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César Salazar ([personal profile] pineapplesalmon) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2025-03-26 11:19 pm

And at long last!!!

Who: Magne Salazar Hikiishi ([personal profile] sistermagnetic) & César Salazar Hikiishi ([personal profile] pineapplesalmon) and the entire frigging village
What: Marriage so they're finally legally married, too
When: Monday, March 31st, year 16:55, afternoon into evening
Where: Ceremony at the Village Green; Reception at Velvet, Ambrosia, and Silk
Warning(s): Sap! Also anyone proposing during the reception will be ejected no seriously don't do it, it's tacky.

The invitation has been pinned to the Bulletin Board, and several people that are closest to Magne and César have been handed the invitation in person.

The wedding invitation for Magne and César


And people wonder what took them so long.

The SetupSoon it will be time. And that means everything has to be ready. Anyone can be conscripted into putting chairs out into neat short rows and making sure they're picked free of any stones or other LEGO-like implements. The rows are split in the middle by a red carpet (can't get Magne's Kimono dirty!). Three colors of ribbons—white, pink, and red—need to be made into bows for the backs of chairs. A living archway at the back of the aisle needs to be intertwined with flowers. The Velvet, Ambrosia, and Silk needs to be deep cleaned so that it practically gleams. There's so much to be done, and the happy couple will need everyone's help to finish it. If you've got the time, you can pitch in! After all, everyone's getting getting fed later, and people who help can definitely take home leftovers... Rex can't eat them all.

The Ceremony. Once everyone is seated and the clock reaches the appointed hour, the band begins to play. It's a soft tune, fairly traditional sounding for the occasion, light and floaty. Father Mulcahy, as an officiant of César's, walks down the aisle first and heads to the simple altar. He is followed by César in a tuxedo with golden embroidery at the lapels, followed by the wedding party: Rex, then Max, Lev/Lyubov, Anzu, Drelasa, Ylva, and Mairi, all dressed as they had felt appropriate for the occasion. After all, neither Magne nor César had imposed any kind of dress code on them, just letting them know what the color scheme would generally be and let them play with that as they chose. Amaterasu trots forth as the flower girl, scattering her quickly growing plants and flowers with merely her passing, looking fluffy and majestic and settling right at Mulcahy's side as the second officiant, a favor to the bride.

Then the music changes, growing more dramatic. Its gravitas swelling as Magne herself steps forward in a stunning wedding kimono, with her hair pinned up in pink and white magnolias that her groom-to-be had grown specially for her. Her arm is looped around Touya's, and the two of them fall into step as they take their place on the carpet. It takes all of her restraint not to run straight down the aisle.

Neither the bride nor groom have dry eyes or steady voices when they exchange their vows after a short service. They're about as sappy as everyone would expect them to be.

Magne's boil down to the fact that not only did the village accept her at face value, so did he, and every step of the way he's continued to do exactly that and make her feel beautiful even though she has a really hard time with that. That he always looked to her with love and compassion, never fear.

César's are along the lines that she saw him for who he was from the very beginning and she helped him see the man he was through her eyes. She made him feel like a person, like himself, again instead of just a commercialized product that made work units. And he's very gracious that she tolerates and maybe even enjoys his information dumps. Thank you for listening to him, Magne. She kisses his forehead, murmuring how she loves his infodumps, and they both share a laugh.

The ceremony concludes with the exchange of rings and a deceptively sweet, gentle kiss, though this changes for the humorous as Magne dips César, his arms going quickly around her shoulders automatically. They are reintroduced to everyone as Mr. and Mrs. Salazar Hikiishi.

The ReceptionThe ward on the entrance of the Velvet, Ambrosia, and Silk has been moved to allow their youngest partygoers into the parlor. The baths have likewise been opened to the public. But not everything is open to everyone: the ward that turns The Youth away has been placed in front of the hall that leads to the private rooms. There's a veritable mountain of food, as the only real requirement for attendance had been for people to bring what might have been considered a traditional wedding dish, or else something that they would want to eat, or share with the village at large. Magne and César had insisted that they didn't need gifts, but in the event that they had accumulated any, a table was set back away from the bulk of the party to hold them.

