*It seems camp's resident population of florists has been hard at work. The chapel is all decked out in ribbons and flower arrangements, and the finishing touches are just being made. The doors have been opened, the candles lit, and the groom is either trying to suffocate himself or is tying his tie.*
... damnit stupid tie.
((ooc:
planning post here, but seriously this is not that organised, and everyone and anything is welcome. Okay,
I don't know where to stop, apparently.))