The odds were against us, but baby here we are...

[nothingsodivine]

[[Forward-dated to Sunday afternoon. Party post. Open to everyone, even if you don't know the happy couple- this is as much a celebration of two years of survival as it is a wedding.]]

The wedding reception is being held at the Grand Ballroom, familiar to some as the same ballroom the Christmas Ball was held a year ago. It's also been decorated

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[fantasticrose]

Rose is here, because she promised wild Slitheen wouldn't keep her away and she meant that.

She is, however, a lot happier than probably anybody would've expected her to be, laughing when she has conversations, dancing a bit with various people (and sometimes by herself).

Her life has recently gotten a lot better, can you blame her?

She would very much like to give her regards to the bride (and groom), but she's also pretty keen to socialise. And if Martha's Doctor is anywhere to be found, she'd like to say hello to him, too.

[thatsortofaman]

Martha's Doctor is, in fact, wandering around, keeping an eye out for anything like the aforementioned wild Slitheen just... in case.

Nothing's happened so far, but that doesn't mean he should let his guard down. Except when Dmitri drags him out to dance, which she has been doing off and on for a while now, and he can't say he exactly minds...

"Rose! You're-" He breaks off, because he can't very well say you're smiling in that shocked tone without it sounding... not right at all. "Hello!"

[fantasticrose]

Rose turns automatically at the sound of her name, and the voice and the face give her a real turn for half a second, making her heart twist in her chest. But it's not John - the Doctor doesn't hold himself like John or speak with John's cadence, and despite that moment of heartwrenching missing him, she still smiles at him.

"Oh, you made it! Good, I heard there was some worry that you might try to sneak away, and Martha would've been horribly angry if you'd done that."

Just don't ask why she's in such a good mood, Doctor. It's for your own good.

[thatsortofaman]

"I did," he answers with a smile, hands in his pockets. "Des might've... threatened me, a little, and anyway, I didn't much want to risk the wrath of Martha Jones..."

He has a sense that it's probably best if he doesn't ask why she's so happy. He... can kind of guess, given what Dmitri's told him. The fact that she is smiling again is good enough.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe is planning to meet up with Peter Petrelli and his fantabulously emo bangs.

She does not know the groom or the bride personally (though she will go up to them to congratulate them!).

That does not stop her from wanting to be a part of the monumental occasion. She gets to be around people she's wanted to meet for forever. She gets to wear a dress.

She may even get to dance!

The tiny angel is flitting about saying hello to people she knows and those she doesn't. It's possible she's trying to steal a glass of champagne in between.

[weaponof_choice]

Peter Petrelli, bangs and all, is watching this flitting about with no small amount of amusement. Not to mention admiration--his guardian looks pretty damn hot in that dress.

Peter's managed to get his hands on a tasteful charcoal gray suit. The narration would like to note that the boy cleans up pretty, okay.

He snags two glasses of champagne and sets himself in Phoebe's path. "Hey," he murmurs as she approaches, offering her a bright, lopsided grin.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe's eyes widen when she finally spots him. She doesn't even notice he's snagged champagne for them.

"Holy beanie baby in a microwave full of dryer sheets, you look good!" she breathes almost dazedly.

Letting out a small gwah, because she did not mean to say that out loud she determines, right then and there, she sometimes shouldn't speak.

[weaponof_choice]

Peter's eyes go wide too. He blinks and then he ducks his head.

"...Thanks. So do you."

When he looks up again there's the barest, faintest hint of a blush tinged across his cheekbones. He holds out one of the glasses. "Champagne?"

[despite_myrage]

Robin knew that he couldn't attend the wedding because of the reception. He can never be where alcohol is. However, he didn't want to leave Rachel to dance alone. Robin wants to be able to enjoy these events, these moments with her. His calling has kept him from doing so much. It won't keep him from being with her. Time is limited. Every possible moment should be taken and enjoyed.

He leans against a wall outside of the entrance to the Grand Ballroom. The door is open so the music filters out into the street surrounding it.

Robin takes out his phone and calls Rachel's number, hoping she has her phone near her. Otherwise, he'll have to go to drastic measures to get a hold of her.

[rattle_thecages]

A bridesmaid has a list of duties, pre-wedding and post-wedding.

The narration isn't sure what those duties are, but Rachel is most likely fulfilling them to the best of her abilities. She's a stickler for rules and responsibility and the like.

Rachel does have her phone with her, in case of an emergency.

"Hey," she answers Robin with an immediate smile. It filters into her voice. There might be a bit of caution. She doesn't want to jump to the conclusion that something is wrong just because it's Chicago. "Everything okay?"

[despite_myrage]

The narration is positive that Rachel is fulfilling those duties and that Martha is very grateful.

Robin smiles at the sound of her voice. He can hear the caution in her tone, and he understands why. This is Chicago. To expect that everything would go smoothly today would ordinarily be naive. It seems to be the truth about this day, for whatever reason. The wedding happened without a hitch, and he's not calling her to tell her that there's trouble down at the well! Why did he just have relate himself to Lassy.

