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

[spin_kick_snap]

"Same," Kathy said. "My parents would be rolling over in their...well, they'd be horrified to know that their daughter was with two white boys of all things. I don't know if I'd been able to believe that my relationships would work out if I hadn't had Dad - Eliot-Dad - and them to be right there as proof that it could."

Re: The Reception

[tigerundercover]

Misfit nodded. "Representation matters."

"And they're just good people," Raven said. "I can pretty much guarantee neither Kathy nor I would still be here without them."

Re: The Reception

[spin_kick_snap]

"That's true," Kathy said. "I'd still be, ah. Lost in LA," she said carefully, uncertain of how much Raven had told Misfit. She didn't wanna look like a crazy person, nattering on about zombies at her dad's wedding. "But even when they were 'just' our teachers, they cared." She grinned suddenly. "Eliot once punched my bio-dad once. It was great."