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[faithful_slayer]

Faith is dressed, made up, and primped, her hair arranged in a crown of dark curls and red roses which she's almost sure involved telekinesis to arrange

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[bohemian_mark]

There's a knock on the door. Probably more timid than is necessary in the situation.

[faithful_slayer]

"If you're Max or a groomsman you can't come in," Faith says, cheerfully.

[bohemian_mark]

"I'm neither. Just the cameraman." Mark's a bit nervous as he calls through the door. "I am male, however, so, uh, if you're not dressed, I probably should wait."

[faithful_slayer]

"Mark!"

Faith gets up and goes to the door, opening it gleefully.

She's dressed. Oh boy, is she ever dressed.

[empath_wiggin]

And there's another knock on the door, this one more confident.

[faithful_slayer]

"Come in if you've got tits!"

Faith's in a good mood.

[empath_wiggin]

And Val does come in, dressed in the long ivory robes of her office, a silver circlet on her head. Curtseying deeply, but with a bit of an ironic smile on her face as she straightens. "I do believe, milady, that last time I checked I did have breasts." She pauses, grinning again. "I was coming to make certain that you have everything that you need."

[faithful_slayer]

"...oh god, you're all going to be bowing and curtsying to me now, aren't you?"

Faith facepalms, but she's laughing.

"I'm fine, Val. Got the dress, got the hair, got the naughty things under the dress, and as you can see, Isabel has beSmurfinated me."

She grins, brightly. "I'm all set."

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie raps on the door. "Hey! I understand there's a bride around here somewhere."

[faithful_slayer]

"Charlie-girl!"

Faith hops up to her feet and goes to the door, opening it and beaming at him.

"You came!"

[bloody_rockgod]

"'course I did," he says, starting to hug her, then pauses. "Can I touch you? Or is there some alien tradition about hugging a bride by the non-groom?"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith answers this question by hugging him and kissing his cheek loudly.

[white_dream]

"Faith."

He said he'd be here.

[faithful_slayer]

"Daniel."

Faith beams at him, delighted.

"Thank you for coming."

[white_dream]

"It was my pleasure. Moiraine is about, somewhere."

He is not blue. Those of Antar may, possibly, perceive him that way, but Daniel is not changed from his normal manifestation.

[faithful_slayer]

"I look forward to seeing her."

Faith continues to beam at him.

"How do I look?"

[shelley_winters]

There is a tentative knock on the door.

If it could speak, it would say 'Can I come in, if it's okay for me to do that, and I'm not interrupting any important Antarian pre-wedding rituals that I missed hearing about, and if so I'll go away quietly?'

But it can't. So instead,

"Um. Faith?"

[faithful_slayer]

"Shelley!" Faith is cheery, and not at all engaged in pre-wedding rituals.

"Come in!"

[shelley_winters]

A decidedly blue head peers around the door. Shelley has the vague suspicion that even when her hair isn't red - it's now purple - it still clashes with her eyes, which remain green. Ah well. It's pretty much her job to make Faith look even more gorgeous, in any case, so.

"Hi! ...Oh, you look amazing."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith beams. "Hi! Thanks! You look lovely too!"

There is Hugging!