lucetilogs | The first step is the one you believe in

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!}}

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I guess.

[He stands there for a moment and then follows after Simon, looking thoroughly baffled and kind of miserable.]

I'm sorry. I don't... have I pissed you off? I didn't mean to.

What? [The question has her looking back over her shoulder at Sam, taking in his expression and that has her huffing out a small sigh, shaking her head.] No, Sam. You didn't. I just... This is weird. All of it's weird. I'm not even thinking like me. Maybe I shouldn't have come to this thing.

Well yeah, I mean, you're a girl and we're in another universe with wings but... but there aren't zombies and there are hot showers and as much alcohol as you can drink, right?

[She huffs out a laugh at that and waves off his worried look, adopting a crooked smirk that's just as familiar on her, despite the change of appearance.] Yeah, Sam. I know. No need to go stealing my role as the eternal optimist just because I went and got boobs.

Hey, I'm optimistic! Out on missions, I'm all encouraging and stuff.

Yeah. You are. You do good, Sammy. No one's denying that. [The smile she gives him is crooked and fond, something else in her expression that's not normally there. Or just maybe not so typically apparent. But she shrugs that off too and turns back towards the refreshment table.] Come on. Drinks. I need one.

[He smiles back, and there's something there that he's not used to seeing, but he doesn't quite catch it. Probably seeing things.]

Right, yeah! Drinks. Champagne at least. The bar is pretty well stocked.

The first step is the one you believe in

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