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♥ Who: Era & Ardbert & OTA
♥ Where: Lup's Fabulous Mansion
♥ When: Evening of December 12th
♥ What: Wedding Ceremony (invitees only) & Reception (OTA)
♥ Rating: PG-13

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INVITEES

{all invitees can bring a +1 if they choose}
• Lup
• Honerva
• Emet-Selch
• Ardyn
• Regis
• Noctis
• Prompto
• Ignis
• Lunafreya
• Lance

The mansion will open to all offworlders who wish to attend the reception — no invites needed for that!

THE CEREMONY (INVITEES ONLY)

Takes place in a cozy outdoor garden beneath a starry night sky. There are comfortable benches set up with enough space for everyone invited, as well as a not-insignificant number of reserved seating for people who cannot attend. The aisle is bordered by thistles, and lit by warm lanterns. At the end of the aisle is a small platform beneath an elf tree decorated with fairy lights.

Carbuncle leads the procession, acting as the 'flower girl' by shaking a basket of petals around as it trots along. It is followed by Era, who is walked down the aisle by Regis, and waiting for her at the end is Ardbert, flanked by her chocobo and his amaro, all looking very dapper in their tailored coattails and ties. She wears a long robe so deep a grey it looks almost black, and her face is obscured by a mask. She carries a artichoke bouquet.

When she steps up to meet her betrothed he lowers her hood and removes her mask. They're both smiling, clearly head-over-heels for each other. Her bouquet is handed over to Seto for safekeeping, knowing Peki would simply eat it (though Peki reaches over with his long neck and promptly eats it anyway).

There is a priest (grabbed at the last minute from the nearest temple) ready to begin the ceremony. It goes quickly and with hardly any fuss. There is no mention of gods or religion—just loyalty, commitment, and love. Hythlo, their amaro chick, is the ring bearer, and does an admirable job (even if he does run to Noctis instead of Ardbert at first).

In the end Era's vows are very simple: "I love you."

Ardbert abandons the vows he came up with earlier, following his wife's lead with an equally simple: "I love you, too."

Their first kiss is short and sweet. Ardbert has his fingers twined with hers and she can't stop blushing, looking shyly down at the ring on her finger. Familiar with her discomfort in being at the center of attention, Ardbert jovially ~~pulls the aggro~~ calls out:

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go eat!"

THE DINNER (INVITEES)

The meal will be held place in a second room made to look like another section of the garden from the ceremony. The dining tables are rustic picnic benches lit by warm candles in crystalline cups. Overhead is a balcony of arched branches, decorated with fairly lights and strings of crystalline beads (1).

Now devoid of her robe, Era wears a dress with flowing skirts that glitter like the night sky and a top as white as the Light that joined her and her husband together as one. Her hair is loose for once, and her auracite pendant hangs openly from her neck for all to see, as well as the scars on her back she rarely reveals.

The meal is largely made up of hearty, traditional foods like creamy lamb stew, potatoes of all kinds, myriad other vegetables, warm and buttery dinner rolls, various beverages (including both pomegranate and caelumfruit wines), etc., though if there's nothing that tickles your fancy available one of the moogle attendants will do their best to fulfill specific requests. The dinner will be served up to a maximum of nine courses, so hopefully you brought an appetite. Era sure did, and can be found stuffing her face alongside Ardbert in a way most unbefitting a bride, but very fitting for a Warrior or Light.

At the end of the meal they cut their two cakes (one apple-pomegranate and one ice cream), and when Ardbert smashes a slice of cake in Era's face he smartly chooses the non-frozen one. Despite having agreed to smashing cake in each other's faces Era is so excited to eat cake that it completely slips her mind, leaving her blinking up at Ardbert in utter confusion as bits of cake fall on top of her plated slice. (She finds it all very funny once she clues in, as does Ardbert).

**note: invitees will have their dinner first, but there will be food available throughout the reception! it just will be more of a buffet than a proper dinner.

THE RECEPTION

The main reception hall is a recreation of the main hall of Fortemps Manor, albeit a little smaller (1, 2, 3, 4). There is plenty of seating for those who wish to relax in a comfortable chair, or some peace and quiet to snack on finger-foods.

