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Who: Sparhawk and Elaine
What: Endings and Beginnings
When: After the Announcement
Where: From the Residence Stables to Elsewhere...
Rating: RCSC for Random and Crazy and Sexuality and Crack

( All Good Things... )

Elaine was sewing in her room when she heard the announcement, and sat up abruptly, her eyes widening, and one hand pressing protectively against her belly.

Destruct? But... She put her sewing down and got up from her chair with some difficulty. She had to find her husband. He would be out on the grounds somewhere.

Sparhawk?? Did you hear that? she thought to him desperately, as she went out of their rooms and headed out to find him.

Upon going outside, she stood stock still at the changes that had occurred in their surroundings.


"Sparhawk!" she shouted, nervous and frightened now.

Who: Sparhawk and Open
What: Riding
Where: All over the grounds.
When: Mid-day
Rating: TBD

( A wandering man across the world... )

For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).

( Let's get this party started! )


[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]

Sparhawk was riding Faran, exercising his friend as they rode across the grounds of Here, ocassionally startling one attendant of worker here or there. The sudden arrival or workers did not startle of upset Sparhawk. Indeed, if anything, it seeme a more normal state of affairs to a man who had been used to, when he lived in such a place as this, having servants, courtiers, and others always around. It had been the small population, the sheer dearth of people that had bothered him, and this new fullness of Here, well, it seemed right.

He was not too sure he understood their unrelenting cheerfulness, however, as he was used to a universal truth; servants are not that happy about being such.

Thus, it was a thouyghtful Sparhawk who was a-riding this morning, and a quiet, for once, Faran, who was carrying him.

Everything was in readiness. The night before, they had set up everything with Ginny and Jamie's help. There was a small, white archway at the end of a bridal path of white, with chairs along both sides of the path. Small, twinkling lights hovered just over the ground, also compliments of Ginny.

There was a small area for dancing and tables for sitting and eating underneath a tent, and the breakfast reception would soon be spread--the party would go on for hours, perhaps, if people so wished.

Before the sun has even peeked over the horizon, when the dawn is just a purple dream in the distant sky, the priest shows up to make sure all is in readiness. He does so love weddings, the joy they bring to all who attend them, and it is a peaceful thing to be here first, before anyone, even the groom, has shown up.

It is a lovely morning, warm, with the mist still on the ground and the birdsong in the air.

And so he walks through the set up, making sure that nothing is inordinately wet, before the guests start arriving.

And
arrive they do, blinking in the early morning, as many as want to come and are awake at this time. The priest greets them all pleasantly and guides them to seats.

Sparhawk and Jamie Madrox, his witness, come closer to the time, and he spends his time waiting and talking pleasantly with the priest--or at least as pleasantly as can be managed, with the imminence of the wedding. The bridegroom's eyes keep stealing towards the Residence, seeking the form of his bride. His witness nudges him, making a murmured comment, and Sparhawk laughs.

And the birds keep singing as the purple dawn turns to pink and red, and then there is a stirring out by the Residence, and the front door swings open.

Elaine practically skips into the Lobby with a piece of paper, which she attaches to the message board while smiling and blushing happily. And nervously.

Sir Sparhawk
and
Lady Elayne le Blanke d'Astolat
request the honour of thy attendance
at their joining in the rites of matrimony
at dawn
upon Monday of this coming week
All are welcome. Come and share our joy!

Her task complete, she looks at it for a few moments before bouncing on her toes and starting back to her room. It was so close!

She could hardly wait.

What: Lucas and Layla's wedding, set at dusk, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.

(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)

( The Wedding of Mr. Lucas Eugene Scott and Ms. Layla Sophie Williams. Please come and celebrate with them on this wonderful and special day. )

Elaine is writing, and is very glad for the abundance of paper. This is...a very difficult letter to write.

How do you write the last letter to your family, knowing you'll never hear back from them? How do you convey that you miss them but that you're also happy?

She's staring at a mostly blank piece of paper. Maybe she should make a list of things she wants to say. Her brow is furrowed and she's definitely tense.

And the tea is not helping at all.

[Arrangements: After a sudden proposal, Sparhawk seeks out a priest for a short but fruitful talk.]

With all the chaos, Sparhawk was wandering, looking for people in need of assistance. He had freed Faran from confinement and set him loose to defend himself or aid others, as the horse would choose.

He walked the halls,and the grounds, heading to check on Lady Elaine, for he knew this kind of situation would not be the most peaceful for anyone. He had made his peace with it, for though his magic was gone, he still felt his God within, and that held him up and kept him strong.



9ooc: Feel free to catch him anywhere for tagging!)

Who: Sparhawk and Open
What: Walking with Faran
Where: Outside and around the Residence
When: Evening into Night
Rating/Warnings: TBD

Sparhawk was walking, watching the night. This strange place bred a weird kind of relaxation, an ease of one's guard, even with the recent explosion. He walked, and as he did, he found himself wondering how the explosion had started and why.

It did not matter on a large scale, save that the cause might be loose amongst them. He dispelled such worries from his mind, for he was no longer a champion of a guardian, save of Elaine. He smiled as he thought of her, his mind going to the sound of her voice, the scent of her perfume. He knew he was slowly gaining feelings for her, and he hoped it would not distress her, and that hopefully she might someday return them.

He walked the night, waving at a young man flying through the night sky, and shaking his head. So much oddness here, and so much he did not understand.

But it was a good place. And it was, for now, home.

Elaine sits in the tearoom, sipping tea carefully. She does not look injured any longer, which is due entirely to Sparhawk's magic and care. There is a book on the table in front of her, but she has not gone back to the Library. She is too scared to go back quite yet.

She's still a little shaken up; she has bad dreams sometimes. Sparhawk has kept careful eye on her, though, and she is grateful not to have to be alone.

In fact, this is one of the first times she has really been alone since the explosion, and she's a trifle nervous. The book is open in front of her, but she might not be able to attend it as well has she might otherwise do.

So she sips her tea and looks out the window at the snow covered ground. It's been a long winter.

There was a memory of pain and cold, but she was warm as she woke up and opened weary eyes. She ached, but nothing like the mind-dulling pain when...whatever happened, happened.

She kept her eyes closed as she tried to piece things together. An explosion, Sparhawk had called it. Elaine didn't understand that word, though she knew the Latin, and she supposed it fit. There had been such a loud noise right before the world turned upside down.

But Sparhawk had come, Sparhawk had saved her and was keeping her safe. She opened her eyes.


"Sir?" she asked softly. The room was dimmed slightly and she couldn't see very much.

Who? Sparhawk and Elaine(closed)
What? A Rescue!
When? Right after the explosion and this!
Rating? Evil Explosion
Where? In the wreckage

Sparhawk was outside the when the explosion happened, and he ran instinctively toward the Residence. He knew, somehow, that Elaine would be in the thick of it, helping, even if she was not hurt. It was her nature, kind and helpful, and he smiled even as he braced himself for the worst possible news. Spells came to his mind, as he ran into the main hall and saw the wreckage.

Looking everywhere around him, he knew that finding Elaine without help would be impossible, so he settled down to cast a spell that allowed him to reach out, his mind calm and his heart beating fast, seeking Elaine's mind...