Meet me at the altar in your white dress

[starless_sky]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Kayanni System, the city
When: NOW

There is a wedding on the planet. You may know this because you were invited to this wedding by this little guy and it's a lovely ceremony! You can watch the couple get married, wether you know them or not, the whole fleet was invited.Even if they don't know you either. 

Noctis was in all black and he was beside himself, the time had finally come and after seeing his beautiful bride he couldn't look away. The music was soft yet appropriate. Luna was beaming, holding onto Shiro's arm down the aisle until they were together and holding hands. The vows went on as if in another room. Noctis couldn't quite focus on them, he was fighting getting sucked into Luna's orbit and just kissing her prematurely. Distantly he heard his cue to repeat after the offician and he recited his vows word for word. Umbra had their rings ready for them. When he put Luna's on her finger he felt a tear spill down his cheek. He couldn't stop smiling. The officiant led Luna then and Noctis hung on every word. Her voice was melodic and soft. Then he had a ring on his finger and he felt himself crying again. He just looked at her, he officiant left them through the end, announcing it was over, they were married.

Noctis didn't wait for any cue, he pulled Luna in close and dipped her as they kissed.

They were laughing and crying and holding each other tight. They were in their own world for the time being. But the RECEPTION starts now. And that's what everyone really came for. There's alcohol, food in a buffet, and cake . Those of you at the cake tasting with them may notice the flavor you recommended is available as a donut! All of the suggested flavors are availalble, it was hard to decide who didn't get their favorite and what ONE flavor to make an entire cake out of. It didn't sit well with either of them. 

Also sparklers  There is a table with a few gifts on it, but it contains a large display of long sparklers with matches and a bucket of water saying "Please light up our night!" 

SO Have at the reception everybody!

There is a: Dance floor with music booming, a buffet with delicious food and CAKE, There is BOOZE of all types and it's just flowing with no signs of stopping, and sparklers! Also dancing with the bride..... or getting a photo with the couple!

 

 

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MANY MINI PROMPTS | OTA | LOOMA LOVES HER A GOOD WEDDING, OKAY

[tough_love]

[As a courtesy, Looma actually went out of her way to go find something in the planet's shops to be rushed through to completion for someone of her size and, well, distinctly non-human anatomy. So she's actually wearing something approaching appropriate to the occasion, or at least, much more so than her armor does. And yikes is she behaving very, very differently than normal...]

[A: DANCING]

[Did she come here knowing how to dance? Well, not in any way humans would recognize. But she's been a very devoted study since it all started and gets the gist of it soon enough. Which may or may not ultimately be a good thing. Why?

Because no one is safe.

Y'all better get your dance on because she's not about to let go and she will drag you out there no matter who you are or if you even want to dance. Everyone is fair game- the bride, the groom, man or woman, young or old, heck she'd even drag out any resident space hobos or that one mullet-headed guy she tried to beat up not too long ago. It doesn't matter. Looma is super into everything about this and making exactly zero effort to hide it. Just accept your fate and try to enjoy yourself until you're granted sweet, sweet freedom.]

[B: ARM WRESTLING because of course]

[So turns out human weddings- just about anyone's weddings, really- are a little different from Tetramand weddings. There actually isn't supposed to be a giant brawl involved. You can thank whoever had the wisdom to inform her of that before the ceremony, otherwise things could have turned out a whole lot less idyllic for people not alien warlords.

So she's getting that all out of her system by challenging anyone who seems like they'd be down for it to a simple contest of strength, and taking any other challengers at a little table away from the main bunch. Don't worry, she'll be gentle- she'll make sure everyone's arms still bend the normal way and remain firmly attached no matter how badly she wants to win! Probably]

[C: Socializing!]

[Of course, for anyone not raised in a culture that prizes contests of strength and a good battle, she's at open for some light socializing. You know, like a normal person. When she's not forcibly dragging people off to their slow-dancing doom or trying to assert her dominance via ill-advised arm wrestling matches, anyway.]

[D: WILD CARD]

[Maybe you've got something else you need to talk to her about. Or maybe you wish to appease the four-armed giant with delicious food in hopes that it will spare you being dragged off to dance later in the evening (it won't, but points for effort). Or maybe you just feel up to teaching her just what in the actual hell a sparkler is and why anyone celebrates with pyrotechnic toys that don't explode (but why though?!?). Anything you can think of!]

A!

[luxoraculi]

[ Luna is not at all concerned about being pulled out onto the dance floor. While they haven't formally met, she knows who Looma is thanks to Noctis. She is all smiles as she happily follows the other woman out onto the floor. She's in such a good mood, and honestly she wants to meet every single person who bothered to come to their little wedding, especially those whom are associated directly with her dearly beloved. ]

Thank you very much for coming to our wedding, Captain Looma. [ Formalities as usual are first and foremost for Luna, because once they're out on that floor she's offering her a small, but very grateful bow. ] It means the world to me to have Noctis' friends here, and any friend of Noctis is a friend of mine.

Re: A!

[tough_love]

[Friend? Not quite, but she wasn't going to go out of her way to correct Luna. Looma had barely gotten to get a feel for Noctis before he approached her about transferring ships, but he seemed tolerable enough. And, closet hopeless romantic that she was, Looma could only respect his dedication. So he'd be spared a correction here.]

