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

[c_macaulay]

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[spinmybuzzer]

Homestar did have a knack for turning up places he didn't belong...and was least likely to be wanted. Not that he noticed, of course. He was busy trying to find Andy Griffith's house, and had just wandered through a door at random.

"Wow, is it my birthday already?" he asked the world at large. "Aw, I wanted red balloons. And Marzipan promised she'd make me a racecar cake, but she said she'd make it out of tofu, so I'm kind of glad that's not here."

[rosecasson]

Rose, mournful because the only other cool person at the party has swanned off someplace, props her head in her hands and looks at Homestar.

'It's a wedding,' she informs him. 'I heard people speaking different languages. And most of the cakes smell like they have fruit in.'

[spinmybuzzer]

"Fruit? In cake?" Homestar made a noise of disgust. "Yeah, that sounds like something Marzipan would do."

...

"Wait, a wedding? Like getting married and stuff? Ooh, I got married once. Who's the lucky broom?"

[rosecasson]

Rose waves a disgusted hand at the altar. They may have moved by now. She doesn't know. 'He wasn't wearing anything nice, if that helps. It was very...neat.' Her nose is wrinkled.

'I only came because I think Dr. Maturin would have been bored without me,' she confides. 'He has to do the boring stuff like saying, 'well done for not fainting', and 'well done for both turning up.' What are you doing here? I didn't know you could come in if someone else was inside.'

[grandmasteryoda]

Yoda isn't dressed up. He figures he's venerable and enlightened enough that formal wear isn't necessary for him. Also, he's never found it to be very comfortable. He did, however, have his usual robes cleaned for the event, and now smells decidedly like laundry soap and moss. (The moss is because... well, Yoda smells like moss to begin with. He sort of likes it, really. As smells go, it's a nice earthy one that doesn't tend to send people running.)

He sits politely throughout the ceremony and approaches the happy couple afterwards, holding out a small potted plant.

"Congratulations," he said. "Very happy for you both I am. A gift, I have for you."

The plant, which looks like a miniature tree from a distance, is quite pretty. Except for the fleshy leaves and the occasional thorn. Yoda has discovered how to make bonsai out of cactus.

And he's bestowing it upon the newlyweds.

[c_macaulay]

Until Yoda approached them, Camilla had not seen him. This likely resulted from his physical lack of stature compared to the human guests. Camilla did not confuse this with more figurative kinds of stature, however. She beamed as soon as she caught sight of the little green figure coming their way.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" She'd been at considerable pains with the house elves to spell out what was not proper Yoda cuisine. "Henry, this is Yoda!"

[h_m_winter]

Henry had to fight an intinstcive twitch--his mental aversion to all things Yoda had been almost ingrained. He wondered if the cactus was really a cactus, or some bizarre alien plant life that would poison anyone who touched it.

"Hello," he said, surveying Yoda with interest, in spite of his instinctive twitchiness. Camilla hadn't been kidding about Yoda's ears, had she? "Pleased to meet you, Yoda."

He shot Camilla a look, as if to say, See? I can be cordial. Even to Yoda. "What sort of cactus is that?"

[grandmasteryoda]

Yoda took no notice of Henry's reaction to him. He just kept smiling, as blithely happy as ever. "A coral cactus, it is. The same philosophy behind bonsai it has, but need to water it often you do not."

He had a nice metaphor for how a cactus was like a marriage, but he would save that for a later date. Around the time of the theology discussion, perhaps.

[busty_robin]

Steph didn't actually know Camilla as well as she might have liked. But the woman acknowledged and appreciated the practicality of doilies, so that automatically got her a place on Steph's 'list of cool people who deserved awesome wedding gifts.'

Also, there was cake.

She walked into the reception hall, dressed....not the nines. It was semi-formal attire, so she was more dressed to the sevens.

Her date, however, could not say the same.

