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12 March 2011 @ 12:01 am
I see us now, your hand in my hand  
WHO: Angelica Jones, Pietro Maximoff, and OPEN
WHERE: Chapel of Our Lady at St. Patrick's Cathedral for the wedding, then onto the Avengers Mansion for the reception!
WHEN: 3/12/11; Saturday afternoon and into the evening
WARNINGS: The most hideous sappy fluff that ever there was and also possibly other stuff idek.
SUMMARY: Angelica and Pietro get married.
FORMAT: All!  I will post the different times/areas/etc. and you can tag in however you like.  This is open!  Have fun guys, and thank you all!  :')



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It was an unusually balmy day for early March in the City, with clouds high in the sky, streaking through the blue in wisps of white. Not that the weather particularly mattered to Angelica or Pietro, their day was to be spent indoors, surrounded by their friends and surrogate family, and despite some noticeable absences, their special day would proceed without a hitch. Not even a late afternoon rain shower, or an unruly guest or two could stop that.
 
 
 
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Pre-Wedding Stuff
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:14 am (UTC)
[Where members of the wedding party help with preparations, helping Angie overcome her hangover, etc. & where guests arrive at the church.]
ɑɳɠeɭiɕɑ ʝoɲɛʂ ✮ fiɾɛʂʈɑɾ: seriously?
open to Felicia, Gemma, & other ladies who want to stop in
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 11:14 am (UTC)
To say she had a headache was an understatement. For all intents and purposes, Angelica was quite thoroughly hungover. She hadn't gone to All That Jazz thinking she'd end up plastered and passed out drunk, but one round had turned to ten a bit too quickly, and to be honest, she wasn't entirely sure how she even got home.

Regardless, she was now staring into a mirror, still in her pajamas, with only half an hour before the ceremony was to start. The bags under her eyes were larger and darker than she'd ever seen them before, not helped at all by the paleness of the rest of her complexion. She looked awful, and there wasn't much time to transform her into something attractive enough to pull off a wedding gown.

Frantically, she set her mug of black coffee down and started rifling through her make-up bag to start working on that face of hers.
Yukina: concernedmaidenofice on March 12th, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
Yukina didn't know much about makeup, but she could tell that Angelica was not feeling well as soon as she got a good look at her. Although she was not a member of the wedding party, she had stopped by early to see if there was anything she could help with.

"Not feeling well?" she asked, peeking in. "Maybe I can use my powers to heal you."
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the black cat [ felicia hardy ]: mischeviousacrossyourpath on March 13th, 2011 02:14 am (UTC)
"Hey, girl," Felicia said, sliding over and sitting against the counter, adjusting the strap on her dress. "You look like you had fun last night."
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Gemma Doyle: Tee → Every now and then.sorcerously on March 13th, 2011 09:30 pm (UTC)
[Gemma wasn't feeling her best either, but this wasn't the first time she'd drunk too much. Granted, neither time had been planned, but that was beside the point. She rubbed at her forehead as she entered the room, but smiled at Angie anyway. She did look kind of terrible, but she was still getting married. It made her... glow somehow, as cliché as that was.]

Sp, are you ready to get married?
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Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: Master of many ovens!bluepurrymuffin on March 13th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC)
Hank was in the kitchen at the Mansion, putting some last minute touches on the cake. He was watching the clock closely so he'd have enough time to bound back to the church in time for the ceremony.
Sanji: gqmfnotadartboard on March 13th, 2011 03:25 am (UTC)
Here comes the head chef, ahead of the staff meant to help him - he planned to get started as early as he could so that everything would be ready in time. It might have meant missing the ceremony, but that was the price of being head chef.

Sanji only checked briefly at the sight of a big furry blue guy fiddling with the cake. He remembered seeing Hank around Edgeworth's party, and really, having Chopper in his crew meant large furry things were not all that strange. "So. This is the facility, I take it?"
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Boyd Langton: Smile
Open
rossum_ceo on March 15th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
Boyd arrived dressed in his best formal wear and smiling at everyone that he passed by. He was flattered when Ms. Jones had sent him the invitation and he'd gone out of his way to make sure he'd be able to attend. Showing his face at event like this could only serve to help further integrate him into the Import community and it was an opportunity he could not pass up.