Oh, it is the least I could do! He was a part of my crew, after all!

[For like, a week, but she won't go into that. Better to just try and pull off the best dance she could muster, despite easily having at least two and a half feet on the other woman.]

I must admit this is not the sort of wedding I am accustomed to, but it was wonderful all the same!

[Read: WHY CAN'T SHE PUNCH PEOPLE??? But whatever, you humans have drearily peaceful weddings, apparently that's just a thing she has to live with]

[luxoraculi]

[ Luna beams at Looma; she's glad that she allowed Noctis to come to the First Breath, because really, any more separation and she may have gone crazy. Not that she has to worry about that anymore. ]

No? What are weddings like in your world? Ah, but I am glad that you are enjoying yourself so far.

[ She is, too; honestly, Luna's been extremely worried that their guests wouldn't have any fun, or would just sort of not... want to show up or participate, so she is more than happy to see that she was dead wrong. ]

Re: B- because of course.

[sonof_mogh]

You seek an arm wrestle?

[Worf was still meeting new people, as he journied aboard different ships and meeting Looma face to face was rather an impressive sight. Now, he had ventured planet side, he was ready for more challenges, as he looked around. She was big. A large female warrior. Worf respected that.]

Then, I challenge you.

[He took a seat opposite Looma and prepared his right arm to be tested against this mighty warrior woman. It should prove interesting, yet he did not want to lose. That would be dishonourable.]

[tough_love]

[Oh, oh she is down for this, buddy. She flashes a grin that borders on positively predatory before taking a seat and getting ready for this lopsided contest.]

One arm? Or two?

[Hey, it was a valid question- and she just wants to know if you want a handicap, Worf. She's got twice the number of arms you do, after all.]

[sonof_mogh]

[He didn't think about her other arms. Damn. Yet, Worf was not going to be beaten or looked upon as weak, so he frowned.]

I will challenge you with both arms.

[He could grab both with his two arms and try to force her down onto the table somehow? This would take a bit of thinking, going up against a woman with four arms. What have you got yourself into, Worf?]

We are both warriors so we will fight with honour.

[tough_love]

Well, so long as it is your decision...

[She'd given him his chance, so hey, she'd not be held responsible here. She'll go ahead and prop up both right arms on the table. She'd even be more than patient about letting him figure out how to deal with that, too.

She fully understood his position, too- for whatever that was worth.]

Oh, but of course! I would not dream of cheating. In any contest, much less one of strength.

[But seriously Worf, what have you gotten yourself into. She can bench press actual vehicles Worf, what are you doing with your life?]

[sonof_mogh]

It is my decision and mine alone.

[Because he's a warrior of the Klingon empire first and foremost over his Starfleet career. He doesn't want to be beaten by a woman from another race and a woman at that.]

Indeed. We are evenly matched.

[Really? Worf, buddy, you are OUTMATCHED seriously.]

[tough_love]

[Well if he had his heart set on it, who was she to refuse, huh? That grin just gets even wider at his claim, however. He was clearly getting her hopes up, now.]

Oh? We shall see!

[She's just gonna prop both of her right arms up on the table and wait- in more ways than one. As eager as she was, she was going to play it safe here- focus on just keeping her arms in place rather than trying to win right out the gate. It'd be poor form to rip an arm out of place if he was wrong, after all.]

You may begin when you are ready.

[sonof_mogh]

Very well.

[Worf prepared himself for the pain that was bound to come out of this match. She was a strong foe, a very strong foe, yet he was never going to bow out of any fight, no matter how hard. His honour was all at stake here.

He gripped both arms with each of his and attempted to gain a good angle of leverage. Could he even push her arms to the side and force her hand? He steeled himself.]

I am ready.

[tough_love]

Are you?

[To be fair, the smugness wasn't without reason here. She had confidence to spare, especially since she could probably hoist him off his feet with just one arm, and he was going out of his way to try and figure out a way to deal with two of them.

Still, caution was the rule of the day here, so she'd restrain herself to get a feel for how far she could push him. She didn't appear to be putting in much effort at all, but on his end it'd feel like dealing with an exceptionally strong human. She had reason to suspect he was stronger than that- being from a different, more militant species than they were- but she didn't want to risk what would happen if she misjudged him too much.]

[sonof_mogh]

[Worf just offered her his trademark frown and began pushing all of his strength in trying to push both her massive arms down towards the table. It was going to be a mammoth task. She was strong. The Klingon growled, as he attempted to push her arms to the right, leaning his weight into it.

This would be tougher than predicted it seemed. Was she even trying?]

You are....strong for a woman. I respect that.

[tough_love]

[You know what, this was fun. She was having fun. She would never go out of her way to deceive anyone, but there was definitely a certain charm to letting people get in over their heads. Like Worf here, for example.

So she'd let him move her arms a fraction of an inch, let him have the illusion of progress, before slowly and steadily pushing back even harder. She had a safe enough estimate for just how much he could take now, and she'd gleefully ramp up her efforts. She was moving well beyond any human now, then breezing past anything a Vulcan could manage, and not showing any sign of stopping.]

Shall I take that as a compliment? Among Tetramands, we are the more powerful warriors.

[Don't mind her just resting her chin atop one of her free hands, Worf. You're doing fine, really. No he's not she's absolutely toying with him]

Is that not the case for your kind?