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[subreptitious]

The hall has turned out beautifully; white church candles line the makeshift aisle and there’s just the right amount of light for everyone to see clearly. If anything, Bel has gone overboard with the flowers; white roses adorn the large archway where the altar stands, winding around it, and similar displays are on every surface. It’s a fairytale

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[so_far_fallen]

Aria had dressed in his finest and was quite content sitting alone and out of the way to enjoy the ceremony. He didn't know anyone, and he was a bit too shy to start conversations, but he was happy enough. Bel had been so kind to him and he just wanted to be there to offer his support.
His surroundings made him a little sad, reminding him of his own wedding so long ago and how happy he'd been, but he hoped Bel would have all the happiness that he'd had in those days, just hopefully for many more years than he did.

[rebutle]

The maid of honor, dressed in red, makes a point of approaching Aria when she sees him alone. "I don't think I've made your acquaintance yet." Her voice is soft, accent Irish, and she offers a hand with nails painted a deep wine red. "I'm Abigail."

[so_far_fallen]

Aria shakes the hand offered him and smiles politely.
"Hello, I'm Aria, pleased to meet you. I'm Bel's housekeeper," he replied, "Your dress is beautiful."

[rebutle]

"Thank you. I'm lucky my employer let me borrow it." She chuckles softly. "Normally, I'd never wear anything so...red."

[rebutle]

Abigail wore a red dress salvaged from the Maestro's TARDIS wardrobe. Her hair was curled and pinned, and she was relatively uncomfortable so exposed in such a bright color. But this was for Belphegor and Reii--they wouldn't want her in her usual gloomy blacks and grays.

Before the ceremony, she helped set up for the reception, but during the actual wedding she was the maid of honor, at Bel's side with tissues for if (when, perhaps) the blonde started to cry at the joyfulness of the event.

[deathstoogood]

"Abigail, having fun?" He muttered from the side of his mouth, not casting a glance at the woman. He was standing nearby, a plate with a single slice of cake sat untouched in one of his hands. He wasn't much for cake or sweets. It was good that Abigail had been there to set everything up. Better that nothing terrible had happened as of yet.

[rebutle]

"I'm glad to see you so happy." That's close enough to fun, right? She offers Reii a warm smile.

[deathstoogood]

"You can tell I'm happy here with my cake?" The man turned to peer at her smile, arching a brow. He was really looking forward to pawning this cake off on someone. Abigail would make an ideal candidate. Shrugging, he let a small smile of his own turn his lips up.

"Are you not havin' fun then? I figured you'd be a little awkward."

[on_this_stage]

Kuja makes his own entrance in the usual way, teleporting in surrounded by blue light and odd foreign symbols. He's wearing his typical outfit, just to shock people.

"Good afternoon."

[deathstoogood]

"Hello, you whatever your name is." Reii responded to the man teleporting in with some distaste.

[on_this_stage]

"Kuja. What is your name, these days?"

[deathstoogood]

"Kuja, right. My name is the same as its always been."

[clairsense]

Logan is definitely the kid who went home and googled "what to wear to a wedding" after getting the invitation-- yes, he could have asked any number of people, but he is independent and can figure these things out himself, okay. So he's here in his nicest pair of black trousers, a white dress shirt, and a blue striped tie. There was a part in his hair, his mother made sure of that, but it doesn't seem to have survived the trip over.

It strikes him, as he goes to sit down, that he doesn't think he actually knows anyone here. Well, no time like the present to start meeting people.

[deathstoogood]

Reii and Logan had spoken before, at least he was almost positive he'd spoken to the kid once or twice. Probably more the former. The man approached the kid, arms folded gently about his chest, suit clad and ridiculous feeling.

"Hullo, I'm not sure I got your name. Welcome to the event."

[clairsense]

Logan stood up as Reii approached-- that was the polite thing to do, right? Stand up when someone talked to you? Well, that, and his height (or lack thereof) meant it was probably more comfortable this way.

"Thanks. I'm Logan, I think we met when, um. When Bel was giving out the invitations."

He laughed, a little self-conscious. "I guess I didn't really realize I wasn't gonna know most of the people here."

[deathstoogood]

Standing was far from necessary and the man frowned a little as the boy stood, a prompt nod followed his greeting. "Logan. Right." Reii and he were in the same boat in that respect, he scarcely knew anyone here and was comfortable talking to a very small fraction of the guests. Logan felt like middle ground.

"Well, feel free to mingle if you'd like. Or sit here by yourself. I might join you, I'm not sure what to say to anyone other than Bel."

[quitchasing]

Meanwhile, Jude was a little more conspicuous than usual in a borrowed suit jacket over clean t-shirt and jeans. He got a wee bit tearful-eyed during the ceremony, the big softie. His daughter, in a frock and swirly cape made by her mam, rolled her eyes and cleaned him up.

It's definitely a joyous celebration -- and now they're mingling, glad that they came.

[subreptitious]

After their vows and the first dance, Bel finds her way to Jude and greets him with an enthusiastic hug.

"I am glad you could make it, Jude. And this must be your lovely daughter..."

[quitchasing]

"Bel, baby! Congratulations seem to be in order," he answers, hugging back just as wholeheartedly and wondering anew about this whole wedding malarkey. This has been such a lovely day, clearly well-prepared; hoped and prayed for, despite the groom's slight uncertainty before their vows.

He ruffles the back of Ash's head gently, pulling her into the hug. "Yeah, yeah. This one's mine."