777: Additional RP Server

It was the 7th of July on the Terran calendar, which meant it was not only Renakir's birthday, but his wedding day! After a nice tea ceremony with the Valdores, Renakir and Kianarix were on the beach dressed in matching green oufits with golden accents. The outfits were not as intricate as one would expect for a wedding, but they were on a beach so too many adornments would only be uncomfortable and get dirty easily. Thanks to some help from the nice tactigol officer Senang on 777, Kianarix and Renakir looked stunning. Kianarix was dressed in emerald green robes with white trim and a green veil, whilst Renakir matched the colours but instead of white trim, he had black. Kianarix's entire body was adorned with brown henna, lovingly painted on by the head of his house -- Sakchai. It may not have been the most artistic thing, but Sakchai's careful hands were able to weave beautiful swirls and loving messages into the design. He wrote their house name in Romulan script as well as in Reman characters that he looked up. The Rihannsu looked a lot better than the Havrannsu, but he literally Spoogled the night before. The stage was set, there was a podium with a long bench for the couple to sit at with a table and two cups and a tall bottle of Torre'vnau RPA. Wine was 'traditional', but surprisingly, Renakir's family did not own wine so Torre'vnau RPA it was! Behind the couple's seat was a screen so once they finished the first phase of the ceremony, they could go behind the screen to exchange names. For the audience, there were seats in two sections, close friends/family sat in the front, whilst distant relatives or acquaintances sat towards the back. The seats were very comfy for being beach chairs. Dudesek was so nice as to lend them his comfiest chairs for the occasion. There was also a live band! A Reman band that played some traditional Reman wedding music. For the first part of the ceremony the music would be chill and romantic.

Rai was sitting in the audience, already with tears in his eyes. His dearest brother was getting married! Even if it was an arranged marriage, it was Solait's first marriage. Rai had been invited to be an attending, but turned it down. He felt bad that he lied to his brother about why he turned it down. He said he would rather sit with Kali-fal in the audience (who was fast asleep on his lap). In reality, he was scared to be in front of his family. His mother was there -- his biological mother Kaleek. And so was Eviess, for some reason. They had been directed towards the back along with the rest of the Torre'vnau Romulans, but the idea of facing either of them made his stomach tighten. He kept telling himself it wasn't too bad he rejected his brother's offer because that meant Solait's three attendings could be his best friends; Allan, Eshen, and Saren. Today, Rai was dressed in long flowy beige trousers and a long sleeve shirt. As per Romulan tradition, he was full covered in modest attire, which was also good for a beach setting because it meant no sand directly on his skin. He had enough issues with his skin as it was.

Already seated to the side of the couple's seat was the Torre'vnau head of house, Meruvix. She was dressed in similar green attire, but her outfit was without any adornments. She was joined by Cerrub, Renakir's father, and they both sat together on one side.

And on the other side sat Sakchai, all alone on his side of the podium, but his Cardassian family and Romulan family was in the audience towards the back. As the head of the Valdore house, he was representing their house on his own. He was dressed similarly to the Torre'vnau parents, although his robes were tighter than they should be. He would have said it was because he was larger than the average Romulan, but Kianarix and Rai were not small dudes either. Either way, he was fine since they were going to change for the actual partying later.

Sitting towards the front were two Romulans who were not interacting with any other audience members. T'Lora was there with her brother Hanaj, although genetically fully Romulan, they were Reman by experience. Both had worked alongside the Torre'vnau family as miners back on Remus and just like their Reman peers, were given freedom. T'Lora gained freedom by defecting to Vulcan whilst Hanaj had chosen to stay and fight alongside his Torre'vnau allies. Hanaj had been invited by Tiravurik, the brother of his late conspirator Jianux. Hanaj then invited T'Lora, thinking it would be a great time to reconnect with old friends. Tiravurik was happy to see her too, the Torre'vnau Remans cherished each and every one of the Rllaillieus.

With the stage all set, it was soon time to begin the wedding...