So here he was being social and keeping up appearances. The only way it could be better would be if he'd been able to bring Whiskey as his date, but unfortunately that was never an option. It didn't matter he'd still enjoy himself and who knew, maybe he'd meet someone.
ɑɳɠeɭiɕɑ ʝoɲɛʂ ✮ fiɾɛʂʈɑɾ: wedding
Ceremony
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:16 am (UTC)
[This will probably be in fic form as soon as we finish writing the last of it... writing vows is really hard you guys. :>]
ɑɳɠeɭiɕɑ ʝoɲɛʂ ✮ fiɾɛʂʈɑɾ: weddingmicrowavemutant on March 13th, 2011 06:41 am (UTC)
At one thirty-three, the bride started to walk down the aisle. Her first steps were in silence, and those in attendance may have been too busy chattering amongst themselves and breathing in the grandeur of the cathedral to hear the soft clicking of her heeled shoes on the ancient floors below. Moments later, however, the organist's fingers sprang to life and the church was filled with the melodious chords of the processional. At once, all eyes were on Angelica as she slowly and gracefully continued down the aisle. She blushed faintly, lips pursed into a shy smile as she approached the altar and her friends and Pietro.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze settled on him, and she literally had to remind herself to breathe, that being nervous and excited and afraid was all par for the course when it came to getting married in front of massive amounts of family and friends. She figured she'd be just as nervous and jittery as she was now if they'd gone with their original plan and eloped instead.

Vaguely, she wondered if there were any telepaths in attendance and what on earth they'd think if they happened to read her mind just then.

The reverend spoke then, reciting the age old lines in a voice loud and clear enough for even those in the last row to hear him. But Angie wasn't listening to him. She was too busy listening to her own blood hammering through her veins, heart pounding so loudly she was sure it would explode. Fear and excitement on her face, she locked eyes with Pietro, trembling slightly as she tried to clear her mind and stay in the moment.

The reverend, apparently oblivious to the bride's trepidations, continued with his reading from John Halcyon Styn.

"The universe gifts us with more blessings than we can ever understand. It is one of the grand ironies of being human: Such big brains, and so little comprehension of the gift of every moment.

But sometimes the universe makes it very easy for us. Sometimes we have experiences that transcend the circumstances of our daily lives and help us feel the gift of existence itself.

… like when the sun sets so beautifully that the world starts and ends in that moment.

… like when we glimpse into a babies eyes and are reminded of a truth we always knew.

… like when a dormant branch buds its perfect green leaves – teaching us its eternal cycle of spring renewal.

… or like when two beautiful, loving souls find one another, let their love blossom, and form a union of their lives.

This love is a gift from the universe. It is a gift to the universe. The universe itself is made warmer and more loving by the path they walk together. We are all blessed to be here, but the gift of this love doesn’t end at these walls or in the memories of the people here. Like that perfect sunset casting brilliant color across the horizon, their loving union casts love across all our lives – reminding us of what this journey is all about."
ɑɳɠeɭiɕɑ ʝoɲɛʂ ✮ fiɾɛʂʈɑɾ: weddingmicrowavemutant on March 13th, 2011 06:42 am (UTC)
The man said something else. Angelica wasn't quite sure what it was. She'd been listening, of course, but in telling herself to stay in the moment, she'd let the moment overwhelm her. Tears welling up in her eyes, she was finally dragged back to reality when she felt Pietro's hand around hers.

Pietro met her eyes and coughed nervously. His mind seemed to go blank for an instant before something in her expression brought him back to reality. That’s right, they were here, in this moment, and he couldn’t screw this up. With a small, quiet smile, and eyes trained on Angelica alone, he began to speak, keeping his voice purposefully slow and level. “Mark Twain once said that we only know the full value of joy when we have someone with whom to divide it, or something to that end. I believe he’s right. Joy has never come easily to me and the happiest times I’ve spent on this Earth have always been in the presence of others, though I so often seem to forget it. Our friends, our teammates, all of them have brought me great joy.”

