Private Beach, Neptune, California, Sunset on Saturday, 8/16

[needsaparrot]

Nobody much cares where you sit, since it's not like there's a bride's side, or like Xander and Bridge don't share all the same friends, but the green fabric deck chairs are separated by a white runner anyway.

Lit on either side by softly-muted glow-balls, it leads down to a chupah that's -- contain your shock -- just as green.

In fact, it looks pretty much like this:




Welcome to the Carson-Harris wedding.

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[OOC: Up supersuper early so guests and wedding party members can SP and I can craaaaaaaaash. Ceremony will be added in later in the day, and the inevitable followup post will follow. As they do.]

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Re: Arrive!

[swerval_zero]

"Don't go getting any ideas," Zero warned him warily.

Re: Arrive!

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"My mind is empty. I have no ideas," Peter said.

Re: Arrive!

[swerval_zero]

"Swerval," Zero said. "Let's keep it that way."

Re: Arrive!

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"But if any ideas were gotten, they wouldn't be inspired by a beach," Peter said. "Too much sand, too much potential for seagull crashers."

Re: Arrive!

[swerval_zero]

Somewhere in the girlier recesses of Zero's mind, she drew a line through 'beach wedding.' "To say nothing of the possibility of sand crabs."

Re: Arrive!

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"And with my luck, we'd get a tidal wave to ruin everything else," Peter said.