chicago ♔ weep not for the memories

[romanticidal]

♬ Back on Earth - Ozzy Osbourne

WHO || Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Myri, Dawn, Archer, Elena, Kat, Gar, Mark, Burt, Des, Rafael, Violet, Francesca, Luthir. [closed]
WHAT || Eterna Jade's funeral service
WHERE || Temple of Corellon, Chicago
WHEN || July 8th, 2013
HOW || Actionspam

[ While there is no temple to Sehanine located in the city limits, there is a large church erected to the elven god Corellon, and it's there that the funeral service itself is to be held, before Jade's body is taken to be laid to rest. The temple itself is a magnificent sight, made to appear as if it's been carved out of a large tree. High above them, the ceiling is made to replicate the night sky in vivid, magically reproduced detail, even in the middle of the day: not a painting, but a maintained illusory spell. A full moon hangs there, surrounded by the stars, an appropriate setting for remembering the life of the daughter of the sacred elven moon goddess.

Violet, using Burt's funds, has taken care of everything, arranging for the priest here to conduct an authentic elven funeral service, and also taking the liberty of being in charge of all decorations of the temple for the occasion. The temple is literally swimming in flowers: jasmine, lilies, white violas and moonflowers - absolutely all of them pristine and white, with the exception of some sunflowers set for accent.

Jade's body is laid among more of these flowers, in a casket on a raised dais, also clothed in white silk. Even in death, she possesses an uncanny beauty that's difficult to look away from. Quiet, ethereal, mournful music fills the room, creating a very otherwordly, sanctified atmosphere.

Except, of course, as the guests arrive and begin to seat themselves in the carved wooden pews, it's impossible to miss Burt buzzing around, helping a camera crew set up in the back of the church. This tends to detract a little from the overall effect, just a bit. ]

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

[There is no rhyme or reason for the outfit Des shows up in, except for maybe pissing Burt off and living up to Jade's nickname for him. And for once in his life, he gets to be a badass longcoat instead of "that guy in the leather jacket over there."

He's clearly uncomfortable by the entire affair. Funerals have never been a good place for him- they're a cruel reminder of what's perpetually out of his reach and an even bigger reminder that he'll see every person he knows buried before he'll ever be the one in the box. But he's here and he promised Violet he'd speak. So there's no backing out now.

As soon as he gets to the door, he removes the hat out of respect and goes straight to his seat without saying a word or passing more than a cursory glance at Jade's body. Instead, he does spend a good deal of time glowering at Burt and the camera crews before he finally sits down.

It's only then he notices the flowers- sunflowers. Somehow it's their seemingly innocuous inclusion that makes him sink lower into his chair and start rubbing at his face with his hands.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri has felt ill since this morning. It feels strange, since she hardly knew Jade when she was alive, but it's more to do with how she worries for the people still alive. She stays close to Finnick, which would be surprising to approximately no one, but there's no telling what Burt might ask of the boys today- and no telling how they might react if he did. She reaches down and takes his hand in hers, squeezing softly and offering him a small smile before they make their way to their seats.]

[rationalizes]

[ gar follows the dress in white memo, as well, even if her date kat walks in beside her wearing... her usual leather jacket and combat boots + jeans ensemble. what did you expect, really. the two of them take up the seats behind myri and finnick, as kat looks skeptically around at the decorations in here and gar tries to keep her from saying anything embarrassing. ]

[nosdacariad]

[ mark comes in behind them, wearing a black suit anyway, because that whole white thing makes him look like an ice cream man.

he looks sort of massively uncomfortable here, and takes a seat a few spots down from gar, sitting with his hands clasped between his knees, his foot tapping anxiously. ]

[romanticidal]

[ mark shouldn't feel bad because even half-elf rafael wore black, probably because he has this whole thematic thing going on and it'd be a shame to ruin that. also maybe because he's massively depressed. choose your own adventure.

either way, he walks up the aisle slowly, eyes riveted on the casket up ahead, to the exclusion of the rest of the scenery. when he reaches the front row, he takes a seat near des, with one space in between them, with barely an acknowledgement. ]

[starfucker]

[ it's a dark suit and tie for burt too, but ostensibly because he is entirely insensitive to other culture's traditions. he struts up the aisle and plops down in the seat between raf and des, drawing his smartphone out of his pocket and looking at it ] When's this show supposed to get on the road already?