To the left of the main foyer is a medium-sized room with bright, focused lighting suitable for excellent photographs. The garden area is where one might go for that sort of background, but in this room guests can choose from a number of options - a few spots somewhere in Havenwell if they want a more grounded picture, or a different city entirely, an ocean view, a crowded party scene... plenty to choose from. Whatever is selected will be magically projected onto the opposite wall and floor where anyone can pose.

Prompto has been asked to act as the wedding photographer, though he won't be constrained to this room, so guests may have to find him or someone else to help. If they do not have a photographer handy, they can pass their camera or communicator over to one of the mansion servants who is standing by at the door, a semi-translucent floating moogle. The moogle will politely take any photo that the guests ask for until they're satisfied.

On the opposite side of the foyer is a large square area with a beautifully patterned floor, tiled and sturdy, well-suited for dancing or moving about, if guests wish to spend a little time prancing in their lovely outfits. Small cocktail tables and comfortable chairs line the outside area for when you need to rest your feet, and one corner has a band of moogles playing music, switching instruments in and out as needed between songs depending on the mood they're going for. None of them are singing, but there is a microphone if anyone feels like getting... impromptu. Just don't ruin it for everyone else... the moogles also double as bouncers on command.

A small room off to the side of the garden acts as the combination restroom/powder room, with segmented areas for privacy as well as a space to freshen up, cool down, and escape the rest of the party for a bit. It's as fancy as the rest, all marble and gleaming tile, clean and softly-lit. Imagine the nicest hotel bathroom you've ever seen, and that's about what to expect from this room.

MANSION NOTES:

• anything taken out of the mansion that was created within it will dissipate into smoke once passing through the portal, so no food, furniture, or servants can be stolen. (go ahead and try, though.)

• though only a handful will be visible and working at any given time, there are 100 servants hiding in the woodwork somewhere. anyone who causes enough of a ruckus that the bride and groom wish them to be removed will immediately be swarmed by moogles and tossed out the door.

• the mansion is active for 24 hours or until dispelled, so feel free to party as long as you want, unless the happy couple (or Lup) decides it's time for you to go the heck home already.

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Here. [ She calls for his attention softly, stepping into view and lifting up a hand. Her fingers brush at the strand of hair he had been fiddling with, sweeping it somewhat to the side instead of it falling squarely upon the middle of his forehead.

This wedding has affected him, the ceremony especially having caused him to grow quiet, and she can hazard a guess as to why. ] Hope you don't mind a little fussing.

[ --Playfully fussing, as she's not exactly drastically changing anything about his hairstyle. All she wants is to distract him for a while, and she does so by finally allowing that strand of hair to fall back exactly to where it had been before, nodding to herself with a satisfied smile, bringing her hand to his cheek. ]

...Mm. Still perfect.

[Noctis closes his eyes and lets her fuss, and when her hand shifts to his cheek he draws his own up to curl fingers around hers, mustering a small smile. She has that knowing look in her eyes, like she understands. He hates to have been caught in his own bittersweet musings, but he feels a sliver of gratefulness for it, too.]

And you, still trying to beef up my ego.

[ She tilts her head, her smile coy, not one bit ashamed as if she's been caught in the aforementioned act of boosting his ego. ]

Mm... Is it working?

With you? It usually does.

[He exhales faintly, tugging her hand down but lacing their fingers together in one smooth motion, intent on holding on for now.]

Real nice party.

[ And hold his hand, she does. Pyra won't be letting go anytime soon.

But she knows that wonderful food, delicious drinks, dancing, music, and his family all being here might still not make up for all that he feels. ]

You've been to weddings before, haven't you? How does this compare.

Um... stuffy, mostly. Usually went to weddings for like, heads of state or old Lucian nobles, the sort of people who could get away with inviting the royals without it looking too weird if we actually showed up.

[He'd probably have gone to more weddings he'd received invites for (out of guilt, or obligation, or just to get out more sometimes, honestly), but Ignis was excellent at sorting through pleas for his company and figuring out who had good intentions or not.]

This is better, I think. Feels a lot more genuine than the sort of big production party where who you had in attendance seemed to matter more than the new couple. Most of those, I barely knew anybody beyond their name and title.

[ And seeing how much of a closet wallflower he is now at almost every party she's seen him at, she can only imagine how uncomfortable he must have been at those parties being the center of attention... even when the attention was supposed to be upon the couple instead. This must be a nice change of pace for him. ]

...Let me guess, while you were the center of attention, you weren't allowed to stuff your face with as much cake as you pleased?

