The first step is the one you believe in

[handing]

Who: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, and everyone who has gathered there today.
What: A wedding and reception
When: Sept 14, All Day
Where: Cherry Blossom Hill / The Battle Dome
Summary: Pepper and Tony are getting married finally officially finally.
Rating: PG/PG-13 max? There's at least one kid here.
The decorations on the hill are simple ones; they've chosen this spot because it's naturally beautiful without the need for embellishments. Chairs have been set up for the expected guests, with a clear path laid out for the wedding party. And of course up front there is a place for those people to stand, in sight of everyone gathered so Tony won't be able to tell Pepper "I told you so" as color commentary won't be necessary.

After the ceremony everyone will be invited to go to the Battle Dome for the reception. There Tony's programmed an expansive hall with tables and seating enough for everyone. There's also a dance floor, which everyone is encouraged to take advantage of. The atmosphere is warm and vibrant, clearly intended to help all in attendance have a good time. Dinner will be served, and there's an open bar, with rum by request of the officiant.

Just don't get too rowdy, okay kids?

{{ooc: Visual references and details can be found here. Link is very image heavy. There will be separate threads for before the ceremony, during, and the reception.

EDIT: Now with a sign up to catch the bouquet!}}

Comments

[eversohungry]

I would argue, then, that I have seen more of this party than you have, and therefore I am enjoying more than you are. [She grins back, maybe enjoying putting Jack on the defensive a little too much.] And really, you should have seen what I wore in 1887--that I could have set plates on, it would have been very convenient right now.

[250mhzwabl]

[Jack practically pouts at that comeback, unable to really argue it with words or reason and thus resorting to the totally mature, manful tactic of simply looking rueful and burying his lower face in his forearms. The comment about the dress draws a chuff of a laugh, though, along with a quirked eyebrow.]

Walking around with the good china perched on your bottom? Is that part of charm school?

[eversohungry]

No, I'm fairly certain they teach you not to do that in charm school, which is probably why I would try it.

Don't look so stiff, Jack. [She pats his arms lightly.] Isn't it usually a tradition that the son asks his mother for a dance at these sorts of events?

[250mhzwabl]

Is it? You should have more than enough to keep you busy, then.

[It's cheek, but of the extremely mild and affectionate sort, and Jack is already sitting up straighter and looking for Sam to wave over.]

Haven't Max or Eugene done their due diligence yet? For shame.

[eversohungry]

[Vastra laughs--yes, she does have quite a few adopted children now, doesn't she? She keeps it to herself how much she loves it. Without them, she would be very lonely indeed.]

I haven't let them, the beginning of this was absolute hell--like locusts, I swear.

[250mhzwabl]

And now it's settled down to . . . what? Cockroaches? Rats? Mice? Ants? [He oversees the transition to the next track as it happens, happily chattering through it.] I need to know where we stand on the spectrum of vermin.

[eversohungry]

Well that depends entirely on which Silurian you're asking, Jack. Technically, we were the dominant species before you. [She grins, though she vaguely wonders if that was a bit too far.] Personally, I would find 'ants' to be the most apt description. Very diligent and highly organized when you want to be.

[250mhzwabl]

[No offence taken, as far as Jack is concerned. It's actually sort of cool to think of there being a prior dominant race, honestly. Takes some of the pressure off the humans of his own time having mucked things up so bad, maybe.

He nods consideringly, smile thoughtful.]

Ants. Not bad. Aren't they supposed to be just ridiculously strong?

[eversohungry]

True, and in that sense I suppose it isn't a terribly apt metaphor. You can't lift ten times your body weight, can you?

[250mhzwabl]

Well. No. I think I do like that part of the metaphor, though.

[He makes the confession with a laugh, but it's earnest. Oen likes hearing ones own species complimented, he supposes.]

Though if you're anything to go by, it seems like we're actually pretty weak compared to . . . Sel- er, sorry, what was the name?

[eversohungry]

Silurians. [Vastra smiles, not at all bothered that Jack can't remember the name of her species. What reason would he have to memorize it, after all?] I can lift more than the average human, however I'm not exactly equipped to do heavy-lifting all the time. I could lift a carriage, for example, if the moment struck me, but I couldn't throw it by any stretch of the imagination.

[250mhzwabl]

Oh, well. As long as you can't throw it.

[Jack grins teasingly, seeing Sam finally begin his stroll over and ducking out from behind the table. The next few songs up should be a little slower, and he pauses alongside Vastra, offering his elbow.]

Well then, mom, [He drawls teasingly, in an actual passable imitation of his accent during the shift when he'd temporarily forgotten that he was anything but pseudo-American.] May this little insect have this dance?

[eversohungry]

Oh Jack, you are by no means a little insect. [She smiles and takes his elbow.] Just a naked pink infant bird that I occasionally have to feed and keep in my very cluttered, but unique, nest.

[250mhzwabl]

. . . you know, I feel like I should probably be more offended by that?

[Jack's not exactly seamless in his movements - pretty much all of his dancing knowledge is by way of Bucky or Eugene and at best only a few years old, after all - but he settles into a position to lead as a new track, one from Eugene's collection, croons to life. He offers a little smirk, fluttering his wings out behind him.]

Though I do have some feathers, you know.

[eversohungry]

Oh do you? [Vastra pretends to be surprised by this revelation, takes a moment to lean over and look at Jack's wings and raise her eyebrows while she follows Jack's lead in the dancing.]

Goodness, so you do. So you are merely a nearly naked pink chick.

[250mhzwabl]

Yep! It'll be talons any day now.

[He gives one last little demonstrative slit, the folds them flat against his back again, stepping and swaying with the melody.]

Eugene might not be too happy about a beak, though. They seem inconvenient for kissing.

[eversohungry]

They do, rather. I would be glad if you would develop some talons though, I might not have to worry so much about you and him gallivanting off on a draft by yourselves.

[250mhzwabl]

We did all right on the draft! [As far as most people remaining in Luceti know, at least, and he likes keeping it that way.] And that shift, you saw how I managed with that sword you tossed at me.