yardbird: That ain't Anne. (birds of a feather)
Murphy Pendleton ([personal profile] yardbird) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-04-19 11:56 am

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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[personal profile] savethebullshit 2014-05-04 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
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.
handelaar: (bunny bunny bunny)

[personal profile] handelaar 2014-05-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
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.