He paused again, glancing out over the crowd and spotting Calvin, Dr. McCoy, and the others who had brought themselves here for either himself or Angelica, or possibly, both. When he turned back to her again, Pietro’s smile was even and content, nothing like the smug smirk he usually wore. “All of that, however, pales in comparison to the time I’ve spent with you. No matter what condition I find myself in upon waking up, when I roll over and see you next to me, I know that I can face whatever the day will bring, and I know that together, we’ll overcome whatever challenges appear in front of us. I’m grateful to you for every second of every day we spend together, and I promise to cherish whatever time we have together, and whatever life we build together. There is no one I’d rather be with and no one who makes me feel the way you do. I love you with all my heart and soul and I want to stand beside you forever. Through everything this world will bring to us.”

Perhaps there would have been a more eloquent and succinct way to express all of that, but now wasn’t exactly the time for succinct. Now was the time to be elaborate and flowery, and all the things Pietro usually wouldn’t have fussed with in front of all of their friends.

Angelica watched him as he spoke, unable to fight back the tears that were starting the fall down her cheeks, not really caring if everyone there knew just what she was feeling. She was too happy to worry about that, too caught up in the moment, too worried that her own speech wasn't quite as pretty and flowery as his. Still, she was certain he'd appreciate the sentiment, even though her voice was quieter than usual as she spoke.

"There is a famous quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry that says, 'Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward in the same direction.' I want to look outward with you, Pietro. I want to stand by your side as your wife, as your lover, as your partner. No matter what happens, I will be with you, just as I am now for as long as my heart is beating. As Heloise said to Abelard, 'To half my heart and part of my soul: what I am I entrust to you. I am yours as long as I live.' Since she put it more eloquently than I ever could, I'll simply repeat that. To half my heart and part of my soul: what I am I entrust to you. I am yours, Pietro, for as long as I live, and I will love you for as long as I live."

Her blush spread over her cheeks as she spoke, warmth radiating from every pore, heart still thundering like a freight train. Could Pietro hear her heartbeat? Perhaps if he closed his eyes and really listened he could. At the very least, Angelica was certain he could feel the heat rising from her body.
ɑɳɠeɭiɕɑ ʝoɲɛʂ ✮ fiɾɛʂʈɑɾ: weddingmicrowavemutant on March 13th, 2011 06:44 am (UTC)
The reverend spoke again, taking on a more serious tone than before.

"You, Pietro, and you, Angelica, having come to me signifying your desire to be formally united in marriage, and being assured that no legal, moral, or religious barriers hinder this proper union, please join your hands again and give heed to the questions now asked you.

"Pietro, in taking the woman whom you hold by the right hand to be your lawful and wedded wife, do you promise to love and cherish her, to honor and sustain her, in sickness as in health, in poverty as in wealth, and to be true to her in all things until death alone shall part you? Do you so promise?"

"I do."

"Then repeat after me, 'With this ring, I thee wed, and pledge my life with yours.'"

Pietro repeated the vow, slipping the golden ring onto Angelica's finger. Satisfied, the reverend turned to the bride.

"Angelica, in taking the man whom you hold by the right hand to be your lawful and wedded husband, do you promise to love and cherish him, to honor and sustain him, in sickness as in health, in poverty as in wealth, and to be true to him in all things until death alone shall part you? Do you so promise?"

"I do." She giggled nervously, following the officiant's directions and exchanging rings with Pietro.

"By the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Pietro wasted approximately no time in sweeping Angelica into his arms, pulling her in possessively and gave her the biggest, most over the top romantic kiss ever. Angelica kissed him back just as eagerly, though as the seconds passed, it became apparent to the observers that she hadn't been expecting the kiss to last for so long. An entire sixty-seven seconds later, the two were parted, the groom looking quite smug while the bride appeared to be nearly glowing she was blushing so much.

The reverend shook his head disapprovingly, before speaking again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Pietro Maximoff."
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Drinking & Cocktails
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:19 am (UTC)
[And it's on to the Avengers Mansion for drinking and cocktails. The Mansion has been decorated for the occasion, and there's champagne and hard alcohol a-plenty! Here's your chance to propose a toast!]
Bobbi Morse || Mockingbird: you damn well better
A toast! Feel free to chime in!
mockingbirdie on March 13th, 2011 01:21 am (UTC)
Why, yes, it's the moment Pietro has no doubt been dreading: Bobbi's toast to the happy couple! Champagne glass in hand, the grinning blond grabbed the microphone and loudly cleared her throat, waiting for everyone to shut up and listen.