Having arrived a couple of days prior to the wedding to have some downtime before the members of their family that could attend got here, Xaran was well prepared for the couple's big day (having double checked the dress code like twelve times with Rai just to make sure). Once their family had shown up and rendezvous'd at their hotel room, the group had soon set off to head to the beach. Upon arrival, earing a mauve smart-casual suit, the hybrid searched around until they found Rai in the audience and headed over to him. "Riov." They greeted with a smile as they sat in the empty seat next to their CO. "These are my plus ones, or rather my plus threes: My father Xaav'ax, the aforementioned Fleet Admiral, my grandmother Zazia, and my aunt Somia'an."

Despite being quite used to attending weddings, Xaav'ax never really quite knew what to wear. Not wanting to be that one obnoxious Fleet Admiral who wore dress uniform to a wedding on Mol'Rihan, he had instead opted for a 'simple' suit that combined Human, Vulcan, and Andorian cultural elements into a minimalistic and comfortable design. As he was introduced to the Riov he bowed his head slightly in greeting, offering his child's CO a smile. "Riov, Xaav'ax Aisut, a pleasure to finally meet you. Don't worry about the whole Fleet Admiral thing. We're both off duty." He introduced with a chuckle.

Zazia, on the other hand, always knew exactly what to wear for every occasion, and had opted for a breathable yet traditional Andorian formal outfit, one quite commonly worn at weddings. "Riov. So nice to meet you." She greeted, offering her own head bow. Being married to a Hulcan (who just happened to be a diplomat), you pick up on a thing or two. "I apologise for my partner not being able to attend. She was assigned to a trade negotiation at the last minute. Diplomacy, you know how it is."

And falling in behind was Somia'an Aisut-Zimmerman herself, a politician by trade, once again offering a slight bow and a friendly smile. "Riov. Lovely to meet you." She greeted. Despite being younger than Xaav'ax the resemblance between the two of them as siblings, as well as their mother, was quite uncanny. She herself was wearing a smart-casual suit of her own, perfect for a warm weather wedding. The heals had been left at home.

The sleeping epohh on Rai's lap perked up when she heard the voice. Rai had a firm hold on her fluffy body so she couldn't get up and run off. Many members of the Torre'vnau family had epohh allergies so it was important that he keep Kali-fal secure. In a way, Kali-fal served as a biological deterrent for some of Rai's less friendly relatives. It meant that there was little to no chance of having to talk to Eviess or Kaleek, both had severe epohh allergies. "Jolan tru, Xaran," Rai said with a wave, looking at their XO and then at the family they had brought along. A fleet admiral! Rai immediately bowed his head out of respect even though Xaav'ax didn't mind about formalities. "It is an honour to meet you all and it is no worries. I am glad you could attend," Rai looked towards Zazia and nodded. "You may call me Rai, I am Starfleet and the Republic's first bread captain," Rai was making a joke, but without any smile or laughter it was hard to tell. "Plus ones.. Plus threes.. Plus three.. what are we increasing? Wait, it's people, I see," Rai attempted to parse the terms aloud. He figured it out though! Rai was determined not to have a bread moment at his own brother's wedding. "How are you liking Mol'Rihan? I hope your accomodation is nice."

As Rai introduced himself as the 'first bread captain' Xaran really wasn't sure if their family would actually pick up on the running joke or not. "That was-" They said, turning to face their family as they did, only to be cut off by their grandmother.

Despite there being no apparent way to tell if Rai was joking or not, based on context (and the distinct lack of sense what he said made in relation to him being a Romulan, not baked goods) Zazia chuckled at his joke. "A joke? Yes, I know, dear. You should remember who I live with." She interrupted with a friendly smile. Living with a Hulcan who embraced her Vulcan side more than Human for so many years, it was quite easy for her to pick up on a joke when it was being told, even without the usual context clues.

"Right, yes. Sorry [Andorian for grandmother]. They responded, chuckling slightly as they turned back to face their friend. "It's been good, thank you. Air conditioning broke for about fifteen minutes last night but the staff were very helpful and got it fixed for me quickly. They said the system was due an upgrade."

