now it goes short and sweet

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Who: anyone who RSVP'd... and some who didn't
What: what's a Refugee wedding without epic?
Where: Radiant Garden
When: Wednesday Sep 16th



Sora had never actually been to a wedding before. Birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, even receptions, yes - but weddings? What was surprising was that he had grown up on a small cluster of islands where everyone knew everyone, and friends grew up to marry childhood sweethearts. But for some reason, Sora had never actually gone to the wedding ceremony. Something had always happened - he was sick, he had homework, Riku had challenged him to a race and forgotten that a family friend was getting married that morning but it wasn't like either of them would back down...

He had to ask Kairi in the end what was appropriate to wear to a wedding, having decided last minute that Ryune would be too busy actually planning said wedding to help. It was how he ended up sitting outside of the chapel dressed in black pants that were too itchy, a red short-sleeved dressshirt that just felt wrong, a tie which was doing its best to choke him...and sandals. He had to draw the line for comfort somewhere.

He was glad about the change of wedding date too - it threw off the media. Maybe it would throw off Calum too. Sora was an optimist by nature, knew that everything was going to turn out for the better... but he wondered sometimes, about the light and the darkness and a war that never seemed to be won.

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At the altar (before Lilith shows up)

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Stylish, sure, maybe. But Ren was also trying not to fidget and rumple the tuxedo she had been so eager to wear as a grooms(wo)man. The high collar and cross tie were almost uncomfortably snug around her throat, her feet were already starting to ache, and the snarkiest part of her kept saying that she looked like a rogue blackjack dealer. "I will never complain about women's formal wear again," she told herself for the third time, shifting her weight and trying not to dislodge Alan in the process.

She had to keep herself from running a hand through her hair, too. Sure, it was just gently curled and tied back into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck, but she knew it was only a matter of time until the curls flopped back to their normal, stick-straight state no matter how much hair spray she had used. She didn't want to hurry the process along.

It felt almost surreal, really. Not only was this her first wedding where she was part of the wedding party, but just one look at the assembled guests and their not-so-conventional gear was enough to remind her of just how bizarre the whole situation was. Even Ren had a few surprises up her sleeves--literally--and her staff had been tucked into a nearby alcove, just in case. But then, since when had the Refugees ever done anything the normal way?

Ren gave Brandon a gentle smile and nudged him a little. "All right, now if anyone gets any bright ideas to disrupt things during 'speak now or forever hold your peace,' I'll hold them while you and Ryune punch," she half-joked.

((OOC: *flail* This is what I get for not logging in earlier tonight. Sorry!))