"Ahem. Ahem! Listen up, people! As the closest thing to a best man Pietro has, I feel it's my duty to make a toast to the happy couple!" She pause, giving the bride and groom and thoughtful smile. "But before I do that, I'd like to share a little story, if I could. So sit down, this might take awhile.

"When I first found out Pietro and Angelica were shacked up, I could not believe it! I mean, he was obviously too old for her, and she obviously had no idea the kind of train wreck she was getting herself involved in, you know? But then I saw them together, and I saw how disgustingly cute they were, and how sane and normal he'd suddenly become... and that's when I realized how good she was for him. Why, she'd turned our Quicksilver into someone that could be tolerated in small doses instead of avoided completely! It was a miracle, I tell you!"

She chortled softly, fully appreciating the look of displeasure on Pietro's face. "Y'all remember when we thought we'd turned into vampires? Remember how crazy Pietro went? I know I do! What a time that was, huh? He was so devoted to our little Angie though, wasn't he? Despite the insanity that went along with all of that, it was heartwarming to see a man so consumed by love. And it was even more impressive when you kept in mind that it was Pietro, you know? It's hard to get him to like you. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like me. But I'm sure he loves you, Angie. And you're very lucky to have someone so devoted to you.

"And you're lucky to have such a nice girl for a wife, Pietro. Angelica is a good woman, and my lord, she looks so pretty today. You better not mess this up, mister. I expect you to stay as adorably, disgustingly in love with each other as you are right now. You two are so damn cute, it's almost painful." At that, she raised her champagne glass, grinning brightly. "Okay, I'm done rambling for now. Let's all drink to Pietro and Angelica and their marriage. Love finds us in the strangest places, at the strangest times. May you two always have happiness and each other through whatever weird crap this place throws your way!"
gdit, Bobbi. B| - oncemercurial on March 13th, 2011 06:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Dinner
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:32 am (UTC)
[Guests will get some delicious food served up by Sanji, with love! Amongst the offerings are Greek lemon chicken soup, prime rib, and spinach lasagna, each prepared with Sanji's awesome culinary skill!]
Sanji: why yes i'm a cook
meanwhile in the kitchen
notadartboard on March 12th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
Sanji looked slightly out of place among the rest of the kitchen staff, in their white chef's coats, because he was in his black suit and dark blue shirt. Mostly, anyway - while cooking, he had the suitcoat off and his sleeves rolled up, and just a plain apron tied around his waist. He was cooking with enthusiasm, making up for taking last night off maybe, and getting each course out to the servers with unnatural punctuality.
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Dancing, Toasts, Drunken Shenanigans, Etc.
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:35 am (UTC)
[This is your chance to drunkenly take to the dance floor and boogie down forever! Or you could commandeer the microphone and make another toast, or entertain the guests with some hideous speech. Or you could even sing, I don't know. Just have at it!]
Dr. John A. Zoidberg: dancing
Open!
crabulous on March 13th, 2011 03:36 am (UTC)
Having consumed his fill of available foodstuffs, Zoidberg was bloated and ready to dance his indigestion away! Somehow he managed to take over the stereo and put on one of his favorite songs of all time and within a few seconds, he was busting a move!
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Cake & Bouquet Toss
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:39 am (UTC)
[It's time to cut the cake, baked lovingly by Doctor McCoy. It's got cream cheese and chocolate and apricots in it because the bride and groom have interesting taste in cake. Then after that is the bouquet toss, so all you single ladies best be lining up!]
Dr. Henry Phillip McCoy: If you'll direct your attention here...bluepurrymuffin on March 13th, 2011 05:57 am (UTC)
Hank had been antsy for this moment all evening. It certainly wasn't about him, but the spotlight was on him to a degree, and he might as well do his best for the newlyweds. Might as well make something of a performance out of it! So, he straightened the bowtie on his tuxedo and went to work.

He returned to the reception hall with the cake everyone had been waiting for in one hand. The other arm held a table under it, and a cloth for it and a few other accoutrements in the hand. As Angelica and Pietro looked on, he dropped the table and caught it with his foot. Flipping it around like a hacky-sack, he kicked out the legs and knocked it upright.