"You think air conditioning wouldn't break in this day and age, but it seems anything can happen to minutely inconvenience you." Somia'an joked. "I found myself chatting with the receptionist and they all seemed quite nice."

"Chatting for too long if you ask me." He quipped, only to be lightly slapped on the arm by his sister, which he in turn responded with a simple smirk. "I'll admit, I was considering wearing my medals today because I'm used to weddings having a more formal atmosphere, generally. At least the majority of the ones I've attended have been, anyway, but I'm glad I didn't. I'd feel like a complete plum surrounded by people wearing whatever they're comfortable wearing."

"You'd look like a peacock strutting around saying 'Look at my shiny medals, I got them for doing my job!' if you had." The woman joked, to which she was given a side eye from Zazia, whom had served in Starfleet herself for quite a few years and in turn earned a few medals and commendations. "Joking, joking." Families, am I right?

Sat at the podium in between the other two attendants - who also happened to be his boyfriends, Saren and Eshen - was Allan! Of course they were all matchy matchy, with phthalo greens and beautiful beetle wing embroidery in each of their outfits that looked quite beautiful with their iridescent shimmer in the sunlight. His own outfit was a dark phthalo green dress robe with matching trousers underneath, the dress having a high neckline and long, flowy semi-transparent sleeves that ended in fitted cuffs. The below-knee skirt of the dress flowed outwards from the cinched waist and featured an off-center, textured panel running vertically downwards that had the beetle wings embedded into it in the shape of flowing vines. To top it all off, there was a mesh capelet shawl worn over the top of the dress with the same bright beetle wing pattern of leaves and vertical vines on it along with gold trimmings on the edges. Oh, and some earrings - mismatched with the one he'd stolen from Eshen - a simple, round pearl earring and a dangly gold-topped beetle wings earring. While they were waiting for the ceremony to begin, he took a brief look out into the audience and saw... was that Commander Aisut? Was that guy next to them the fucking fleet admiral he'd had lock him into a room and tell him not to say shit about Section 31 or else!? What the fuck, okay, so they were definitely related. Okay. Sure. That was fine. He turned his attention back to, you know, the soon-to-be newlyweds, who - he was actually so happy to be here, not just because Renakir was his #bestie, but also because he was very glad to have introduced them to eachother after finding Kianarix randomly in the ocean one day (he'd found his green hair floating in the ocean and thought it was seaweed at first, but they became good friends still!)

Meruvix stood up and looked towards Sakchai as a cue for him to stand too and they both walked towards the bench where the couple was going to sit and stood next to each other. "Thank you, everyone, for coming today," She said with her booming deep voice, addressing the large crowd without even needing a mic. Meruvix was naturally a loud-spoken woman so there was little need for any amplification. "I am Meruvix, Hru'hfirh of the honourable Torre'vnau house. I am here to represent my house," Meruvix said, the first time in her native Havrannsu, the second in Rihannsu, and a third in nearly perfect Standard (australian accent for some reason). It was clear she was a senator with the clarity and confidence in her voice. Even though she was wearing plain robes, she had a beautiful face of make up, green eye shadow with silver glitter along her face ridges and the shiniest bald head that would make even the most spacist Romulan cry with out beautiful it was. After her intro, she looked at Sakchai.

