[Milliways] OOM: Dovershire Chapel, London, 2006

[his_sarah_jane]

Sarah Jane had brought the guests from Milliways through to their flat in London, leaving them to James to take care of before she hurried off to the church, Barbara in tow. She had wanted to check on all the last minute arrangements: to make sure the flowers had arrived and that the minister was there.

Everything seems perfect now. The church, a small little Gothic-esque chapel close to the Notting Hill gate tube stop, is now decorated with garlands of wildflowers along the aisles. It's the one touch Sarah Jane wanted to add to an otherwise picture-perfect room. The sun shines through the stained glass windows, causing the pews to glow. The altar was simple enough, with an organ off to one side and a lovely rosette window behind it. Two bouquets sit to either side of where the couple will stand.

Overall: the impression is of a simple yet sophisticated chapel. Everything is set for the wedding, presuming, of course, nothing goes wrong.

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Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

"Great," she says. "Happy to hear it'll be painfully obvious when I have to get up in the middle of the thing to find the 'fresher, then."

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

"I'll cover you. Distract them by shooting out a window while you run for...whatever backwards sort of 'fresher they have here."

Clearly, best plan ever.

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

"Thanks, dear," Plourr deadpans. "That is ever so helpful."

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

"No problem." He grins cheerfully at her, tugging on his tie again. "But honestly, I don't think anyone will mind. Better then you wetting yourself at a wedding."

Well.

It's true.

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[fighting_mad]

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Rial. I'm glad that weddings really are the romantic affairs I've always heard about."

Because nothing says romance like talking about piss.

Even if she would totally hate it if it were a romantic affair.

It's all about the deadpan, baby.

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

"You wound me, my princess." When in doubt, fall back on old standbys. Like pretending to be cut by her rapier wit! "I seek only to help you, and you turn around and - and mock my efforts!"

Possibly, he's just put on an accent faintly reminiscent of his father's 'talking to little people' voice.

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

"You made mention of me pissing myself," says Plourr, flatly. "Of course I'm mocking your efforts."

He also mocked his father's accent, though, so there is a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

Rial grins. Then folds his tie in half lengthwise to make it thin, holding it up to his face in imitation of a pair of long, droopy mustachios.

"I won't stand for this!"

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

Is it inappropriate to burst out laughing in a church?

Because Plourr is doing it anyway.

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

Well. Given that the wedding hasn't actually started yet, it's probably fine. Rial just gives up on trying to keep a straight face and joins in laughing, dropping the now slightly rumpled tie to his front.

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

"Would you stop kriffing with the tie!" she says, reaching over to attempt to smooth it out again, but she's still smiling, broad and amused, her eyes bright and face full of color.

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

"Tell the tie to stop kriffing with me," Rial shoots back, but he's grinning.

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[fighting_mad]

"The tie," she says, and she gives his chest (and the tie) a hearty slap, "is doing just fine." She props her feet (in loose, comfortable flat dress shoes) up on the padded kneeler with a wince. "Unlike my feet."

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[eiattu_pride]

His look softens as he glances down at the aforementioned feet. "Well, not long now."

A pause, a cheerful smile, "And your feet do have, if I may remind them, a husband who's willing to give away free massages."

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

'Not long now' isn't really that reassuring.

But she lets it pass, to shoot him a wry look. "We're at a wedding. I'm not about to take my shoes off and put my feet in your lap."

Re: Arrivals

[eiattu_pride]

"When we get home, then." He leans sideways, drops a quick kiss to her cheek.

"How long do you want to stay at the reception?"

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

She leans against his side. "Long enough to say congratulations and fulfill societal obligations."

And then split!

Bond's a friend and she's happy for him; she's getting to know Sarah Jane, and she's happy for her, too. But this is a whole lot of traveling on a pretty tired body, and she'll be glad to get home and put her feet up.

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[eiattu_pride]

"Sounds good to me." He settles an arm around her, as best as he can. He doesn't really know Sarah Jane, and he only vaguely knows Bond, so the reception probably won't be as much fun as it could be.

"Let's not do any work tonight, hey? Just watch a holo or something."

Re: Arrivals

[fighting_mad]

Plourr shrugs. "Fine by me. Someone else can save the planet on my night off." She settles more comfortably under his arm, and they talk easily, banter, until the music starts.

And after that, if Plourr slips her hand into his as the bride and groom are taking their vows (because it's kind of nice, even if she doesn't want to admit it, and it reminds her a little of their wedding day) -- Rial won't tell.