[graveflowers]

[Violet's sort of in white. She's never been much for funereal colors though, but... whatever.]

If that phone isn't on silent I swear to god this will be a double funeral... [She snaps the answer walking in the opposite direction, a handful of little corsages gathered in her hands for... well these three guys in particular, thanks for sitting so close guys.] Take these, please.

[She makes floral arrangements as stress relief...]

[bigbad]

[Spike is sort of in white. More of a light grey, really, because his date is all in white and she chose his outfit. Seriously, Francesca, if he'd realized being your date would involve so much shopping and wearing colors other than black he would have made Mark do it. But he's here. He looks damn fine, again, thanks to Francesca. And he's trying to find two open seats for them.]

[slay]

[ buffy's donned a white dress for the occasion, as well, though the rest of her appearance isn't nearly so clean and uplifting.

it's hard to tell if the dark circles around her eyes are smoky eye make-up or just lack of sleep, and she doesn't appear to have tried to do much of anything with her hair outside of brushing it, so it's frizzed into half-curls at the bottom. she takes a corsage from vi, though she can't manage to drum up a smile as she nods to her, slipping it onto her wrist. she moves past, finding a seat near des. ]

[luthir]

[ luthir didn't even meet jade, but he's here to support violet, and if anyone questions him about it, they'll get a blank elf stare. also he helped her plan it, so nyah. he's dressed in all white, a suit of decidedly elvish cut, with leaf patterns visible in the coat. yep. he'll just have a seat wherever violet positions him. ]

[starfucker]

[ as rafael takes one without a word, burt looks up at violet and her corsages with a SRSLY? face. ] What the fuck is this - prom?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des takes his corsage, and continues to look at Burt like he wants to smother him with his hat.]

How about we get through this as painlessly as possible? All right? [Funny how that gritted-teeth statement sounds like a threat. (intimidate 22)]

[starfucker]

[ wow and he rolled a 2, so he'll just take that corsage and mumble a thanks to vi, shrinking in his seat a little ] Sure, yeah, whatever...

[isisagent]

[Archer is dressed in his signature tactical turtleneck - because he's tired of ruining good suits, and last time this whole crowd had a public gathering, he got shot - So he's taking no chances.]

[He finds a seat where he's got a good view of that guy who has a habit of pointing guns at friendlies (Archer can judge too, Des. Not that he has any grounds for it - he's pretty famous for friendly fire.)]

I still can't believe this is happening. [He mumbles, to no one in particular]

[graveflowers]

[You know what, Vi loves Des again. So she doesn't threaten to stab Burt in delicate, sensitive appendages with the same pin she is using to pin the flower on Luthir. Well that and she is preoccupied blushing every time she looks at said elf, shut up.]

I'm gonna go see how much longer. No one kill Burt, please. [And whoosh, down the aisle she goes to where people are trickling into the church.]

[notaroundme]

[Good thing Elena went shopping with Vi or she would have never known about the whole white thing. But she did, so hurray.

She has a seat next to Archer because someone has to make sure he doesn't shoot up the place. Or plant any makeshift bombs.]

Believe it. This is definitely real.

[Said quietly.]

[socialgraces]

[ Francesca has her arm through Spike's as they head into the church (with bitchin' disguise checks). However, she brings them to a pause at the door, silently gesturing to the television crew. ] Maybe we should sit in the back?

[bigbad]

Feeling camera shy? [Spike shoots a look towards their friends, then at the camera crew, then shrugs.] Yeah, all right.

[socialgraces]

Unless you need the... moral support? [ because she would feel bad if he was grieving and needed his friends. ] I just thought it might be best if all our faces weren't broadcast across national television. [ but she sounds a little more nervous about it than that. ]

[bigbad]

My face isn't going anywhere. Cameras can't see me. [He glances over at his friends, then gives Francesca a bit of a smile.] I'm not really the moral support type. The back is fine.

[socialgraces]

That's quite convenient for you. [ and she returns his smile with one of her own ] It might be better to keep an eye on things from back here, anyway.

[65]

[wow you guys was finnick really the only male member of failboat that got the memo about white. (vi probably shopped for him, lbr.) he's doing the thing where celebrities keep their heads down and purposefully ignore any cameras that might try to get in their faces. funerals like this weren't really a thing that happened back home, so he's just sort of letting the whole experience wash over him. that's been happening a lot lately .........

he squeezes myri's hand back as they take a seat.]