The Harkonnen-Wolfe Wedding Extravaganza! (with Dethklok!)

[i_am_harkonnen]

((In short- It's a giant over-the-top wedding party with a Dethklok concert for characters to enjoy and do whatever- the whole school's been invited. It should be noted that Dethklok's music is known to have a almost magical effect- they've driven audiences insane, raised trolls, caused hurricanes, etc. Half the food's been spiked by Valentine,

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[nolongerprimal]

Dialga had found his way to the wedding, confused as to what one was. He watched in silence for a while, then, as the party commenced, he turned to the first person he saw.

"EXCUSE ME. WHAT IS A WEDDING?"

[shoggies]

Given the multiple and ubiquitous nature of the Shoggies, the statistical likelihood that a Shoggy was the first 'person' anyone might see was rather high. And in this case, statistics played out as expected- Shoggy 15 stared at Dialga a moment, blinking stupidly. Next to it, Shoggy 29 was doing about the same thing, before eventually venturing, "We think that this party is the wedding!" As if this suggestion was suddenly illuminating, Shoggy 15 added, "Weddings are parties with soooo cool food and rides. The food makes us see in extra colors!" Indeed, the eyes of most of the surrounding Shoggies were a bit oddly dilated. "Are you a shantak?"

[nolongerprimal]

"I AM NOT. I AM DIALGA, THE TEMPORAL POKEMON. THE FOOD MAKES YOU SEE IN A WIDER SPECTRUM, YOU SAY?"

[shoggies]

"It made us see everything!" Shoggy 29 exclaimed. "I can see tomorrow. And it has sooo many sooo cool colors. What's a spectrum?" "I think I ate one once," said Shoggy 15. "It had feathers! Like those." It waved a pseudopod toward a passing peacock. "What's a temporal pokemon? Do you taste good?"

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough had come mostly because there had been little else to do and Professor Harkonnen was one of the few teachers he actually had something resembling respect for.

As the party commenced Turlough eyed some of the walking statues-making sure they weren't about to attack or something-before picking up a drink.

Alas, it was one of Valentine's spell-enhanced offerings. Turlough promptly turned into a catgirl. He looked down.

"It either says something about me or this place that I'm practically used to it by now." He continued to drink.

[scribe_counter]

Veronica was intrigued by the invitation(s), the fanciness of which would've made the denizens of the Ultra-Luxe casino turn green under their ostentatious masks. The actual party seemed to her as if the Ultra-Luxe, the Tops, and Gomorrah had a wild Jet and Psycho-laced orgy which was crashed by a non-teetotal Caesar's Legion.

For once, Veronica's head was dehooded and she had an occasion to put on her evening gown. She gravitated toward the refreshments and stood twirling a toothpicked hors d'oeuvre in one hand and anxiously trying to fluff her cropped hair with the other while simultaneously trying with occasional sliding glances to figure out how the statues worked.

[degeneratewolfe]

"It's so nice to have the formalities out of the way," Valentine said to Vladimir, settling down to lounge in an elaborate black and red throne. He snapped his fingers at one of the house elves in attendance, who returned shortly with a plate piled high with a variety of the wedding refreshments, and a bottle of expensive champagne in an ice bucket.

[i_am_harkonnen]

"Isn't it? It all seems to be going so well, at that." Vladimir was comfortably seated in the throne beside Valentine's, his gaze alternating between his new husband and the surrounding festivities. With the arrival of the champagne and refreshments, he naturally found another focus, but once he took his glass and once again noticed the new ring that glimmered darkly amongst the others he habitually wore, the pattern came full-circle again. His eyes returned to Valentine, marvelous in his wedding white. The last time that Vladimir could recall feeling such particular satisfaction was when Arrakis came into his possession. "I know I've told you several times already, but, you look simply splendid in white."

[degeneratewolfe]

"I do. I really do." Valentine admired his own wedding ring, a lovely black and red poison ring that was at the moment harboring Spice should the reception food and drink not work well enough for him. Not that he didn't expect it to; it was one of the things that he'd made sure to actually get involved in other than simply signing off on the plans. "While you look imposing and magnificent."

He took a cookie for himself, swinging one leg lazily. "I really must congratulate you again on your finds. Jherek and Jasper have absolutely outdone themselves. Once I'm good and intoxicated I'm planning to have a go at the..." He peered out at the ride, getting a good lock at the name. "The Zipper."

[i_am_harkonnen]

((edit for typo!))

"We are resplendent, aren't we!" Vladimir gave Valentine a lingering smile, before taking a deep drink of champagne. "They really have done a marvelous job, haven't they- I had complete faith in Jasper of course. And Jherek's come through admirably- he's always so willing to please, and in so many ways." The Baron chuckled as he caught sight of a trio of Jherek's statue-like automatons, who'd encountered each other and were now obeying their simplistic programming with shameless enthusiasm. "His statues are certainly an amusing gift." And mostly fated to be torched by Smaug and Ancalagon in the not-too-distant future, although it was always possible that a few would end up wandering mindlessly around the forest

during the concert

[lemondrop_party]

This is your Dumbledore.

This is your Dumbledore on Dethklok.

The gangly old wizard must have affixed his hat to his head by means of some magic. Though his long locks and his beard-ponytail flailed wildly, throughout all Dumbledore's headbanging his wizardly chapeau remained firmly in place.

Even when he attempted moshing, his hat stayed put. His glasses did fall off at some point, but the hat stayed put.

He didn't happen to collide with your character whilst moshing, did he? There wasn't really a designated mosh pit ... Dumbledore just started moshing wherever!