Hippolyta, meanwhile, is inside said small room, staring at a small pot of eye shadow in front of her. She's got a sheet draped around her neck, so as not to get her dress dirty from her make-up routine. Wouldn't that just suck? A splash of green eye shadow on her ivory dress? Or, worse, a smear of black mascara when she drops her application wand?
...Which she does right now. Smeg. Her hands are shaking.
"Yeah. You want this, and you know it's going to be just fine, but it's a huge step. Isis and I could have spent our time together with no formal commitment, but... I wanted more." She watches, then sighs.
"Give me that, I'll put it on you." She holds her hand out for the wand.
Djehuty and family arrive early, of course. The god has his lunar crown tucked under one arm, and is darting firm "sit quietly and don't be a nuisance" looks at his son, who shrugs this off and eyes the dragonoid inquisitively. Cool! Monstery-type people!
The god drifts quietly toward the back rooms, to be useful if needed.
Ramon is squirreled away somewhere in one of the side rooms of the Hall of Water, already dressed in his own wedding finery; a black and gold variation of his usual attire, complete with the well-known and ever present hat.
He's pacing and wringing his hands. He's going to have to go out there sooner or later and at least greet the guests as they arrive; bless Barong for volunteering to help with ushering them to their seats and otherwise covering for him.
Dios. Dios mio. Today really is the day.
The castellan finally decides he simply needs to bite the bullet and go out into the hall proper. He'll calm down eventually. Hopefully. Oof.
He can eventually be found standing near the entrance of the hall, greeting people as they enter, as well as getting encouragement from his Balinese lion friend.
Gale is clad in an immaculately pressed grey suit, complete with orange tie. He's also doffed his hood, for this particular occasion. The tuner has obviously never been to a wedding before, so he's more than a little curious, possibly in awe behind that sober face of his.
Well, he does break that reserved shell to give the groom a genuine smile.
"This is quite breathtaking, Ramon. How are you doing?"
You'll excuse Ramon for a moment, won't you, Gale, when his own nervous expression breaks to one of overwhelming gladness and relief and he hugs the Tuner tightly around the waist. He does so so quickly and suddenly that he manages to lose his hat in the process. But that's okay, the Barong picks it up carefully in his teeth and sits waiting quietly for when Ramon wants it back.
"Gale! Gale, I'm so glad you're here. It's so good to see you. I can't remember the last time I have! Either way, I'm so happy you could make it."
Despite being dressed in his finest, Gale is still looking a little worse for wear. He's taken something like quadruple the usual dose of Vorapate and spent the day before the wedding in his second form, decimating an entire herd of caribou. Okay, that might be hyperbole, but not by much. (Also, lay the fuck off, PETA.)
This morning, he flinched a little when he woke up with, ahem, blue arms. No amount of concentration could get them back to their pink, human state, and his shirt still needed to be starched and pressed. Hence the reason why he's currently wearing a pair of gloves, and his sleeves are just a little too short for his arms
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While Eiko tends to Hippolyta, Isis arrives in the Hall of Water. This is probably about the second or maybe third wedding she's actually been to (And this is not including her own). Although this is her first time here, and she ends up looking around the castle in somewhat wonder. Wow that's impressive.
In a couple of hours, the soon-to-be-Salazars may regret inviting the whole Sheppard-Liddell clan. But, for now? Donna has come up with a very creative method of keeping track of her toddlers; the skirt of her very lovely, made-to-specification blue gown has a selection of separate trails of fabric...and several of them connect to the matching blue outfits the two year old twins are wearing.
...Someone takes this apron strings thing a little seriously. You'd get creative too, shut up. She's beginning to regret it the third time Gilly lunges, but the reproof actually sticks this time (she hopes), and Elizabeth caught her before she could actually get far enough for it to be a problem, anyway.
At some point, John may point out to Donna that they very well could've left the children home with the teenagers and come on their own. He will probably be glared at for pointing this out. By Jonathan.
But? He will point it out. For his part, he is keeping an eye on the teenagers. And Jonathan, of course.
Elizabeth, too, is keeping an eye on Jonathan--actually, Elizabeth appears to be trying to keep an eye on everyone, and also regretting the choice of earrings when Catherine tries to stick them in her mouth. "Be quiet, John," she says, preemptively, and hustles her two eldest into their seats with a quelling look. "--Nami, no, why did you--just put it away."
"They haven't even--"
With a change of tack, Elizabeth holds her hand out until the cellphone is handed over.
Paul and Jonathan, for their parts, are being perfectly well behaved peoples. Jonathan knows how to act at a wedding. He's been in enough of them, after all.
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...Which she does right now. Smeg. Her hands are shaking.
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"Need a hand from your matron of honor, hon?"
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"Oh, thank you, Eiko. Now I understand why you were this nervous."
She wipes the wand off with a bit of tissue and tries again.
"It doesn't help that I don't normally wear this. I swear I'm going to poke my eye out."
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"Give me that, I'll put it on you." She holds her hand out for the wand.
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The god drifts quietly toward the back rooms, to be useful if needed.
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He's immaculate in black and white, and he leans against a pillar and watches with a vague faraway sort of look on his face.
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No, Ruthven, you didn't leave the gas on. You're a vampire.
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He smiles at Djehuty, and reflects that on the whole he really is ridiculously lucky.
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He's pacing and wringing his hands. He's going to have to go out there sooner or later and at least greet the guests as they arrive; bless Barong for volunteering to help with ushering them to their seats and otherwise covering for him.
Dios. Dios mio. Today really is the day.
The castellan finally decides he simply needs to bite the bullet and go out into the hall proper. He'll calm down eventually. Hopefully. Oof.
He can eventually be found standing near the entrance of the hall, greeting people as they enter, as well as getting encouragement from his Balinese lion friend.
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Well, he does break that reserved shell to give the groom a genuine smile.
"This is quite breathtaking, Ramon. How are you doing?"
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"Gale! Gale, I'm so glad you're here. It's so good to see you. I can't remember the last time I have! Either way, I'm so happy you could make it."
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This morning, he flinched a little when he woke up with, ahem, blue arms. No amount of concentration could get them back to their pink, human state, and his shirt still needed to be starched and pressed. Hence the reason why he's currently wearing a pair of gloves, and his sleeves are just a little too short for his arms ( ... )
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...Someone takes this apron strings thing a little seriously. You'd get creative too, shut up. She's beginning to regret it the third time Gilly lunges, but the reproof actually sticks this time (she hopes), and Elizabeth caught her before she could actually get far enough for it to be a problem, anyway.
Nami giggles behind her hands anyway.
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But? He will point it out. For his part, he is keeping an eye on the teenagers. And Jonathan, of course.
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"They haven't even--"
With a change of tack, Elizabeth holds her hand out until the cellphone is handed over.
This may be payback for the giggling.
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