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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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["Play with fire" is the only one on that list that gets a blink from her. But the other ones sound interesting in their own right, and Lunafreya adds them to her mental list of things she might want to try.]

Indeed, it is. My own expertise is with tridents and other polearms. If you should like a training partner, I would be happy to offer my time to you, Lup.

[Lup's eyes light up at once.]

Oh sweet Fantasy Jesus, yes. No one I've talked to knows a damn thing about polearms, and I'm having a hell of a time trying to figure out balance. It's so top-heavy! I more or less know swords, but it's been- [-half a century-] -years since I learned a new weapon.

[Lunafreya's face lights up, pleased to have come across something she can offer her expertise in.]

That would be quite the adjustment indeed. But if you've some fighting prowess already, it shan't be difficult to learn. I can tell you how to wield it efficiently whenever we decide to meet for sparring.

Hell yeah, I'm up for it! Eventually I'll even give you a decent challenge.

[Her confidence can't be swayed; even if she has no current skill for something, she has absolute faith that one day she'll be awesome at it.]

I've no doubt you will. For my part, I'm glad for the excuse to keep up with my own practice. It's been a long time since I last sparred with someone, or needed to use my trident for self-defense.

Ooh, trident, huh? Don't suppose you're any sort of water elemental?

Not quite. I would say I am associated with Light more than any other element. No, the trident was favored by those in my line of...occupation for many years, so the same was expected of me.

What kind of occupation is that?

[Fighting as a family business? Wouldn't be the first time she's come across such a thing.]

I would liken it to being a priestess, I suppose.

[The wryest of smiles, right here.]

Tridents were used more as ritual tools, but we were taught self-defense with them as well.

Oho, a warrior priestess. Sounds a bit like a cleric to me. Do you heal and talk to god by any chance?

[Lunafreya laughs and inclines her head.]

Well guessed. I did indeed do both those things, though I only have the former now. If you are ever in need of me, I'm at your service.

Sweet fantasy baby Jesus, we finally have a cleric in town. You're my new favourite person.

[Not that they get much in the way of injuries, technically, but having a healer around is important, okay.]

[That draws a laugh out of her, bright and amused.]

I didn't realize the situation was so dire. But it is a pleasure to fill that role for Havenwell, as it was to do so in my own world.

Well, I don't know if dire is an appropriate word. For the most part this place is pretty chill, no huge dangers to speak of. Don't even think anyone's died in the year and a half I've been in town.

[There were... probably a few close calls? But really, nothing major. Only a couple of mini-apocalypses.]

Really though, there's no discounting the value of having a healer around. Even a shitty one's better than none.

[Oh...that first bit was a joke. Hm, she might have to work on that.]

I promise that I am no second rate cleric. And from what I've seen so far, there is little negative consequence from using my magic on others— that is, there no backlash from different worlds using different magics. That is quite fortunate, as well.

Oh yeah, magic meshes real well here. I use it on all sorts of people, nobody's had an allergic reaction yet.

[Which is good, because who knows what sort of lawsuits her cafe would end up collapsing under. Most of the food is enchanted, after all.]

So your magic is outside the realm of the elemental? I should like to hear about that one day, perhaps after we do that sparring.

Ah, I don't mind talking shop. My magic's all sorts of things, but "elemental" is actually the best description for most of it. My specialty is called evocation.

[Lunafreya nods in a 'go on' sort of way, completely fascinated.

Magic in Eos has always fallen under strictly categorical types, with very little variation and always closely guarded by family lines. So Lup's magic in comparison being "all sorts of things" seems to fit her very well— bright with possibility, unlimited by defined boundaries. Though Lunafreya would admit she hasn't known her very long at all.]

[Ahh, such a captive audience. Lup's all for it.]

Are you familiar with wizards? We're very versatile. Anything from summoning fire from nothing to conjuring illusions to make us look like someone else. Or make someone else look like someone else, that sort of thing. For the most part, arcane magic is only limited by the imagination of whoever's casting it- assuming they've got the right ingredients on hand.

Limited only by the imagination...

[Lunafreya wouldn't consider herself un-imaginative, but she certainly feels more rooted in the real and tangible, for all that she's incredibly spiritual.]

It's an incredibly impressive list of abilities. I daresay you would be able to go toe-to-toe with the best spellcasters from my world, if not outclass them entirely.

From what I've heard of your world, it doesn't have much to offer in the way of magic to begin with! No slight against you all, but it's awfully exclusive, isn't it?

[All tied up in bloodlines and gods and whatnot... that's too limiting in her mind.]

[She inclines her head in agreement.]

It is, indeed. I've no idea to the reasons why myself, and I was privy to more of the gods' thoughts than most. Had more Eosians been gifted with magic, they might have been better equipped to deal with the dangers that plagued our world. [A wry smile.] Fortunately, there were many brave souls that would fight for everyone even without such powers.

Gods are kinda fickle that way- I think that's the case in any world. I do on occasion admire those brave idiots who run into a fight without being able to shoot fireballs, though.

As do I. It is often because they aren't reliant on magic that they are much more capable of thinking on their feet, and win their battles through cleverness instead.

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