"Hey," Oz waved, not too concerned about the choice of dress. "And nice choice of salutation. It's fallen out of use, but it's really an underrated classic."
Dear Lord, his wife husband newly-wed significant other was kind of... strange. In a dress. And a man. Doug didn't know how to take any of this. He was still tugging compulsively at his suit, nervously, following closely behind George and not entirely sure what a husban was supposed to do, in general. "Did you get jumped to be married too?"
Rogue wandered over, too bewildered to be angry. A quick check ensured that she knew where her new tent was and that her things were all there. She saw no reason to stay inside the house to wait for the inevitable awkward meeting, so she sat out front to meet her new neighbors.
Finally Willow found the tent with her number on it, and a rather pretty girl sitting out front. She moved forward and waved, smiling slightly nervously as she came forward. "Hi, I'm Willow." She said, and held out her token. "Number 40?"
What the whosits? She'd been here barely a week already surprise! marriage? What would her parents say? What would Tara say?
But hey, at least there was cake, right? And if there wasn't champagne would help. And hey, hottubs were always good! She tried to convince herself that things like this happened all the time as she wandered around the cluster of tents, trying to find her number.
When Oz caught sight of a familiar shock of red hair, he immediately raised his hand and called out. "Hey, Willow!" He hadn't seen her since her sorting (did he get around to voting a House for her?), and this was bound to be an unusually awkward experience. Who could turn down that?
The sight of someone she knew made Willow feel much, much better. Well, of course, until she remembered she was supposed to be married to someone, and that that someone could be Oz. She smiled nervously at him and wandered over. "You got ninja-married too, huh?"
Janet passed by those gathered without a word, hellbent on inspecting her tent for the condition of her research. She entered tent 41 and began rummaging through the items she recognized as hers.
Which would have been most of them, as Zel didn't really have that much stuff. He picked up Lina the cat, examining her briefly to make sure she was alright, then set her down. Well, it could be worse, he reflected. I could be stuck with a guy. Heck, I could be stuck with Wolfram. Might as well try being optimistic for a change.
Not sure how to attract his new "wife's" attention, he coughed quietly. "Um, hello?"
Notes in hand, Janet whirled around. Iggy, who had been trying to butt his head against her leg, skittered off at the sudden movement. Her glare turned to a brief look of surprise at his appearance, and then a sheepish smile. "Hi. Sorry, I'm--I've been doing some research that I consider fairly important." She hefted the makeshift folder full of parchment up so he could see. "I need to make sure my notes are all here." She got to her feet, shifted the folder to one arm, and held out her hand. "Janet Fraiser."
Zel shook the proffered hand. "Zelgadiss Graywords. Call me Zel, it's easier to remember. And I understand - my, uh, grandfather used to run a lot of experiments like that." Great-grandfather, actually, but explaining that you'd known your own great-grandfather until you were seventeen tended to bring up a lot of questions.
Of course, so did the fact that Zel had stone for skin, but oh, well.
There is a blur, in and out of the tent, and back a couple of times before it resolves into a Young teenage boy, in shorts and a t-shirt. "Okay, Oz is a girls name, right? Please, please tell me Oz is a girls name, cause, I've read some of those stories on the net about Kon and Tim, and I am not yaoi, or hentai or anything like that!"
"...it could be a girls name." Oz turned around to catch sight of Impulse. And... he was married to a comic book character. Well, that was something. But then, for all he knew, he was a comic book character as well. Proud cast member of the 'Willow the Witch' comic. "Sometimes."
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But hey, at least there was cake, right? And if there wasn't champagne would help. And hey, hottubs were always good! She tried to convince herself that things like this happened all the time as she wandered around the cluster of tents, trying to find her number.
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Not sure how to attract his new "wife's" attention, he coughed quietly. "Um, hello?"
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Of course, so did the fact that Zel had stone for skin, but oh, well.
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He held out ticket number 38.
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