sharp_as_knives | Jono and Hannibal's wedding, the Ritz-Carlton, Jono's Westchester, Sunday

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Jono and Hannibal's wedding, the Ritz-Carlton, Jono's Westchester, Sunday

Despite the last-minute change of venue - when they'd finally found a date that worked, the contractors had run into snags at the Boards, and they'd ended up in Jono's world, at a banquet hall in Westchester that it had taken all of Hannibal's persuasion and Jono's reputation to get them - they were set up beautifully. The place was wood-panelled, and decorated in rich fabrics of black and light grey offset by twists of saffron and dark yellow roses. Candles (electronic ones) flickered at the ends of each row of seats that had been set up.

The dining room had been set up in the same colors as the main hall – silver-grey tablecloths with black and saffron plaid cloth napkins, china edged in the same colors, and black vases with flame-like saffron-colored flowers rising up from them.

Look, Hannibal had been forbidden from cooking for his own wedding; nobody had said a thing about decorating!

The tables had all been laid out with prominent place-cards at them, to let people know where they ought to sit. Not that anybody was enforcing it, but if Logan and Karla ended up at the same table, it would be no-one's fault but their own.

Eliot	Eliot had prepared plenty of appetizers for people to snack on while they gathered, found their seats, and made small talk with their tablemates. There were mini asparagus and gruyere tarts, tiny yorkshire puddings, and lavender and earl grey scones. For dinner, guests had three options: Honey-soy broiled salmon, spring lamb with a cranberry, tomato, and thyme crust, or vegetarian shepherds pie, all served with smashed peas and roasted sweet potato wedges with saffron aioli. Because you didn't have a theme like "saffron" without it showing up in the meal somewhere. The wedges were served wrapped in a cone of edible rice-paper newsprint, ala classic British street food, complete with traditional wooden chip forks. Eliot had even shelled out to have a J and an H inscribed on each fork. Despite pleading "not a baker" when Hannibal asked about the cake, he still prepared – or arranged to be prepared, in the case of the first one – a few extra treats for dessert as well: a traditional Lithuanian šakotis and some cream-stuffed strawberries Sophie insisted were must haves for a proper British wedding – especially one that fell right in the middle of strawberry season. Over all, he was pleased with the results. He hadn't even had to use his appetizers to fight off a vicious contract killer with a grudge, this time. He just hoped that everyone enjoyed eating it as much as he'd enjoyed making it.
Hannibal	Fortunately, the vicious killers were the ones getting married, this time. And neither of them had a grudge against Eliot. Which didn't mean Hannibal wasn't going to wander through and smell everything ahead of time. And give those forks and newsprint a side-eye. Such a side-eye.
Eliot	That expression was entirely unsurprising to Eliot. "They're traditional, man, trust me. Jono's gonna get a kick out of 'em."
Hannibal	Hannibal sighed. "I'm certain he will." And since Jono couldn't actually eat the food, he might as well get his kicks from looking at it. He shook his head and chuckled, then held his hand out to Eliot. "It all looks and smells wonderful; thank you."

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For arriving, being seen in all your finery, and hanging out with your friends.

Hannibal straightened his tie and smoothed down his jacket. The silver grey had a sheen that would make it show any wrinkles, and he had no intentions of giving it the chance. The saffron-dyed bow tie and pocket square and saffron-and-black patterned waistcoat set it off nicely. Amber cufflinks finished the look for the most part, though he was looking forward to seeing it all tied together with the reflections of Jono's flames.

Someone had decided they ought to at least dress and enter separately. Silly superstitions.

Hannibal is getting ready; come say hi if you're so inclined.

Edited 2016-06-05 02:47 (UTC)

Meanwhile, in Jono's dressing room, he was mostly just staring at himself in the mirror. His flames were out in plain view, yes, but with the way they filtered through the floral-mesh fabric of his shirt, they were actually... not bad.

He squinted and tilted his head to the side, and then reached up to smooth down a stray lock of hair. The one downside to the flames being free and wild was that his hair didn't care to stay put for long. A problem that they were solving with a quantity of hairspray that made him thankful of both the fact that his flames weren't technically fire, and that he didn't need to breathe.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

Jono is getting ready; come tease him if you're so inclined.

The grooms walked in from either side and met at the back of the audience. They made a lovely picture – one in a classic black tux (sans tie) with flames showing in a pattern at his chest, and the other in silver grey that reflected the flames and a patterned vest, both of them with touches of saffron color.

