I wouldn't answer to my fears...

[darkprophecies]

WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: Brooklyn Botanical Garden, in Brooklyn, New York
WHEN: Saturday, June 5th. Afternoon - Evening unless stated otherwise.
WARNINGS: N/A unless you consider 'derp' a legitimate warning.
SUMMARY: The wedding of Arnold Rimmer and Raven Roth.
FORMAT: Various styles, use what you're most comfortable with.
NOTE: Everything is broken off

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COCKTAIL HOUR

[darkprophecies]

The bride, groom, and even the wedding party are lagging behind to take pictures. Enjoy the snacks and drinks while you wait, guys!

Don't get smashed. That's just in bad taste.

[meowminx]

Big formal ceremonies, even those that aren't decidedly religious, remind Selina too much of her Catholic childhood. So she doesn't make an appearance until more than halfway through the cocktail hour. Might not count as fashionably late by then, but she's fashionable at the very least.

[of_animalia]

Oh, hey. It's Selina! She's somebody that he can spend time around, right? For a not-that-large community, where he should know, like, half of the people around, he felt oddly out of place. Kitty should be here, but... Yeah. If only, if only...

"Hey." He held his hand up in a slight wave, like trying to get her attention, but... He's green. It's not like he isn't noticeable. "Showing up for the food, huh?"

... He shoulda thought of that.

[meowminx]

"Hi Gar." She smiles and returns the wave. "Not big on ceremony, but the the celebrating part is just fine."

And hey, the bar doesn't have a half bad selection.

[of_animalia]

"Yeah." He reaches up to scratch a cheek, shrugging after a moment for lack of any more useful movement. "It was nice." Borderline surreal experience that, fortunately or not, was starting to turn bittersweet on him.

He takes a breath and relaxes a little bit, figures that a drink won't hurt, and he turns a more easily-accomplished smile on her. "I think I've decided that when-- If. If I ever get hitched... I think I'm gonna go for understated."

[meowminx]

"I don't really see myself as the marrying type." Of course, that brought up memories of a long-ago nightmare she'd had about a wedding with Batman. That ended with her killing him. She'd never quite been able to forget that one. "But I'll swing by yours if I'm invited."

It would be a shame if it wasn't to Kitty. Not that Selina would ever admit to even thinking that.

[of_animalia]

He was doing a lot of shrugging, today, quick attempts to brush things off and illustrate nonchalance. Or... Something to that effect. "I don't know if I'm the marrying type, either, really, but... Hey, I'm still young, right?"

He couldn't see anything working out for him, at this rate. Trends could change, sure, but... Well. He was a pessimist in optimist's clothing. "Thanks, though. I appreciate the sentiment."

[meowminx]

Selina was just a pessimist. But it really wasn't the time or place, really. She merely sipped her drink and commented "It's a day for sentiment, I suppose."

[of_animalia]

Gar had managed to get hold his own drink, something... Appropriately fruity, he guessed, considering how fluffy weddings tended to be. "Guess so."

He hadn't really talked to Selina in a while, maybe not even since he'd gotten back. "How's it going?" Which, considering everything, was probably a stupid question to ask. Most people couldn't willingly ignore a world crisis in the making, and most of the people in their community had troubles out the ass.

[meowminx]

"Not bad, considering." She sipped her drink. "Ramus is getting pretty good at the whole hunting thing."

[notadartboard]

Things in the kitchen were nearing a crescendo, but Sanji managed to find five minutes to slip out and personally make sure the hors d'ouerves were being received well. He wasn't wearing a chef's uniform, rather his black double-breasted suit with a midnight-blue shirt and white tie. His sleeves were down and buttoned, his face was clear of any stray flour, and his only concern was that the food was being well-received.

[midnite_md]

Dr. Pieter Cross isn't making a big show of his presence. He knows Raven well enough to be here, but he doesn't know the man she just married at all. It's a little disconcerting, but he's always been adaptable.

He's only sipping on his champagne, as he's had some bad experiences with alcohol and bartenders he doesn't know personally. Reflecting on the beauty of the ceremony. He'd expected nothing less from Raven.