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ataraxionlogs2015-04-18 09:52 pm
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The Wedding of Bill & Laura
CHARACTERS: The Roslins, Leia Organa, Bail Organa, and basically everyone ever.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
Almost Everyone is invited, because, well, it's about frakkin' time we had a reason to celebrate on this ship.
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens!
WARNINGS: To be updated, but general merriment? Marriage?
SUMMARY: Laura and Bill are finally getting married! Come celebrate, even if you don't know them. NO CYLONS ALLOWED.
NOTES: Cylons better actually arrive.
It was as beautiful a day in space as you could get, the day Laura and Bill deigned to get married. The Oxygen Gardens were decked out in chairs, flowers (blue, purple and white), and a beautiful arch for the two of them to get married under. It's a down-right Presidential affair. Or as close to it as you can get.
Before the ceremony itself, there's time to mingle, and afterwards, there will of course be food and dancing, supplied by the various people on the Tranquility.
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She fumbles into a curtsy, before taking his hand, letting him lead her to the floor. "What a fool am I to refuse a request from a dear friend that has called me pretty?" So, that's a yes. "Did you dance often, in Paris?"
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It's hesitant at first, remembering the steps in time to the music but the muscle memory is there filling in gaps he's forgotten. He can't say it's the most graceful he's ever been but so far, so good. "Rarely. Work usually left me far too busy to be allowed." His expression turns nostalgic, thinking fondly of the other Amis. "More time than not they would bring dancing to me."
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