party ♔ love, you are my shelter and love, you are my home

[witchwoman]

[♪ brightly wound - eisley]

WHO || Erryone
WHAT || the wedding of Finnick Odair and Myrilandel de Tanos
WHERE || Andres Beach & Palace
WHEN || oct 23rd
HOW || actionapsm

Between the various members of the wedding party, everything comes together just in time for the big event. Within a few weeks' time, the day has finally arrived. Whether they've met or spoken to the bride and groom, the entire isle of Andres is invited to this event. Cool colors are prominent throughout the ceremony set up on the Andres coast. From the bridesmaids dresses to the flower arrangements to the beautiful blue sky and sea, it's a very calming atmosphere.

Once the ceremony is finished, everyone is invited to the reception, held at the Andres palace. There's food, drink, and music. Tables are available, but with such an open guest list, there's no assigned seating- other than the main table up front where the wedding party and their guests will sit last supper style.

Comments

[isisagent]

Did you add it to the pile of blood-drenched suits on the hill outside my room at the castle?

[Archer laughs and takes a drink.] Somebody should really take care of that one of these days.

[doubletake]

[She should probably be shocked, or confused, or something, but instead Elena just laughs and shakes her head before she lifts her drink a bit, clinking it against his as if making a toast.]

Never change, Archer.

[At least one of them had to get through this without falling apart. Might as well be him.]

[isisagent]

[Archer rolls his eyes, and jokingly quips;]

Sure, says the changeling. [He takes a drink, and grins.]

[doubletake]

[She's grinning over her glass, too.]

I have to. You don't.

[And then she knocks back the rest of her drink in one go before she sets it down on the closest flat surface. She then proceeds to reach out and grab for his free hand so she can tag at it.]

Come on, you're dancing with me.

[eggswoodhouse]

[ maybe. maybe this is happening.

the closest flat surface is a tray held by this old guy, who appears to be working at this wedding. does he know that the country's been taken over? probably not. ] Would you like another, miss?

[doubletake]

[She pauses, thinks for a brief moment, before she takes one, intending on just kind of...downing it on her way to the dance floor.]

Thanks.

[isisagent]

[Archer tags along after Elena towards the dance floor, but comes to an abrupt halt at this nonsense. He scoops a drink off the tray Woodhouse is carrying. Then he uppercuts the tray from the old man's hands.]

Where the hell have you been, Woodhouse? You keep sneaking off to - one can only assume - do gratuitous amounts of heroin. [And then he just stares at him, like an upset parent.] And clean this mess up! This is how you... get alcoholic ants? Or something.

[doubletake]

[Her eyebrows lift.]

You know this guy? [A beat.] Isn't he the help?

[She's so confused right now. Also flashing back to Archer thinking Francesca was the help. Deja vu? Sort of?]

[isisagent]

[I love that Elena isn't phased by the uppercutting of the drink tray. She's building up her Archer immunity.]

This is Woodhouse. He's been my butler since before I could wipe my own ass. He's a horrible heroin addict, and a worse butler, but he's MINE damnit!

I OWN HIM!

[eggswoodhouse]

[ the tray clatters to the floor as woodhouse raises both hands slowly, looking somewhat baffled but cowed nevertheless ] Er, yes, sir, certainly. [ he pulls a towel from his belt and bends down to start cleaning it up ]

[isisagent]

[Archer folds his arms, glaring at the old man.]

And put some elbow grease into it. I want to hear your old chicken bones creaking, damnit!

[doubletake]

[She probably has more Archer immunity than anyone, okay. Backhanding trays is small time Archer shenanigans at this point.]

...I'm pretty sure slavery is still considered wrong in most places in this world...

[isisagent]

Unfortunately, yes it is. Luckily Woodhouse is white and English, so it's serfdom and not slavery. [And he sips his drink, confident in his logic.]

[doubletake]

I'm pretty sure serfdom is considered a form of slavery. Strictly speaking.

[Still wrong, basically.]

[eggswoodhouse]

I'm sorry, sir, but again, I'm afraid I've no recollection of who you are...

[isisagent]

Uhm... indentured servant then?

[He glowers at the old man] What the hell do you remember, then? Is this that veil-bullshit, or just dementia?

[doubletake]

Archer...

[She says quietly, wrapping her hand around his wrist and squeezing gently, as if that will get him to play nice. Poor old man. :(]

[eggswoodhouse]

I wouldn't know, sir. I arrived on this island with no memory of how I came here, and fell into employment at the palace.

[isisagent]

Well, no shit Woodhouse, you're a fucking Heroin addict.

This is why we never let you out of the apartment, remember?!