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The Weddings of the Century (again) - The Park, Sunday Afternoon

The place was decorated in a classic, tasteful this afternoon. It was going to be a small, quiet affair that the entire town was invited to because what was the point of having a wedding if all the people you don't like couldn't show up to glower at you and your happiness?

No point at at, that's right.

It was going to be an event to... kill for?

[[OCD ~~coming~~ is up!]]

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Mock the decorations, make a dramatic entrance, chat with your fellow wedding goers...

Go wild.

Where the grooms and bride are getting ready! And where one last plea for love can happen...

Or a death threat. Oo! Or maybe blackmail.

Do you want to be a bridesmaid/groomsman? This is the spot for you. What do you mean you don't know any of them? Who cares!

As you do.

Well. Let's not let the food go to waste.

Holy crap, mod whatever you like about this wedding. Because it amuses me so damn much.

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, was the wedding singer.

The highest profile wedding singer in the world, thank you. It was not often that he deigned to lower himself from recording platinum albums and parties on private jets with people who had more gold in their mouths than most countries could boast ownership of, after all.

Really, he only seemed to do it for Stark weddings. The pay was good.

In any case, he was busy setting up his equipment, which, among other things, included caged doves, merchandise, pens for signing autographs, and the makings of a fireworks show. There was probably musical equipment in there somewhere, too.

Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, did not think he would be remiss to actually perform, now.

He had been paid to do so, after all.

And if there was a definite rock-and-roll superstar spin on that Stark wedding staple, his own personal cover of Bette Mider's The Rose, that was mostly just because he was the best singer the casting crew could get their hands on for a cameo on daytime television, and that was the only way they could sign him on for a second show.

Tony was very busy making sure his suit looked decent enough to walk down the aisle. Oh, and that all those hits that he'd ordered were going to still happen at the most opportune time possible during the ceremony.

"Soon..."

"That's right," Howard said on the phone to his hereto unknown lawyer as he looked at the park. Because he didn't have a convenient window or anything. "I want you to change my will again."

A beat.

"Yes. All my vast fortune."

Ender was checking his tie one last time. It was perfect - it was the one Tony liked, after all. Finally, he could leave his loveless life behind and get married! Something he had never dared dream all those years ago, when he had only just come out of the closet, or after that, when Ben kept cheating on him with those random Taiwanese hookers...

It was the happiest day of his life!

He had no reason to be torn, and he would not let Peter intimidate him!

Luke Skywalker, District Attorney, found a seat up front.

He'd also brought popcorn because he'd been to a few of Jaina's wedding by now.

Angela had always felt that love was her calling. She was only young, and already two short-lived marriages behind her. They'd both died, tragically, of course, and their place in her heart (and bank) could only be filled by another.

Weddings, they were the perfect hunting ground. Flowers, romance, and the perfect dress that accentuated every curve. The (third) one for her was here, she could feel it.

Warren Worthington III, playboy billionaire with a secret, was there, of course. He'd gotten an invitation, the same as anybody.

And today, he was wearing his favorite suit. His black suit. The black suit that he left the jacket open just a little on. Just enough to be able to slip his hand in under the lapel, should ever the need arise. Not that the need would arise. What in the world would he ever keep inside his suit jacket, after all?

It was symbolic. As anybody who's been paying attention this season should know by now.

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Anakin Skywalker found a spot in the shadows that always seemed to follow him (because the lighting director insisted upon it) to watch the proceedings.

When his killjoy son the DA wasn't looking at him, he chowed down on chocolate-covered espresso beans.

Charles' entrance would have been a lot smoother if he hadn't stumbled over some superfluous wedding drapery on his way in.

Damn Tino and his moonshine.

It's okay he made a quick recovery. "On the phone with your lawyer or the Thai hooker that you have roleplay as a lawyer?"

They'd just edit around that!

"We swore to never speak of those days!" When he still lived in Thailand and was lost... so, so lost. He had a full beard of sorrow then!

While the actual act of a wedding held no interest for him, Nate did think it would be an amazing place to start anew. There'd be people there, people who would easily be swayed by a rogueish smile and the smell of money.

With a cursory glance around, Nate decided to wind his way through the crowd to see what he could see and to find someone who would easily fall prey to his machinations and charm.

"Pfft, promises in Thailand mean nothing. Just like promises made in France don't count unless you're holding a baguette," he said. "Don't worry, I don't plan on telling your future wife anything about Thailand. That beard alone would be grounds for divorce."

Jack, dressed in the full pirate regalia of a practitioner of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, was at the front, prepared to preside over the ceremonies with the solemnity it deserved.

He'd also handle funerals for an additional fee.

"Does she know you're here?" He'd seen the pictures, Charles! He knew you were still in love with her!

Topher was here with undisguised glee, waiting for the moment that the diamond mine would explode and Tony would leave with him for the yacht to Portugal. Or Denver. Or maybe Arizona.

He was wearing his Sad Rent Boy best. And at least he smelled good thanks to his hose-bath yesterday.

Natalie had no need for a dramatic entrance, even if she and her sleek little black dress and her impractically high heels did have a dramatic look about them. No, she was here to work her charm among the guests, as per Peter's wishes, to ensure their plans went as smooth as possible.

The little... incident in the common room last night had thrown her a little off course for a while, but that, that wouldn't affect today at all. That was all forgotten now.

Or was it?

Of course Peter would be here! To thwart this wedding, to bring back his brother from the brink of madness... and to finally put an end to the Starks and the Skywalkers once and for all!

Or at least swirl his coat and wave his cane a lot.

"She stopped by the bar last night," Charles said, not bothering to hide that. "I did my part to welcome her into the family."

Riiiiiight.

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