At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

[vdistinctive]

The colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.

Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.

Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.

A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.

Looks like it was time to begin.

[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]

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Re: The Reception

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Hey there," Hardison said, extracting himself from another conversation to come over and greet Kitty and Clint. "Y'all came! Here to be our married role models?"

Re: The Reception

[throughaphase]

"And also to do this! Ahhhhhhh," she said, going to hug him.

Re: The Reception

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison laughed, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a little spin, too. "Ahhhh!" he agreed. "Does it always feel this good?" he asked. "Gettin' to throw out the whole 'my wife' an' 'my husband' thing?"

Re: The Reception

[throughaphase]

"You do get used to it eventually," she told him. "But it's still pretty great."