((Reposted, because I can tell buttons apart, really ><))

[mischief_george]

"Do you reckon that we should have added Puking Pastilles to this?" George looked down at the rather large gift-wrapped box he was toting along. An assortment of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was, of course, the ultimate wedding present, and even though he didn't have the faintest who Camillia or Henry were (he may have met them at some point, but he did tend to meet a lot of people, so he couldn't be sure) George was quite sure that they'd be overjoyed with the selection. "They are kind of an acquired taste, though. And probably not appropriate for a wedding. Fever Fudge will have to do, I suppose."

That decided, George glanced around with a grin. He was looking quite spiffy, if he did say so himself. He'd gone shopping alone to surprise Steph and thought he'd done a bang up job.

"So, you Muggles have cake, too, right?" Best part of a wedding.

[busty_robin]

"I'm absolutely positive," Steph said, patting him on the arm. "Not everyone likes puke as much as you do."

Steph had actually wanted to go with a vase, or something. But George had seemed so excited about the preparations for attending a 'Muggle' wedding that she didn't have the heart to burst his bubble. Hence, the gift. And the suit.

Dear lord. The suit. It was...it was a suit, all right. And while Steph always thought George looked handsome, she could not say the same about his attire.

Still, it was the thought that counted. So she kept in mind that the get-up had been meant as a nice surprise, and smiled proudly. Mostly proudly.

"We do! The only difference is the cakes at our weddings aren't usually made from pumpkins."

Blech. Seriously - what was it with wizards and making every single dessert out of pumpkin?

[mischief_george]

George looked shocked. Shocked. "It's not just puke!" he protested, eyes wide, arm flailing as he explained. "It's a Puking Pastille! Perfect for skipping out of classes or important meetings... If you just puke, then you're ill and have to go to Hospital and what's the point of not going to class, yeah? But with a Puking Pastille, you get just sick enough to get out of the obstacle to your freedom, then you eat the other half and you are free to pursue the leisure activity of your choice." Seriously, Steph. No comparison.

Resting his hand lightly on the small of Steph's back, George guided her to the table for gifts, setting their box down and looking around the room. "There is nothing wrong with pumpkin cake, Brown. It's a perfectly smashing dessert."

Well, right. So, they were there, looking spiffing, so now what? "Do we have to dance? I don't know any Muggle dances, but I reckon that with my superiour grace we can muddle through."

[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."

[spiderthatwaits]

Selvetarm entered quite late, still unsure of why he was coming at all. He'd acquired a pair of scabbards from a house elf along the way, to free his hands if nothing else, and the same house elf had insisted on getting the blood off once it realized where he was going. He'd given in, even accepted a red tabard to go over his punctured chain mail, though he still hadn't let it touch the weapons - he knew full well that in the normal way of things swords should be cleaned before sheathing, but his own sword should survive with his hurried job.

He moved along a wall, observing the goings-on, and tried to work out what it was he was meant to do.

[c_macaulay]

Unsettled Camilla might be, but Nana's granddaughter was not about to abandon the guests at her own wedding. Bunny having been escorted out, when Henry drew her aside to give her a breather, Camilla closed her eyes only a moment, then resolutely scanned the room.

Oh -- look, someone who knew about murderous scheming. Just what the doctor ordered.

She took Henry's arm and led him over to the dead spider drow god person.

"I'm so glad you could make it," she hailed Selvetarm. "Did they only just let you out? I think the two of you have met," this with a glance to Henry.

[h_m_winter]

"Hello," Henry said, thinking he knew why Camilla had drawn him to this particular person. "Good to see you here." Camilla hadn't told him she'd invited Selvetarm, but he could at least make a guess; aside from the fact that Camilla had an uncanny knack for befriending killers of all sorts, Selvetarm was extremely interesting, and would be someone worth having on their side. (Not to mention the fact that he was someone they most emphatically did not want to take against them.) Too, Henry was still extremely interested in the man's (well, god's) religion and mythology.

[spiderthatwaits]

He nodded to each of them and hesitated, trying to think of what might come next. He settled on "It put me in Gryffindor," sounding faintly pleased.