THE WEDDING, Our Lady of Fandom Island Church, Late Saturday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

The day was finally here.

Fandom appeared to be cooperating: all the evidence of Friday's paint rain had gone away overnight. Envy's team had of course had a plan B about what to do to alter the theming of the wedding ceremony if they hadn't, but they'd been glad to put away the paint cans and just follow plan A instead, as -- well, planned.

So now the inside of Fandom's little church was decked in tasteful white flowers in extravagant numbers, with little bits of greenery to make them really pop. Whichever direction anyone happened to point a camera lens towards, they would always find the background pleasing and elegant. And they should appreciate that, because one person on the team had spent the past two weeks engineering and planning just that.

There was also a string quartet, playing something classical and light as people entered and found their seats.

And, of course, there was a smattering of music reporters sitting in the back, while one of Envy's assistants explained to them with endless patience and a soft, hushed tone that yes, their exclusives were still exclusive and not in conflict with each other when each of them were from a different universe entirely.

Everything was just about ready for the Adams-Wiggin wedding.

[ooc: Open!]

POST-WEDDING PARTY, Community Center, Saturday Evening

[lockestheway]

They might not have been billionairs, but a succesful popstar and a world leader could drum up quite an impressive budget together. The community center itself was transformed, to such an extent you wouldn't recognize it when you entered.

Unlike the white wedding, the colors were pleasantly dark, soft blacks and dark blues dominating the floor, the ceiling, the walls. The lighting implied the ambiance of a sort of upper class rave, with pops of color penetrating the darkness, and tasteful flowering plants lining the walls.

There was a dusting of glitter, a gentle mix of red and white, that blew across the floors and reflected the light at strange angles. The food served at the tables in the far corner - tastefully separated from the rest of the room with dividers that mimicked some of Van Gogh's darker flower paintings - was the work of the Hegemony's own kitchen; fancy finger foods fit for world leaders.

There was a dance floor. There was an expensive DJ, flown in from Milan. Envy's wasn't the only music being played, but it was in heavy rotation.

Welcome, Fandom. Come get your free food.

[[ party open to everybody! ]]