Nailed it in one. [Noctis smiles sidelong at her, faintly amused.] Gotta look all serious and dignified for the crowd. Especially since everybody had cellphones- last thing we needed was a candid shot of me in the morning paper with icing on my face.

[ She knows that it is the least of his grievances with such dignitary weddings, but it is a lighter spin on the topic. ]

And now you're not the center of attention at this wedding! Shall I grab some cake to smear it on your face? [ She leans in, whispering in complete jest (if it wasn't obvious enough that she's exaggerating-- cake on one's face is just a waste, after all), ] It would be making up for all the missed opportunities.

[He scoffs that that, small smile at last curving into a grin.]

I know you're kidding, but all I can think is that Era would probably shank us for wasting food like that.

[ She giggles. ] You're probably right-- okay, okay, different idea, then, of doing something at a wedding you've never gotten to do before as a prince....

[ She makes a face-- her best thinking face, low brow, slightly pouted lips, her free hand to her cheek-- and then beams, eyes lighting up theatrically with an idea. ]

Taking off your tie.

[ How scandalous! ]

[...Pfft. Adorable.] That's risque.

[His free hand lifts to tug at it, loosening the knot a little.]

You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?

[ The movement of his hand at the tie at his neck catches her sight. A moment later, she meets his gaze. ] Cross my heart. [ There's a wink added afterwards-- he knows her secret in regards to hearts, and she'll keep this one of his. ]

And if you're caught, you can tell them it was my idea.

It doesn't sound very gentlemanly for me to let my date take the fall.

[The tie comes free easily enough, and he twines it loosely around his hand and wrist, waggling one end softly against her nose.]

And what am I supposed to do with it now?

[ Her nose twitches as the tie brushes it, and she reaches for the end with her free hand, also twirling it around her wrist to make it taut between them. ] I see.. three options.

You could burn it, and-- [ Dramatically, ] forevermore be relieved of the burden of wearing a tie.

You could wear it as a headband, to show how rebellious you are.

[ Pyra tugs at the tie, pulling him in. ] Or we could play a little game of tug-of-kiss.

[He doesn't resist her pull, scooting closer with lifted brows.]

Don't think I know that game. Wanna fill me in?

[Though the name does somewhat give it away, he'd like to hear it.]

[ She twines the tie one more time about her hand, causing him to be pulled in closer. Her gaze searches his face, lingering to his lips, then meeting his eyes. ]

Isn't it obvious?

[Aha.

He twists his wrist around the tie in turn, tugging her in, their faces mere breaths away.]

I think I'm getting a feel for the rules.

It's a game in which...

[ She pulls the tie a little tighter. ] ...we both lose. [ Her lips quirk against his, and they're close enough that she may n longer focus upon his face as a whole. ] Or maybe--

[ At last, a kiss from her to him, sweet and meaningful and soft. Her lips linger on his, and she pulls away with a humble, satisfied smile. ] we both win.

[Oh no, how terrible- a kiss. He returns it until she withdraws, his gaze shifting from her lips to her eyes after a lingering moment. He tastes a bit like the wine from dinner.]

Is it up to a vote? I don't feel like much of a loser right now, so... I prefer the alternative.

[ As if she would vote that sharing a kiss to him would be losing anything at all, unless this were a game to draw out and abstain the temptation. That's neither here nor there, and besides, they've already shared a kiss. ]

A sweeping, total victory, then! [ She giggles, bumping her those against his. Even then, she feels as if he conquers her often-- with a smile, with a look, with a touch or taste. ] How do you do it, you just learned this game not even a minute ago!

Don't know if anyone's told you, but I'm really good at games.

[This isn't a video game, but it's also very, very easy to kiss her. His wrist turns, brushing his hand against hers, though his tangle of the tie is loosening a little.]

Wanna go another round?

[ She loosens her end of the tie as well, now only holding onto the very end of it. ]

Just say when.

[ How fast can she tug at the tie to bring him into another kiss! Well, she's willing to find out, and she's prepared, her eyes gleaming with mirth. ]

[He tilts his head curiously, his smile curling into a smirk.]

When?

[Does that count?]

[ As soon as he says it, she’s PULLING THE TIE!! Wrapping it about her wrist, too, oooh, she’s going to win this! ]

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