Sakchai was sitting on his side of the podium just twiddling his fingers when he heard the music stop and Meruvix looked at him. Oh shit! It was time to stand up, so Sakchai stood and slowly made his way to the centre stage to stand beside the Reman senator. Sakchai watched Meruvix as she delivered her intro, nodding respectfully. Meruvix was well spoken and kind, which was why Sakchai was so nervous when it was his turn. "Jolan tru," Sakchai said in Rihannsu. "I am.." Sakchai began in Rihannsu. He glanced at his hand where he had scribbled notes like the awkward speech king he was. "S'Tcaevra," Yes, even his name, because when Sakchai got nervous he even forgot his name. "the.. Hu.. Huge fur--" Sakchai was about to swear after that but he quickly caught himself. "Okay, so, turn on your UT if you don't have it active already," Sakchai somehow managed to say that in perfect Rihannsu. "I'm S'Tcaevra-Brekorr, but my friends and colleagues call me Sakchai," He said in his native Cardassian, feeling much more confident now. "I am here to represent my house and give a big FUCK YOU to Valleka t'Rylov, if you're watching," Sakchai pointed to one of the cameras towards the back that he assumed was probably filming or livestreaming or both. "Don't you EVER come near me or my family ever again! Kianarix is a Valdore and you fucking knew it this whole time ya ugly vole," Sakchai said, using the most profane Cardassian insult he could think of at the time. A number of guests in the back started snickering with amusement whilst Meruvix just stared at Sakchai with the most calm and relaxed smile. "That's it. That's the jolan-TRUTH!"

Teno was sat somewhere in the middle of one of the rows of chairs on the beach, near some folks he thought he recognized from 777. He was quiet and had waved politely at a few of them before settling in. He hadn’t met everyone in person yet but he thought it was sweet that the betrotheds had sent out an invitation to the wedding in the chat room and figured going might help him meet new people, and it would be nice to wish the happy couple congratulations! So far the wedding had been nice, he thought, not really knowing what was in store or very much about Romulan and Reman customs. And then Sakchai took the microphone and gave his speech. Teno’s eyes widened noticeably at the “FUCK YOU”, and he covered his mouth in shock. He was very confused. Sakchai continued and Teno stayed lost but was glad he had covered his mouth because when he said “jolan-TRUTH” Teno let out a cackle. Clearly this Valleka person had snubbed Sakchai and the family and, well, Teno knew Cardassians were not very big fans of voles, to put it mildly. Upon realizing he had laughed, quite loudly, he blushed and sunk into his chair a little, averting his gaze from the people around him. He bit his lip, and hoped maybe he wouldn’t get kicked out? He was particularly embarrassed but he could hear other people laughing from behind him. And he was hooked on Sakchai’s energy and was curious how the rest of this wedding would unfold.

When was the last time Saren attended a wedding? He must've been eleven years old when that young throuple got married under a large, ivy-like tree - he remembered himself being small enough to have to look up to meet his father's eyes, and his small, sun-kissed hands were tufted in close to his body, lost in the white sleeves of his robe... And now his pale fingers were sliding along the sleeve of his well-fitted chokha, evening it out as he sat at the podium, attending his friend's wedding at a different time, in a different place. The coat was high-necked and ended below his knees, material coloured in rich, dark pthalo green, flowing around his lithe figure. Where normally there would be holders for throwing knives, instead there was the beetle wing embroidery, covering his chest and the higher part of his back in a leaf-like pattern, intertwined with traditional silver accents on his sleeves and torso area. The simple belt tied around his waist was held in its place by a metal buckle, depicting a stalking hound. For the time being, he didn't let his gaze wander, perhaps not wanting to catch a Romulan's or Reman's gaze on himself - all too aware who's face he had - or perhaps the man was just resting until the start of the ceremony. And as the music ended, Saren looked at Meruvix first, seeing the Reman senator before himself for the first time, before shifting his gaze to Sakchai - and that man's words did earn the Cardassian a slightly raised eyebrow. The Lareth left unsure about the... professionalism, or rather the word choice during a wedding ceremony... but it wasn't like he disagreed. He was, after all, someone who voiced a death threat against that woman - one he had yet to take back.

With the invite having been handed to everyone for the wedding, Vara'l had adjusted his time at the forge so he was provided with enough free time on his calendar to attend. His son off with his adoptive grandmother doing other things, Vara'l had attended alone. Alone and in a comfortable off duty-casual but appropriate set of clothes he'd decided best fit the dress code. Hair tied back with a series of interlocking bits of metal designed to look like vines wrapping around the Hara crest, the Romulan had settled in and listened quietly to the speech from where he was seated. He politely waved back at the man who'd waved around and.. suppressed a smile as he heard the cackle. That had been very much worthy of a cackle.. even if that had seemed slightly on the loud side.

