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

[prophetnotpoet]

"'Scuse me," Cassie offered the woman a little smile as the party fell into full swing. "You're Nana, right? Hardison's mom?"

Re: The Reception

[nana_of_the_geek]

"His nana," Nana corrected gently. "His mom...she couldn't be here today."

Not that Hardison would even want her to be, but that was a different story.

"But I raised an' adopted him, so it's close enough for me," she said. "An' you must be one of Eliot's nieces. I get pictures of y'all now. Ellie or Cassie, sweetheart?"

Re: The Reception

[prophetnotpoet]

"Right, sorry," Cassie shrugged with a little blush. "I'm Cassie. Ellie's the one over there, with the world's straightest boyfriend." Ellie and her boyfriend did in fact exude a certain heterosexual energy where they stood by the bar, her in a floral sun dress, him in a casual suit. By contrast, Cassie was in a tailored waistcoat over a lacy strapless dress, tattooed and muscled arms on full display -- along with the rainbow labrys around her neck. "I think he's even wearing boat shoes." She shook her head. "Anyway. I've, uh. Heard a lot about you. Wanted to come say 'hi'."

Re: The Reception

[nana_of_the_geek]

"I'm glad you did," Nana said, brushing right by Cassie's embarrassment. No reason to be embarrassed in front of family, honey. "I think of y'all as my great-nieces, too. If that's all right with y'all. But you family now."

And she had a notion that they were missing out on some grandma love, knowing what she did about Eliot's mom's passing.

"And now that you're here, you can help me make up stories 'bout all the different folks here."

Re: The Reception

[prophetnotpoet]

Cassie teared up just a little at that instant adoption from an older generation, even having already known ahead of time that Nana wasn't the sort to reject people. She blinked it back with a smile and moved to sit next to Nana, happy for the change of subject. "People watching is my favorite," she said. "How about . . ." She pointed to the guy dressed all in black and red leather. "Them."

Re: The Reception

[nana_of_the_geek]

"Oh, he knows he's pretty," Nana said cackling. "And trouble, all the way up to his eyebrows. But a good boy, underneath. Even if he probably doesn't like showin' it all too much."

Re: The Reception

[prophetnotpoet]

"Wow. I think that's the first time I've ever heard someone people-watching go the cute route."

Re: The Reception

[nana_of_the_geek]

Nana laughed again. "All right, sugar, how would you call it?"