ataraxionlogs | you're a bird you just didn't know it [OPEN]

CHARACTERS: Murphy Pendleton and Anne Cunningham... and you.
LOCATION: The chapel in the Oxygen Gardens.
WARNINGS: Wedding stuff. Casual cursing. Consumption of alcohol. You know, for kids!
SUMMARY: Silent Hill veterans just tying the literal knot, no big d or anything.
NOTES: Backdated to the 17th, after this thing went up!

The Tranquility. Home of crazy, bad juju, and evidently love.

The ceremony itself is a casual one. There are rings, of course -- and an actual knot tied between the bride and groom, a ye olde tradition Murphy was rather fond of, himself. But if you're looking for extravagance, you'll not find it here.

What you will find, however, is a lot of booze, procured from the kitchens of the sixth deck and -- is that moonshine? Yes it is.

And food. There's a lot of food. All cooked by the groom (not the bride, so don't worry). You'll find a wide range of traditional Irish dishes, most which will include stuff handpicked from the gardens.

Feel free to prod the newlyweds. Especially Murphy, because yeah.

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"Nice dress," is what he nods in return - and it's supposed to be an attempt at a lightheartedness, a sort of ha ha, he knows where it came from, isn't that ironic that Anne and Heather of all people are sharing dresses - but the delivery is so straight-faced it might fall flat.

Which is something he seems to realize, after it comes out of his mouth. Instead of waiting to see if Anne gets offended or not he just barrels on with an almost alarmed sounding "congratulations" and a second or two later shoves out a gloved hand to shake.

"Thanks," she responds with just the same level-headed coolness she always displays, though she's also warmer than usual because... well... it's her wedding day. Even the angriest of people (like Anne) are made docile by this sort of thing. "It's Heather's. But I guess you already knew that." A twinge of an amused smile, because she can get the amusement even behind all that straight-faced linefacery. Mostly because she's the same way.

Anne shakes his hand, because that's what she's better at than being friendly. She's still smiling at him, though. Because despite their history, she's fond of him. And she does consider him a friend.

"I uh," he stalls, and only then when he's in mid-foot-shuffle sees that she gets what he meant but by then she's shaking his hand and still smiling, and that's a trip. He bites his lip, brows going knit and worried, slowly pulls his hand back to rub at the back of his neck while floundering for what to say.

"I did, yeah."

She's smiling at him - he should at least attempt to smile back. Or something. It's a rare thing for Anne to give someone a smile, let alone him. So he tries. Tries being the operative word here. No real smile, no teeth shown, just a tight upward tug of his lips.

When he does that awkward, ridiculous sort of smile, her lips twitch a bit because she really doesn't want to laugh at him, but he's just so uncomfortable ridiculous. She does succeed in not laughing, but the result is that her smile is a little goofier than she'd like. Not that it matters.

"You can relax, you know. I'm not going to chew you out or anything." Not like before, when they really, really didn't like each other. But she does like him by now. He's endearing, in his own way.

"I'm not - ah." He pauses to scrub at his face and decide what he's not, exactly. "I just," he huffs and drops his hand and looks up at Anne again, cheeks puffed out on the huff out, determined to say at least something worthwhile.

"Can I smoke?"

Not... exactly what he meant to ask, but hell. It'd probably help.

"You can - have some. If y'want. Brought a couple spliffs."

There's something vaguely adorable about all of his awkwardness, and she just nods at his question. She almost mentions "it's a free country", but it occurs to her that they're in space, and so they're not really in a country. Certainly not America.

"Go for it." She says, but shakes her head at the offer. "Probably not a good idea on my wedding day, but thanks all the same." What she actually means is that it isn't a good idea for her wedding night but... well... Netherlands really doesn't need to hear about that.

Anne please, don't let him start on national stereotypes.

At the mention of her wedding day he flushes all over again while in the midst of pulling out said spliffs - slides the second back into his pocket as she declines - kind of flounders there for a moment before he feels a familiar ramming into his leg and looks down.

HE IS AWAKE NOW AND WHAT IS HAPPENING

FEED HIM APPLE

PICK HIM UP

"Cockhead," he mutters, in the most affectionate tone one could ever say the word cockhead in, and crouches at the knees to scoop his tiny fluff of an asshole up while jamming the joint in his mouth with his other hand. Stands up, snicks the lighter. Nods to Anne, mutters "Lodewijk" through the spliff perched between his lips, nods to Lodewijk.

Lodewijk wiggles his nose.

Anne, who has never really shown her secret soft spot for animals to anyone on the ship but Murphy (and really, she had to. Because they're bird parents together), looks at the fluffy bundle of ridiculous in Netherlands' arms and just very suddenly melts. Mostly internally, of course. Even on her wedding day Anne has to maintain some degree of composure. But her smile does widen quite considerably and an odd gurgling sound comes out of her mouth.

His mouth very suddenly purses in his attempt to keep from making an equally odd expression at her in response, and rather than look at her or ask what the hell is up - because he hasn't smoked enough for a smiling and gurgling Anne not to still be close to brain-breaking - he glances around them instead, looking for seating.

"You can hold 'im, if you sit..." He mutters it through his teeth and jerks his head toward the nearest bench, then blinks and tilts his head to the side to raise a brow down at Lodewijk. "S'okay, right."

Yeah, he's talking to his rabbit there, not Anne. No, he's not actually going to explain.

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