Having been here the whole time, just rather quiet since he was unfamiliar with most people here, Sokus listened along to Sakchai's intro speech - and at some points veritably his eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise given the way Sakchai spoke. Regardless, he liked the pun at the end of the speech, giving Sakchai an impressed nod as well as a soft golf clap.

As the ceremony began Xaran's attention turned towards the people speaking. At first it all seemed to be going how frankly everyone expected, like a wedding of some sort, but it soon turned into... Something interesting. Universal Translator already active, the 'fuck you' was certainly unexpected, eyes widening just slightly as they listened to the 'speech'. Restraining order needed, much? Face remaining surprisingly calm as he continued speaking, it was as he said 'that's the jolan-truth' that they covered their mouth, stifling a laugh. Stars, this family really was unique, wasn't it?

Despite his best attempts, Xaav'ax's own eyes widened slightly at the content of the speech, having expected something a little more... Wedding-y. Unlike his child, though, he managed to contain his amusement, a smile that looked like he was trying not to smile appearing on is face. "Are we supposed to clap, or...?" He questioned quietly, glancing over at Xaran as he noted their reaction.

Zazia, having fully expected a generic wedding of sorts, had immediately been rather pleasantly surprised by the speech's contents, a rather content and somewhat entertained smile spreading across her face as she listened to what was being said. Once Sakchai was finished, she clapped, perhaps a little too loudly, but boy did she enjoy people standing their ground.

Somia'an, on the other hand, remained entirely neutral. A politician by trade, she was used to rather heated speeches, so the sudden 'fuck you' didn't surprise her all that much in the slightest. It was unexpected, sure, but not enough to make her widen her eyes. Being the member of the family who practically obsessed over seeming polite, she quietly clapped when the speech was finished, hoping it was the correct thing to do and she wouldn't be cancelled on SpaceX for it.

Rai was happy to see the Aisut family was so chatty. He liked the family dynamic. "As long as you're comfortable, we are on a beach," Rai said as he kicked up a little bit of sand under his legs. "I am glad your accomodation is nice, I am sorry to hear about the aircon," Rai told them before turning back to face forward to hear the intros. As to be expected, his mother gave her intro with the same professionalism as she used when speaking in the senate. The next up was someone Rai had never seen before. A Cardassian... Romulan? He could only assume the man was part Romulan if he was the head of a Romulan house. Rai tried to stifle his laughter at the emotional intro given by the other and began clapping along with Zazia. It was only right, right? Also by clapping loudly he covered up his own laughter.

At the sounds of clapping, Meruvix joined in and clapped a little too! She then turned to Sakchai and put a hand on his shoulder. "That was lovely, Sakchai," She said with an approving ahead nod and a good pat on the back. It was a gesture she had learned from her conspirator Cerrub of all people. He had informed her about showing her support and appreciation for their children after Renakir mentioned how hard it was growing up without any sort of praise.

Meruvix and Sakchai then returned to their sides of the podium and awaited for the entrance of the couple! Oh would Renakir have a fun time watching these tapes back. Not physical tapes, but 'tapes' metaphorical. The wedding was being recorded on a normal digital drive.

And the time was here! The band began playing what one could only assume was battle music. It sounded like an epic battle was about to begin! The timpani began to roll like thunder and a cracking of a flash of lighting! The weather was clear without a cloud in the sky-- but it sounded like a storm for sure!