Ghanima	Of all the duties and responsibilities that came with her heritage, this was, perhaps, one that Ghanima enjoyed the most; using her position – be it as Empress of the Imperium or as Sayyadina – to bring joy to others. Deliberately vexing politicians was, perhaps, a close second on the list, but it was still second. She had been watching from the back of the hall as the guests arrived, settling into their seats in anticipation, and turned as she sensed the guests of the hour approaching. "Are we ready, then?" she asked, with a smile for the small group. "Any last requests?"
Jono	//Yes,// Jono replied, still looking something like a deer in the headlights. But more on fire. //Be gentle.// He was basically as ready as he was going to get.
Hannibal	"If he tries to run, stop him long enough for me to sit on him," Hannibal said wryly. But he put an arm around Jono, squeezing his waist.
Ghanima	"May I suggest using the Litany Against Fear, if you start to feel faint?" Ghanima suggested gently, trying not to laugh at Jono's gobsmacked expression. "I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me. Where the fear has gone, there shall be nothing. Only I will remain."
Jono	Jono followed along right up until the end, and then tilted his head toward Hannibal, some of that nervousness fading into a bit of amusement of his own. //Well, hopefully not only me...// ... He was basically saying that yes, that was a help.
Hannibal	Hannibal gave him an amused look, and Ghanima an interested one. "I should love to speak with you about that more later. And thank you."
Ghanima	"I am at your disposal today, gentlemen, in whatever ways I can be of service," Ghanima replied, bowing her head slightly. "Let me know when you're ready to begin."

Edited 2016-06-05 03:18 (UTC)

Goon Earl	If the grooms had been about to say anything in response to Lady Ghanima's lovely opening, that sentiment was cut short by a loud explosion at the other side of the room. Because some people just couldn't use doors. "Mutie! Remember us?!" Standing in the rubble, there were two men. Two machines? Two men with way too much metal grafted to their bodies to be completely human, no matter what they insisted they were. "You thought you could keep what you were doing here a secret from us for long?"
Goon Frank	The guy standing next to the one who was talking looked at him askance and held up a newspaper clipping. "Actually, Earl, there was a wedding announcement in the paper, remember?"
Goon Earl	"Shut up, Frank," the first man hissed, turning his attention temporarily toward his companion long enough to make him cower back a bit. "This is exactly how the mutie freaks got the better of us and our failed e-business in the first place, you know." He cleared his... throat? And then looked back toward the bemused grooms. "The fact remains, we've been looking for you ever since our last fateful meeting, Starsmore! We've followed you all around the world, following tabloids and newspaper articles, to THIS PLACE."
Jono	Jono just stared at the two idiots in the... hole in the wall three steps away from where the doorway had been. He was having difficulty placing them, honestly. //What? Wait, who the hell put an announcement in the classifieds!?//
Jubilee	Don't mind Jubilee. She was just going to whistle casually and try to slip out of the room unnoticed. She would have stuck around for the fight and to face the music for that one, but she did have a baby in her arms, so Jono would have to take up the jubilant wedding announcement with her later. Sorry, guys!
Hannibal	Hannibal noted her leaving, but...well, she did have a baby. And if she hadn't posted an announcement, he likely would have. He looked over at Jono. "Friends of yours?"
Jono	//Now there's a word I never would've used,// Jono muttered, rolling his eyes and then stepping forward to put himself between the crazies and the wedding party. Alluka, mostly, though that was mostly because he trusted Hannibal to keep himself out of the line of fire. //Christ, I haven't seen these plonkers since before I attended ESU.// For like a week. //Alright, listen up. These lunatics are dangerous, but stupi–// He was cut off then as a handful more mech'd up goons appeared in the doorway. Apparently Frank and Earl had been collecting some backup since the last time Jono took them out using mostly just his wits and an ill-fated lamp. One of them raised an energy weapon and fired a bolt of green energy into the crowd. It caught Logan square in the chest, flinging him backwards, through the wall to the dining room, directly into the cake. //... Sod it. Let's beat those bastards soundly.// This was their wedding day!

Edited 2016-06-05 04:20 (UTC)

As the police showed up to haul off the idiots and take statements, Hannibal sighed and looked around at the guests that were left. Jono's shirt had been shredded, and he took off his jacket to offer it to him.

He raised his voice to be heard by the remainder of the audience. "Fortunately, the food was mostly in the kitchen," with the notable exception of the cake, which Logan was wearing, "and will still be able to be served." If they could find enough unbroken tables.

"There is also," he noted dryly, "an open bar." They would need it.

It's tradition and we're terrible. You know how it is.

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Edited 2016-06-05 04:02 (UTC)

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Arrivals

Hannibal's dressing room

Jono's dressing room

The ceremony