"Hey, everything is fine. I assure you." He has flowers. Of course. Romantic hobag. "I just think you should excuse yourself and step outside for a moment."

Or for longer than a moment. Ahem.

[rattle_thecages]

As touched as she is to be a part of the wedding, it doesn't feel right, not having Robin there with her. She tried to keep her own disappointment out of her voice when they first discussed it a few weeks ago, but she's pretty sure it was evident despite her best efforts.

It's hard for Rachel to conceal anything, and she doesn't want to, anyway.

"What are you up to?" Rachel asks him with a small laugh. She nonetheless looks around, making a quiet exit. She picks up the trail of her dress as she goes to meet him outside, smile widening at the sight of him.

You'd think she hasn't seen him in days. "Fancy seeing you here."

[elashte]

Elashte is here. Where else would he be?

A marriage is a personal affair, but a marriage between two prominent Riftcomers - one of them the owner of the Conrad Hotel - is doomed to be a political marriage no matter what anyone does, until the issue of Riftcomers is no longer political at all. So he might as well be here, tacitly throwing in his support for Riftcomer naturalization.

And, of course, delivering a wedding gift to the lucky couple. That's tucked neatly in a pocket inside his suitjacket, just waiting.

[smithnjones]

Martha Jones is trying to make her rounds. She's a tiny bit overwhelmed, perfectly capable of handling it. Martha is simply trying to come to grips with the fact that she is someone's wife. Des' wife. It's really happened.

She notices Elashte and walks over to him, smiling widely. The smile still hasn't left her, not all day. The happiness hasn't left her heart either.

"Elashte, thank you for coming," she says. The warmth translates easily to the tone of her voice.

[elashte]

{OOC: askflk A MONTH LATER I SCRAPE UP ENOUGH BRAIN TO REPLY TO THIS. Right. El has a present he needs to give.}

And here's the bride. Elashte can't help but smile - it doesn't seem like so long ago that he was shuttling information about her to the Doctor, with Calisto running rabid through the city and himself still a lowly Poludnica. The city's treated them both well.

"Martha," he greets. "You look absolutely radiant. One would think you had just made First, rather than become married."

[smithnjones]

((OOC: My Martha voice has been epically dead sooo it's all good. I'll scrape her up so we can do this thread, but yeah. I FEEL YA. <3))

It doesn't seem like long ago and at the same time, it feels like a decade to her. She is much better off than she was then by leaps and bounds. There are so many ways that her life could have gone, and she's continuously grateful that this is the way that it went.

Martha laughs softly. "Thank you very much. I hadn't realized I was quite that radiant, but..." She trails off, still smiling. "Thank you. I'm glad you could attend."

[allmydiredreams]

Oh, the ways in which Babel is here. She's been bopping about, talking to everyone she possibly can and dancing and generally just reveling in the happy feelings of the day. She approves of how much happy there has been lately; first Indy's slumber party and now this. It's definitely making up for the plagues and the CLF and the fear and the Kashtta. Even the Kashtta isn't so bad when there's not horror everywhere else, now.

She's currently parked herself by the cake, beaming at everyone who walks by even if her mouth is full of said cake and looking kind of like a misplaced tropical flower. The narration isn't sure where she got that dress, but isn't terribly surprised she's wearing it.

Come get cake before it disappears, guys. And also get hugs or Babel rambles or...something.

[designed2kill]

Luka is only here because she felt Babel was here. (She'd forgotten about the open invitation to the wedding, you see.) At any rate, now that she's inside she makes a beeline straight to Babel.

"Hello, Babel!" she says with a smile. "What's going on?"

You know, she could really get used to this smiling thing.

[allmydiredreams]

"Luka!" Babel says, as usual through a mouthful, this time of cake. Eons of living and she's never mastered the common courtesy of not talking with her mouth full. Or, rather, she has decided it was a silly custom and that she will talk whenever she wants to regardless of food, unless she runs the risk of losing the food by talking. "Des and Martha got married! So dancing and eating of the sugar is a must."

She cuts a piece of cake for Luka, offering it. It doesn't matter if Luka didn't want any, she gets some. Though Babel suspects her tiny friend probably did want some, given the sugar content. "You should smile more," she says. "It'll make the rhythms stronger."

[designed2kill]

"Who are Des and Martha? And what is married?" These were things she was never taught.

Whatever, it doesn't matter. There is cake and Babel says there will be dancing too. Luka happily accepts the cake. "I will try. Aaron told me it was okay for me to be happy so I am trying hard now." Luka begins to eat her her cake enthusiastically. Mmm, delicious sugar.

When she's about halfway through, Luka suddenly pauses, because a thought just occurred to her. She hasn't shown Babel her new shiny yet! Luka balances her fork on her plate and holds it one-handedly as she digs her in her pocket with the other hand. "Look what I got the other day!" She holds her silver iPod nano out for Babel's inspection.