From behind the back curtain came Renakir! All dressed in emerald green with black detailing. His long Romulan-style robes flowed behind him as he walked around the stage to the front. "IT IS I, RENAKIR SOLAIT IR-BISCAE TR'TORRE'VNAU! Transport officer of Starfleet, gangly bitch of Starbase 777!" It sounded more like Renakir was doing a wrestling introduction than a marriage entrance. The band ramped up the music, switching keys to a more gallant and brave march! It was as if Renakir's entrance 'scared' away the 'storm'. "Also I send my worst regards to Valleka t'Rylov," Renakir gave a thumbs down towards the back camera and then placed both his hands firmly on his hips. The lone Tak-Tak family in the audience loudly gasped. (edited)

At seeing his brother's intro, Rai cheered loudly and clapped. "WOOOO SOLAIT!!! WOW!"

T'Lora made a visibly disgusted face at the display, clearly not impressed with the wedding thus far. (edited)

Teno looked around the audience, an attempt at discerning whether this was normal wedding behavior. Judging by the looks on some people's faces, probably not. But there were still people clapping, so... he really couldn't be sure. Regardless, this wedding was one of the most amusing weddings he'd ever attended.

After a internal check to confirm that his hearing implants in fact still worked and had picked up what had just been said correctly, Vara'l failed to surpress a smile. He actually found Renakir's statement to be quite amusing, even when some people seemed to have not appreciated what had just occurred. Not that that overly concerned him, the people who's enjoyment rather mattered more in his mind at a wedding seemed to be having a very good time. At least those of them he'd spotted so far..so he smiled, watched and remained seated.

Despite having tried doing a little bit of research prior to today about wedding traditions, Xaran couldn't help but feel just a tad befuddled by the goings on that was taking place. Dissing people, interesting introductions. If this was normal, they certainly hoped their wedding would be this interesting.

Like his child, Xaav'ax didn't have the foggiest clue what was going on at this point, but being a guest, he continued to sit politely and take in the sights and sounds of the goings on, trying to pay attention to when people were clapping. Glancing over at his mother and sister, he could tell they were the same, although Zazia certainly seemed like she was enjoying the event thus far.

Throuple was a fun word. Looking between Allan and Saren - his two beautiful boys - it felt very relevant, too. Saren, so smart in his chohka, and Allan, so pretty in his dress robe, and all of them in matching pthalo green... He loved them dearly. He loved the extravagance and showmanship of all this, too. He still wasn't sure how he felt about marriage, but a wedding? A massive party thrown in honour of the bonds with the people he loved? He adored that idea. He could imagine the elaborate set dressing he'd do for his own, and how he'd dress up himself. He felt it would be rude if, while attending one wedding, he started planning another one in his head, though. At least he'd gotten to collaborate with the other two on what their outfits would be like. Speaking of: to match the others, his outfit, of course, contained pthalo green. However, the majority of his saree was a seafoam green; the material was perhaps chiffon, or some other slightly transparent cloth. Spiralling stems of green embroidered thread cascaded down from top to bottom, upon each stem a beetle wing 'leaf', and at the end of each stem there was a small red rose. The seafoam, it seemed, was a lighter canvas to more easily see the beetle ~~deetles~~ details. The saree was mostly loose and modest, but the way the collar folded across one shoulder left the other bare, like a greek robe. The edges of the saree were a block of pthalo green with three gold stripes cutting it into thirds. On his neck he wore a jade and pearl necklace, and his earrings matched Allan's - one dangly beetle-wing earring, one pearl. They'd swapped earlier. He saw T'Lora sneer - killjoy - but decided to ignore them. Renakir's entrance had been a hit with the rest of the crowd including him as he cheered. He had to give it to him - he would never have thought to start a wedding like a wrestler. Perhaps Renakir would be up for a fight later - on the stage!

After Renakir had sat down the music softened out and a soft leitmotif could be heard, played with a triangle and a flute. From the far back of the audience section, two Remans carried a closed green and gold box on their backs and slowly made their way down the aisle towards the podium.They set the box down on the ground and out popped Kianarix!