Much larger tables, moved in from around the village, were laden with those offerings of food from everyone in attendance. Magne had thrown open her property so the party can spill out onto the front lawn, around the side garden, and into the back yard lit by glowing lanterns colored with gold and pink paper once night falls. The band had been moved back here to this open air space, and César taught them the opening notes of a song that only the non-natives were likely to recognize. That will happen randomly partway through the night.

Max, as both a professional baker and a very good friend of Magne's, had knocked it out of the proverbial part with the absolutely beautiful wedding cake in multiple natural flavors, heavily favoring vanilla and berries and even floral extracts. The flowers are delicately sculpted in fondant and glittering with crystals of sugar. There is no smashing of the cake in one-another's faces, as César knows better than to even think about ruining Magne's makeup regardless of who had done it. He didn't even need to be warned not to do it.

The rest of the food on offer is an eclectic mix, everything from kosher to vegan, an absolutely massive challah having been brought and put on its own table, to the utter delight of the bride. Speaking of, Magne has removed her kimono in favor of a light, fluttering sort of dress that allows her a good deal more freedom of movement, like a tea gown with half the length shorn off. She dances with anyone and everyone, but always goes back to César's side to breathe, to cool down, to simply dance with him when the songs were slower so they can stare into each other's eyes.

When the band finally retires... well, someone else can grab the stage and put on a show of their own in the parlor. Good luck at karaoke, because there's an OPEN BAR (which Magne and her staff stress is for the adults only). The bride will launch anyone that gets too horrifically drunk out the door.

AfterpartyEventually, the party has to come to an end. Magne and César are lucky enough to be able to retire for the night in the apartment above it, and Rex and Touya live in the house next door. For everyone else of adult age, though...well, if you want to stay a night in one of the empty rooms, you are welcome to it. If you want to spend the night sleeping it off in the parlor, that's also fine, just don't be a jerk to the rest of the hangovers in the room.

Once the public has eventually been cleared out, the business business will be put to rights again. For a few days after the newlyweds will be 'vacationing' elsewhere on the island, but not before César makes sure the flower archway is permanently transplanted into his backyard in sight of the windows of Magne's apartment.
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2025-05-01 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. I'm getting the sense that this isn't one of those things that happened in most universes."

His tone is neutral - it's a good thing, ultimately, that Raccoon City isn't some kind of constant like the Vietnam War, but it still feels kind of... unfair, in a childish sort of way. Why did he have to live in times like this? Why did anyone?

Well. On the bright side, the undead around here are much friendlier. He shakes it off, putting those thoughts away for later.

"Anyway. Sounds like a hell of a weapon. So when did humans make first contact where you come from, if she's alien-made? I'm from 2004, and we're still looking for anything that might be life other than us out there."
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2025-05-01 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? I could see that. Most of the time it's a lot calmer here than it is at home for me, too."

Occasional demon problems aside, it's genuinely kind of idyllic in its own ways. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't going to miss it a little when all was said and done. He smiles, going quiet as he glances out over the gathered crowd, before looking back at César.

"Well, unless you've got anything else you wanna talk about, I'll stop monopolizing your time - I'm sure everyone wants a piece of you today. That, and I'm pretty sure there's a piece of challah that's calling my name."
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2025-05-01 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think it suits you both very well," Erik says with a bright smile. "The two of you are nothing if not fair to one another." And there is pride in Erik's tone, to match the warmth in César's. He really is a sentimental old fool, and he loves a happy ending.

"I very much look forward to addressing you by your new moniker when next we meet."
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Moving

[personal profile] tisnotthehouse 2025-05-01 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"And it's about time, too!" Tarantulas playfully chides him, poking his head into the room to do a quick sweep of his own. That's the troubling thing about moving, there's always that one little thing you forget.

"Really," he says, nudging Cesar in the side with one of his extra legs. "You've been together how long? If you were Cybertronians we'd be celebrating one of your anniversaries by now."
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2025-05-02 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you're right, I really should." Garry can probably help him with that. "Maybe once all the renovations to the bakery finish up. Should be soon." Who could have expected that building an entire new wing to the property would take a while? (Literally anyone who knows how construction works.)