He dropped the dishes and napkins on a table nearby, then tossed the cake in the air a moment as he flipped onto one hand, but caught it in the other without incident, the spread the tablecloth with his feet, then dropped a decorative bouquet in the corner before tossing the cake again and flipping back to his feet.

After catching it, he laid out the plates, forks, napkins, and a knife to slice it with, then finally set down the cake. Not yet satisfied, he leaped over it to face his 'audience', then took a bow as he presented his handiwork to the wedding party.

"Voila!"
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Miscellany
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:41 am (UTC)
[This is the part of the log where you do whatever you want. Plan on sneaking away to explore the mansion? Feel the urge to cause a disruption of some kind? Want to help Sanji with the catering? Just want to hang out? Any and all random activities can go here!]
Calvin: read
During the reception, open
more_surreal on March 12th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)
One of the reasons Calvin didn't like weddings was that they involved him being crammed into a suit. He knew that Angelica and Pietro had been looking forward to this for a long time and was happy for them, but he didn't care about all this boring mushy stuff. He definitely didn't care about looking nice for the cameras, either. Especially not in an outfit with this tight a collar, and with a fancy noose around his neck to top it off! Who decided straitjackets were high fashion, anyways? He thought as he fidgeted and tugged at his collar, dwarfed by the crowds of mingling grownups around him. It felt like this dumb wedding would go on forever.

The more stifled he felt, the more agitated he got. Was it his imagination, or was the suit getting more and more constricting? Oh no! It was! He could feel the collar getting tighter and tighter on his neck! The tie had a death-grip on his throat! I'm being throttled by my own formal wear! This could be the end!

"Hrrrk! Gaaaak! Ahhhhk!"

Stumbling about the reception theatrically, Calvin's hands flew to his throat as though wrestling with the homicidal garments. He opened his mouth, bulged out his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, gasping desperately as he made a scene struggled heroically for his very life. "Urrrrrrrk!"

At least he wasn't bored anymore.
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tags a whole week late XD - more_surreal on March 26th, 2011 06:10 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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incywincyhero: spidey: over the wall
Reception, open but liable to be slow
incywincyhero on March 14th, 2011 03:31 am (UTC)
Avengers or no Avengers, this wasn't really Spider-Man's social circle, and he was well aware the groom didn't want him to be here to boot. He'd only showed up at all because he knew that Firestar would be hurt if he didn't, but he was planning on keeping a low profile.

Or as much of a low profile as a guy wearing a suit over his costume and standing by the punch bowl could keep, anyway.
i will be slow also... - mockingbirdie on March 16th, 2011 07:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
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The Aftermath
microwavemutant on March 12th, 2011 08:46 am (UTC)
[It's time to go home now! Angelica and Pietro will be departing for some swanky hotel for sexings before leaving for Istanbul in the morning and Yukina will be house sitting for the week with Calvin. Anyway, this is the part where everyone says goodbye and all that fun stuff! You can wish the bride and groom well, ignore them completely, stumble around drunkenly with the new friends you made at the reception, whatever! Thanks for coming, guys! We hope you had fun!]
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microwavemutant on March 14th, 2011 09:07 am (UTC)
After what seemed like hours and hours of eating and drinking and dancing and merriment, the evening was finally winding down, cue that it was for the bride and groom to depart for their posh hotel room for the night. They had a flight for Istanbul in the morning, and they'd want to be well rested. Amongst other things.

Angelica was fidgeting nervously in her seat, watching guests chat amongst themselves and head back for a second or third helping of cake. Her head was just swimming, she was so overcome and overwhelmed and tired, she wasn't sure she could even coherently think anymore. It was a strange mix of not wanting this day to ever end and wanting to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week and a half. But of course, sleeping through their honeymoon seemed like an entirely awful prospect.

She glanced around the room for Pietro. He'd scarcely left her side since the start of the reception, but after his spat with Mockingbird, he'd seemed anxious for air. Angelica hoped they hadn't gotten into a fight or anything, especially not today, but she wasn't holding her breath. They could be so ridiculous, the both of them. Sighing, she rested her chin in her palms and waited for her husband to reappear.
I hope this is alright. - rossum_ceo on March 15th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
absolutely oh my :D - microwavemutant on March 16th, 2011 02:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - rossum_ceo on March 17th, 2011 11:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)