The music sped up and Kianarix began a little dance all the way onto the stage. For being so tall, he was surprisingly numble on his feet. He spun around and tossed white flower petals around the stage. He looked so happy and free, enjoying his wedding entrance how he wanted to. It was a bit contrast to the bombastic entrance of his betrothed, but it was Kianarix's style for sure! "Jolan tru! I'm Kianarix Hatham ir-Levitasz tr'Valdore!" Kianarix gave his full name! It was rare that he said his Romulan name, but he had one! Everyone just knew him as Kianarix though. He took his seat beside Renakir on the little sofa. Since it was a Romulan wedding, the two did not touch, but the way they looked at each other reflected their strong trust and friendship. The two were not in love in a romantic sense, but they wholeheartedly trusted each other.

"Allan, dear," Meruvix reached behind her to grab a closed black box. She opened the latches and held it out for Allan to take. Inside the box was a beautiful dagger carved with both Reman and Romulan scrupt. The hilt was wrapped in dark grey fabric. The blade was curved with symbols engraved down the blade. Each symbol represented a different reincarnation of Tenakruvek, the legendary Reman. The knife sat on a bed of emerald satin fabric in the case, the shiny silver metal shined under the light. "Please give this to Kianarix," Meruvix instructed him.

"Saren," Sakchai waved his two-fingered left hand to get the younger Romulan's attention. "Umm.... Don't laugh," Sakchai said with a nervous chuckle as he grabbed his own black case from behind his seat. "On the instructions it say tan, you know, that word has like... a million meanings in Rihannsu. I thought it was like... Toy.." Sakchai opened his case to reveal what looked like a terran Bayblade. It came with a releasing mechanism and of course the top-like 'knife' itself. The top was adorned with the Ra'tar, the famous Romulan bird, along with the name VALDORE embossed in Rihannsu script. "It's heat seeking and programmable, if that's any consolation. And you can also wield it on its own, there's a button on the bottom that releases the blades," Sakchai did not understand the assignment, but he did his best! He made the 'knife' himself too, hand cut all of the wood and assembled it in layers, then modified a pizza cutter to make the blades that popped out when the device was spun. (edited)

"Eshen-- uh Dion," Renakir turned his head to look at his dear friend. "You can pour the wine -- er, ale. We couldn't get the cermonial wine so we just went with ale. I know that's not very Dionysus, but it's the best we could do," Renakir said as he glanced down at the two shot glasses on the table. He then looked towards both sides of the stage, curious about how Sakchai and Meruvix were doing handing off their knives to his two friends. He was very curious what the Valdore knife looked like. He knew what the Rylov knife was, but the Valdore knife was a mystery. Did they even have a knife? He hoped Sakchai found the family blade... or could come up with his own somehow.

Vara'l watched quietly as the wedding progressed, silent as he watched things with interest and idly noted the Valdore knife and the fact it looked remarkably like something that'd never be permitted on the station. Or at least, he reckoned it probably wouldn't given what it seemed to be capable of. Not that he overly cared about that at present. This was a wedding, not the station, he noted. No, instead he smiled and watched proceedings with interest.

Xaran and Co.™️ continued to sit and watch as the wedding progressed, still not fully having a clue what was going on but simply paying attention and watching in silence as things unfolded, and overall having a good time. They hadn't even slightly expected to be invited to a wedding, and yet here they were along with some of their family, of whom seemed to be enjoying the event as well.

As if a god like that would ever turn down a good ale at a party. "It's Dionysian enough." He picked up the bottle of ale and poured the wine into the shot glasses, one after the other. His pouring etiquette was such that the ale hardly made a sound or a splash, like an olympic diver hitting the water. It was a mystery how he accomplished this; years of drinking experience, one might suppose. "Is that all?"

