vdistinctive | At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

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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Once Hardison had finished fussing with the speakers, it was pretty much time to begin. He took his place in front of Pastor Carter, where the three of them could stand in a triangle, each of them next to the other.

This was happening, it was really happening!

Raven was wearing a human disguise ~~despite her icon~~ for the sake of the handful of non-Fandom guests, and taking full advantage of the occasion to mimic an oceanic blue dress.

She reached over to brush imaginary dust from Hardison's shoulders and make sure his jacket hung right (it did, the thing was beautifully tailored), and give him a little squeeze and cheer. "Congratulations, Teach."

"Thanks for comin' back for this," he said, glancing backwards to give Raven a bright grin. "Wouldn't have felt right without you."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Just . . . don't be offended if Misfit and I end up ditching out early." She looked up at the other boat, offering her plus one a little wave. "They get twitchy if they have to be around people too long."

As did Raven.

"TA, so long as you're here long enough to see us get this done, it's plenty of time for me," Hardison said, giving her a soft smile. "Everythin' after that is just gravy."

"Well. I'll at least make them stick around long enough for me to say hi to Nana," she said. "And . . . maybe one toast."

Hardison laughed. "Nana will be happy to say hello," he said. "An' I won't be mad if y'all run off with a few bottles of champagne an' a doggy-bag. We got all this food, you might as well enjoy it."

At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

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