mostly open RP (to invitees and wedding-crashers): Henry and Camilla tie the knot.

[c_macaulay]

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[daxtastic]

Most people couldn't look graceful while taking carefully detailed notes and lugging around suspiciously hulking, overly wrapped wedding gift.

Dax was not most people. She had superior upper body strength, and carefully honed balance. The dress helped, too.

"So," she asked, turning to her date, "there's absolutely no point during the ceremony where the bride and groom try to kill each other? I just don't get it."

[robinthepuck]

His own present roughly the size of a book and wrapped elegantly fit nicely into his pocket without disrupting the lines of his suit. So an unbalanced couple, indeed, did they make. Somehow, though, Robin and Dax made it work.

"No, my dear," he chuckled, hand resting lightly at the small of her back as he escorted her in to the reception. "Wrong century, continent, and social class for that, I'm afraid. No, for people like our friends, the killing comes slowly and is more emotionally based over the entire course of the marriage."

Nodding towards the tables, he asked, "Shall I get us something to drink while you take care of your, er, gift?"

[daxtastic]

Dax was, of course, nodding along with Robin's explanation, and taking notes. Normally, the Trill was more than happy to put research aside in favor of a good party. But, honestly. A 21st century earth wedding? This was so going in a paper.

"Sort of like emotional seppuku," she posited. "Only with new sets of China and linens and such!" Oh, yeah. Dax was totally getting this.

"It's a statue of Xipe Totec. I think he's my personal favorite of the fertility gods. I couldn't find a thigh bone to include in the package, though." Dax sighed, and looked at the gift with a pout. "It's just not an Aztec fertility festival without a human thigh bone."

Ah, well. "A drink would be great," she said, perking up. "I'll go set this down."

[h_m_winter]

Henry arrived just in time to hear her, and eyed the large, bulky package. He knew enough about Dax to realize she really would have thought this a perfectly appropriate wedding gift, and he was hard-pressed indeed not to laugh. To him it was, on a certain, leve, absolutely hilarious, though he knew full well Camilla would not think so.

"Dax," he said, managing to betray nothing more than a very dry smile, "I'm glad you could make it."

[daxtastic]

Good for Henry, getting the hang of Dax!think so very quickly! Though she didn't think the statue was a perfectly appropriate gift. She'd left them no means to completely the fertility rites! How would they procreate, now?

"Henry," she returned, smiling warmly. "The ceremony was lovely. I took diligent notes!"

[h_m_winter]

He was not at all surprised she'd taken notes, really. "It worked well, even without any attempted murder?" Part of him did want to pick her brain about Klingon weddings someday--just not at his own. "And what conclusions have you come to, regarding twenty-first century Earth marriages?"

[daxtastic]

"As well as any ceremony can expect to work, without threat to life or limb," she said, with a small smirk. Dax was at least somewhat self-aware of how...eclectic others sometimes considered her interests to be.

Moving on, genially, "Oh, it's far too early in my research to come to any solid conclusions. I'll have to have some cake first. I'm told that's rather important in regards to the full wedding-day experience."

[h_m_winter]

Henry, who had after all spent a while with Dax in America, was quite aware of the depth and breadth of her interests. Her insatiable curiosity amused him to no end.

"Very true," he said, quite seriously. "A wedding isn't a proper wedding without a decent cake. You'll have to sample a bit of all of them, though; we've got all different kinds." He still found the idea of a wedding ceremony that involved wanton violence somewhat absurd, but then there were all sorts of ceremonies in the ancient world that had wound up quite bloody.