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]

"Keep tellin' everyone I'm glowin' an' you'll start a rumor I'm pregnant an' this was all a shotgun thing," Hardison teased. "If that happens, I'm siccin' my Nana on you for gettin' her hopes up for granbabies."

Re: The Reception

[imafuturist]

"You're not pregnant?" See, this is why he was friends with Tony.

Re: The Reception

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Well, have you seen me drinkin' champagne durin' the toasts?" Hardison joked right back.

Because shame was for other people. The people who didn't get married today.

Re: The Reception

[imafuturist]

"Ginger ale. Easy to fool people." He knew the tricks at fancy parties.

Re: The Reception

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Dammit, Tony, we were waitin' to tell people after the honeymoon," Hardison snickered. "Now you went an' ruined the surprise."

Re: The Reception

[imafuturist]

"Dibs on being fun uncle," Tony said immediately.

Re: The Reception

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Obviously," Hardison retorted. "I'mma need you to keep Steve from tryna convince my kids that gelatin is a complete part of a balanced breakfast. In between makin', like, baby's first blaster boots."