Cordially invited...(25 December)
The weather on Christmas Day had fortunately held out for Remy and Nate's wedding, and it was almost perfect, the sun shining for brief moments on the fallen snow as last minute issues got themselves fixed. If there were reindeer nibbling on bushes outside of the Hub, no one commented on it, as long as they weren't eating the cake, and if the men's ties didn't match perfectly, people knew better than to say anything about that either. (Probably because being critical of these two was probably not the smartest of ideas for anyone.)
The ceremony itself was brief and quiet, witnessed and affirmed by a small group of friends. It was straightforward, though the group was probably as unconventional as the setting and the entire premise of the thing-desert island covered in snow, entirely adorable fauna in for the occasion, Santa roaming around somewhere if rumor had it. But then again, neither the bride or the groom liked to be bound to the dominant paradigm, either in relationships or in life, and therefore it all fit together well.
Afterwards, they decompressed for a short while before everyone else arrived for the dinner party. The sun was starting to slip below the treeline outside, and Nate and Brad, with a little help, had made up enough food that was good even to reheat. They brought it over from the compound, mostly; the wind had started to come up, but Marines moved pretty damn fast, and not much was lost to conduction. The reindeer had moved on, and fortunately no one said anything trite about this being a good Christmas present. It was hardly your usual TV holiday special, even if the bride was handing out mulled wine to the guests as they arrived, finding that she was honestly smiling until her face hurt.
The wedding dinner of Nathaniel Fick and Remy Hadley, by invitation only.
The ceremony itself was brief and quiet, witnessed and affirmed by a small group of friends. It was straightforward, though the group was probably as unconventional as the setting and the entire premise of the thing-desert island covered in snow, entirely adorable fauna in for the occasion, Santa roaming around somewhere if rumor had it. But then again, neither the bride or the groom liked to be bound to the dominant paradigm, either in relationships or in life, and therefore it all fit together well.
Afterwards, they decompressed for a short while before everyone else arrived for the dinner party. The sun was starting to slip below the treeline outside, and Nate and Brad, with a little help, had made up enough food that was good even to reheat. They brought it over from the compound, mostly; the wind had started to come up, but Marines moved pretty damn fast, and not much was lost to conduction. The reindeer had moved on, and fortunately no one said anything trite about this being a good Christmas present. It was hardly your usual TV holiday special, even if the bride was handing out mulled wine to the guests as they arrived, finding that she was honestly smiling until her face hurt.
The wedding dinner of Nathaniel Fick and Remy Hadley, by invitation only.