It's the event of the season!

[fallen_april]

It's the first time something like this has happened in the Inn, and Jane has decided to oblige April's few desires by temporarily changing the season from winter to spring. It's warm, but not too warm, not muddy, there's green and flowers everywhere

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PRE-CEREMONY CONVERSATION

[fallen_april]

There's got to be some chatter before the actual wedding, right?

[the_antiangst]

"Oh, you know. Hanging around here, meeting new people, catching up with old friends on occasion, making more clothes, getting the very very occasional trip back home in there. The usual."
...Well. It's the usual when your afterlife involves a pandimensional space or two.

[thteve]

But Steve takes that in stride. "Awesome. I'm glad you're doing well."

He'd say 'come visit me sometime', but... well, he knows he won't be around long for visiting.

[the_antiangst]

"Oh, so am I. Sure as hell wasn't expecting anything like this, but at the same time... I wasn't done yet, you know?"
He considered dropping by Life Support on at least one of those visits, but decided giving such members as would know him heart attacks wouldn't be very sporting.

[thteve]

"Yeah," Steve says softly. "I do."

Well, Steve wouldn't have been there, anyway. It's almost 1999 for him, and he'll be dead before the new year comes.

[the_antiangst]

One of Angel's visits was within that time frame. ...Granted, that was the one where Mark was dead for a week. There was a lot of staying in Santa Fe and plotting to go 'NEVER DO THAT AGAIN' once Angel got back to Milliways.
The circumstances seem to call for another hug. "You hang in there. Never know what might come next."

[thteve]

Steve hugs back, a little more needy this time around.

He knows. Theoretically. And under normal circumstances, he would say something about God having a plan, and everything turning out for the best. Most people who know him well have come to expect those sudden reminders of his religious beliefs.

Today, however, he doesn't say anything.

Re: PRE-CEREMONY CONVERSATION

[wolverine9601]

No one ask how, because he's never had an in the Inn conversation with either the bride or groom, but somehow... Logan is here. In the back.

He's actually standing under the nearest tree, however far away that may be and just... watching.

It's not creepy.

Really.

[fallen_april]

Amusingly, that happens to be the tree right near where April's hiding until the ceremony starts.

Look, Logan. A bride!

[wolverine9601]

Logan turns and sees the bride.

"Oh, Jesus," He mutters.

It's really. Just his luck.

[fallen_april]

April raises an eyebrow. "Nope. My name's April. NIce try, though."

[wolverine9601]

Logan just stares.

It's not that the humor is lost on him. It's just... weird.

"...Logan." He pauses. "You smell good."

[fallen_april]

April blushes a little and grins, like an idiot. "Thanks. I took, like... three showers today, so I probably smell ridiculously and overwhelmingly like vanilla, but..."

[wolverine9601]

"Better than peppermint," He mutters.

Don't ask.

"Look I didn't meant to... be here. I'll just..." Vague gestures to the forest.

As in, he knows he doesn't know either of them and wasn't invited and now feels even more out of place.

[fallen_april]

April smiles at him, widely, innocently, and a little hopefully. "Oh, you don't have to go! I mean... well, it's like a party, sort of. Anybody can come."

She holds out her hand. "I'm April, I'm twenty-two, and I'm an artist and a writer."

[wolverine9601]

Logan hesitates, staring at her hand.

It's nothing personal, but he likes to make sure the claws aren't going to go anywhere when he shakes someone's hand.

He shakes her hand, as gently as possible.

"I'm Logan. Don't remember the rest."