"One of the first, but hopefully you two might start a trend. It's... really good to show them that life still finds a way. If there's one thing I learned from the place we were at before this, it's that life still happens and we shouldn't put off the things that matter."
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2025-05-02 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Crichton can sense what might be beneath that neutrality. He wouldn't blame the guy. How many frelling times had he asked himself "Why me?" "Why us?" about his own calamities. Why does it have to happen to anyone? Luck of the draw isn't a satisfying answer but that's the best he's got.

"Well..." he says with a grin like he's just thought of a private joke, "since 1999. I was the first contact. It was an accident. And uh...unfortunately, I never made it back to Earth to clue any of 'em in." That he knows of.

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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2025-05-03 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh," says Leon. Crichton seems to be taking it in good humor, at least, but Leon can't help but feel a little bit like it's his turn to have stuck his foot in his mouth a bit here. "Damn. I'm sorry. I mean, assuming you want to go back."

Plenty of reasons someone could prefer to leave the Earth behind and never look back, by his reckoning. Especially for people in a place like this..
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[personal profile] tehilim127_1 2025-05-04 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She's already snickering by the time his face journey completes. "Last I heard, yeah. Each generation inflicting it on the next."
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2025-05-05 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Magne's hands go up to her face to press at her cheeks, but she stops herself to keep from messing up the makeup that had been done by Lyubov. It looks light and delicate, but just the same as the kimono, it had gone on in layers and had taken a lot of work.

She smiles back sweetly, crossing the room to run her fingers carefully along the sleeves of the kimono and the careful embroidery standing just slightly proud.

"Between you and me? I may have gone into all this with the intention of making him swoon."
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[personal profile] misbegottendreamer 2025-05-05 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"It is a blessed thing indeed, when one's partner is aware of their needs in such a fashion. One is the eyes, the other is the ears, and together, they form a keener picture."
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[personal profile] maximumcake 2025-05-06 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you're going to nail it," Max says on a laugh. "We might even have to give him a few minutes to stop short-circuiting before he tries to read his vows." Hopefully someone packed some smelling salts. Sally probably did.

"Gosh, Magne, You look so gorgeous you might knock the whole room out." He can and will keep flattering her, and he means every word.

"Okay, ready to start the layering? Here's the Juban," otherwise known as the garments that go on as the underlayer, "If you want to put those on first behind the screen, go ahead. Then I can help you get the next piece on."
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[personal profile] ss_buttcrack 2025-05-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate that, thank you. It's... a little complicated." Understatement.

"I miss my home, and I'd give anything to see my family again, but a lot has changed since I left Earth. I've changed. To the point where I don't think that's where I really belong anymore. Ironic, since I spent the first three cycles in space looking for a way back. Now I'm just... looking for somewhere I can call my final destination. I'm tired of starting over, you know?"
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[personal profile] nothingbadeverhappensto 2025-05-07 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I think I can get that," Leon says, looking thoughtful. He's only been in a situation like that - being cut off from home with no obvious way back - one time, that being here and now, but... He can still get it. He may have been able to go back to his hometown at any time after the Raccoon City Incident, but he couldn't go back to the person he was when he grew up there.

"For what it's worth - I hope you find it. Getting uprooted over and over again is no fun." He sighs, before shaking his head and looking back over at Crichton, smiling this time. "In the meantime, this isn't too bad a spot for a break from it all. Demons and death aside."
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2025-05-17 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
Magne takes a long, deep breath to steady herself, before she shrugs her robe open and moves to find the undergarments that she had picked specifically for easy layering underneath everything else, including a boned corset that would emphasize the new softness of her shape. The only reason that petticoats weren't included was because she intended to change into a much lighter dress when the ceremony moved away from the village green back to the Velvet for the reception later.

She turns back to Max, fretting a bit in place with the underthings held in front of her. "Do you think it's too much? I don't want to try and go for too many layers, but it's not too warm outside, it should be alright," she muses, biting the corner of her lips as she weighs the pros and cons. If it's under the kimono it might not make a lot of difference, but when the wedding is over, it might be the best part of the night, when Cesar was the one undoing her laces.

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