Allan had tried so, so very hard not to bust out laughing when Sakchai spoke. He may have actually covered his mouth a little to prevent himself from doing so, a small exhale nonetheless leaving his nose. It was the jolan-truth! And he should say it! Is what Allan planned to tell Sakchai later. Not while he was seated up here and supposed to keep up what he could only assume was a fancy appearance with his two boys. However, when Renakir made his grand entrance, complete with shouting his full name and title and worst regards to Valleka, he couldn't help but cheer and clap along with Rai and Eshen, probably fitting a 'let's gooo' in the cheer somewhere. There went the being fancy, but it seemed like there was a balance here, perhaps! The music, he noted, was also such a lovely touch, on both entrances - it did make him think very briefly about what sort of music he'd have for a wedding if he ever were to have one (or two, or..) but his attention was quickly drawn back to the white flower petals falling down around them, smiling as he looked up at them. It really was amazing to see Kianarix so happy, given the state he'd met him in. Soon, though, it was time to go over to Meruvix as they'd planned in the rehearsals, so he did so, smiling softly as she called him dear and handed him the small box. "Oh, wow," he whispered, looking down at it for a long moment. He had to appreciate a good knife, okay, and this? This was a pretty good damn knife. While he could not read any of the sculpt, he recognized it as both Reman and Romulan - and that, in his opinion, was also very cool. divider

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He nodded up at her again as she told him to give it to Kianarix, doing a little curtsy with the ends of his dress robe before he spun around to go do just that, walking over to where Kianarix was and standing juuust where he had in the rehearsal, too. He'd be a great actor, he thought. He'd never tried, though. "Heyyy," he whispered once he'd gotten over to him, "just wanna saaaay, Kiiiianarix, that you look super beautiful, as always, but like, extra, and also, I hope you admire how sexy this knife is as much as I do, because damn, wow," he exhaled a gentle laugh as he looked down at the knife and handed it to Kianarix, giving him one last smile before heading back to his seat behind the table. Mission accomplished: knife delivery.

Renakir watched with a wow'd expression as Eshen poured the ale. He should have expected Eshen to handle the task with grace considering he was the Dionysus, but still he was impressed. "Oh that's perfect, thanks," Renakir looked up at Eshen whilst Kianarix was busy receiving the knife from Allan.

Meruvix smiled at Allan, amused by his awe. "I know Kianarix will take good care of it," She said, resisting the urge to rub Allan's head. She really wanted to rub his head, but Cerrub would probably have stopped her. It was a friendly Reman gesture, however, Allan probably spend a long time on his hair. Meruvix could not relate, obviously

Kianarix was practically vibrating with excitement! Even if this wasn't some grand romantic ocassion, he got to spend it with his friends and he was happy to see Eshen, Saren, and Allan. "Ohhh thanks Allan! Sakchai took me to the spa before this!" Kianarix responded with a giggle, blushing at the compliment. "The Torre'vnau's offered to take me, but I wanted my hair to look nice and I don't think a Reman spa would have a hair salon," Unlike Allan, Kianarix knew better than to ask about hair care services at Reman places. "Ohhh the knife is sexy!" Kianarix was not whispering, he was speaking at a normal volume as he took the knife and held it up. "I don't think this is gonna through Starbase security though," Kianarix thought maybe he could get a replica made. A non-sharp version that he could bring to 777 to display. "Thanks Allan, you're really hot today too, I love the robes, beetles!"

The wedding progressed and got... quite interesting; Saren's face was unreadable as ever, but a small smile did crack the mask's surface, and he clapped alongside the crowd to the entrances. Extravagant. A stark difference to the traditional, intimate in it's tenderness and secrecy ceremony he was used to seeing on his birthworld. Upon being called by Sakchai, he turned towards him, eyebrows once again jumping up at the peculiar request: "What do you-- ah," the Lareth politely deadpanned, looking down at the... weapon, certainly, knife, questionably. Were he a more religious man, he would swear to hearing his ancestors absolutely losing it in the sound of the crashing waves. "I can recommend a blacksmith or two, if you... ever need their services. But this is certainly unique." Saren accepted the mechanism in his gloved hand, then turning and finding Renakir. He approached his friend with a few carefully rehearsed steps, but before he offered the knife to the half-Reman, he whispered a quick "don't laugh" as well. "Congratulations," he then said in a louder voice, bowing his head just a bit for the gesture to stay in a polite-friendly zone, without crossing into the "too stuffy and official" one. "And my condolences for the upcoming paperwork with these two knives."