the wedding of some golden oldies from the 1940s so there's sure to be someone cutting a rug. Or maybe you're taking a breather from all that and taking in the view of the stars and the planet below.

Whatever your fancy, mingle and enjoy! ]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire probably shouldn't say anything about the woman's eating habits, but. But. She's worried for the dress. It's her duty, as matron of honor, to make sure the bride doesn't drop anything on herself in the process of inhaling her food.]

Are we in a hurry?

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[revlon]

[ She's scarfed down many a meal in many a fine dress, her friend needn't worry about this one. Her lipstick is also, somehow, impeccable despite the especially cheesy thing she's taken a bite out of. ]

What? [ Said around a half-chewed mouthful like the lady she is. Peggy swallows, then laughs, appropriately abashed. But not for long. ] Old wartime habits, darling. You never know when you've got to leap into action — or in this evening's case, conversation. Hello.

ty darling

[nineteenfortyfive]

Love is a battlefield, or so they say, but you're through the worst of it. The wedding tends to be the nightmare. [Or so she hears. She had one hell of a hangover, her last wedding.] But, hello.

How's it feel?

[To finally be wed.]

[revlon]

[ There's nothing nightmarish about this, possibly because she didn't want too much of a fuss and had help for the bits that required a bit more of it. Food, music, the dress, and a gathering of guests. It all came together as it needed to. At Claire's question, Peggy laughs again, shrugging. ]

No different, really. Maybe because we just made official what was a done deal for ages. [ She knows this isn't a good enough answer, however, so she adds with the uttermost sincerity, ] But I am thrilled.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Good. I'm very glad to hear it. The two of you deserve this.

[A nice wedding, just as they want. Perhaps not everyone is here--but they are, and now it's official.]

[revlon]

I'm sure you're thinking it's about bloody time.

[ She knows it in her heart, really. ]

Bless you for enduring those months in our little apartment.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[The look on her face says yes, quite.]

They were good times. It's an honor to be a part of the Rogers-Carter story.

[revlon]

The honour is mine, Mrs Fraser.