looking for something dumb to do.

[ohshutup]

WHO: Clara Oswald ohmyclara, Cosima Neihaus doubleblind, and YOU
WHERE: De Chima Planetarium
WHEN: May 14th, 5:00 PM
WHAT: It's a science wedding!
WARNINGS: Just adorableness.


(( ooc: starters in comments! feel free to make your own, this is gonna be super chill ))

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wedding.

[ohshutup]

[When guests first arrive, they'll be ushered around to the back of the building, where a botanical garden stretches down the back lawn. Colorful flowers line the path, and at the end is a small table holding test tubes full of bubbles, with instructions to blow them at the brides in place of rice.

There are no seating arrangements, no programs, no priests - just an array of mostly-uniform chairs, a partly-cloudy sky, and some teenager from the park playing the ukulele because Clara knew Cosima would like it. Choose a seat, mingle with your friends, blow bubbles, show off your attire, et cetera. It's a wedding! Get excited!]

Cinders | Open!

[glassfall]

[Well, it had been open invitation. Cinders, of course, had brought a gift - a Roomba, mostly because those things, according to Ronnie, were awesome. Hey, who doesn't like something that means they have less to do around the house? Of course, the person in the shop had needed to wrap it for her, but he'd done an excellent job. Cinders had carefully deposited the gift on the pile and nervously sat somewhere in the middle-ish.

Nervously smoothing her elegant, pale lavender dress - one that had been brought as a hand-me-down by Utena - she eyed the test tube she'd been given curiously. What in the world was this for?]

[doubleblind]

[So maybe one of the brides shouldn't be wandering around before the wedding ceremony, but Cosima has never been one for traditions. She's too full of excited energy to stay away, and pestering her gets seems like a good outlet. She spots Cinders eying the test tube with confusion and makes her way over.]

Bubbles.

[Cosima motions for her to unscrew the cap.]

[glassfall]

Bubbles?

[What in the world is she talking about? Cinders knows what bubbles are, of course - but what does that have to do with this odd tube? She's a sport, though, and does as she's told.]

[doubleblind]

[She'll find a small wand inside, perfect for blowing bubbles onto a wedding crowd. Cosima has a test tube in her own hands, and opens it up, guiding the wand through the air with a flourish and producing a small stream of bubbles.]

Nice, right? Clara and I agreed they're prettier than rice.

Cosima | open!

[doubleblind]

[If you're a slightly early guest, you might just spot one of the brides (already sporting her dress complete with flower crown) hiding (not very well) at the back of the garden. Cosima just couldn't help but take a peek of the whole complete setup before the wedding started, needing an outlet for all of her excited energy.

Clara was right, she loves the random ukulele playing teenager and grins as soon as she realizes where the music is coming from. Actually, Cosima loves everything, and she practically gasps as she takes in the complete scene, stealing a test-tube full of bubbles. It's perfect.]

[puppydoctor]

[George is standing behind the last row of chairs, rolling up his shirt sleeves, when he sees one of the brides snatching a test tube. His face breaks into a slightly admonishing grin.]

Cosima, you bandit.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima frantically waves one hand at him, making a loud shushing noise. It honestly probably attracts more attention than his initial comment.]

Hey, hey, it's my wedding. I can steal as many favors as I want.

[puppydoctor]

[He smiles fondly at that, and then walks over to join her, picking up some bubbles to examine. Honestly, he hates weddings by now. They've never failed to be a terrible occurrence in his life. But he has to admit - the science touches are pretty adorable.]

I'm pretty sure it's scientifically impossible to not have a happy marriage if it starts with bubbles. [He pulls out the wand, and holds it up to the sunlight.] ... There weren't any bubbles at mine. Just fake Elvis.

[notsheepish]

Um, I don't know if you're aware, but this is a private party, ma'am. Do you have an invitation?

[Sorry. She couldn't help herself.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima spins, grinning, gesturing to the wedding dress that twirls around her.]

This isn't invitation enough?

[notsheepish]

I don't know. Maybe we should ask security. They've gotta be around here somewhere, right?

[Ruby glances around, as if searching.]

reception.

[ohshutup]

[After the ceremony is over, guests will be led inside the planetarium, where a party is set up under the domed sky. It shows a brilliant sunset at first, but as dinner (surprisingly elegant tacos) is served and the party shifts into dancing, the sky transitions to a brilliant star field. The venue is clearly set up to reflect the brides' unique, somewhat nerdy, totally rad interests. The desserts and drinks are similarly themed, but the main event is left adorably neutral, just a delicious cake with cheerful sprinkles.

Drink as much as you can, dance until you drop, stuff your face with strangely colored icing, and having a generally great time until all hours! It's a wedding!!!!!!!!!!]

the Doctor | open!

[helpline]

option a: stars
[ The Doctor doesn't dance. At least, he doesn't dance for most people, though there are undoubtedly a few practical family members here who would be an exception. So, while everybody's dancing and mingling, the Doctor's scoped out a corner for himself and is just content to watch.

Well, watch and scarf down cupcakes like he's a thirteen year old boy. This is is fifth cupcake, how is he not sick?

He alternates between watching other people at the wedding and just looking up at the star field. If someone walks by, no matter if they meant to bother the Doctor or not, he'll gesture towards them and point up at the star field. ]

You see that bright one, almost directly above us? Now, follow my finger towards...that one, right there. You can't tell, but that's actually two stars, so far away from us that it looks like it's smushed into one. That one's Alpha Centauri.

option b: guitars
[ The Doctor's brought his guitar and is sitting just outside of the main planetarium room, tuning it slightly. Occasionally, he'll strum a chord, frown, then tune the guitar a little bit more. This goes on for a while, until he hears someone approach. Sorry person, were you trying to find the restroom or get something out of your car, you get to deal with the Doctor grumbling at you instead. ]

She's going to want me to make a speech, [ he says, not really paying attention to who walked up, still tuning the guitar and occasionally strumming chords. ] Did you know this is a thing? People making speeches at weddings, I don't know how to make a speech to begin with! Oh, I can easily talk an alien hoard to death, rail against the horrors of the unknown, or give a good monologue, I'm brilliant at monologues, but speeches? Wedding speeches? Speeches are different.

Option a!

[glassfall]

[Cinders, for all her fairy tale grace, still isn't a very good dancer. So she, too, sits this one out, brushing at her skirt nervously. Thankfully, it's a very nice dress, but it isn't terribly good for dancing in - especially for someone who was still unused to modern clothing. (The lack of corsets are amazing, by the way.)

She notices the old man gesturing, and curiously comes closer, only for him to start talking about stars, of all things. But hey! She's interested!]

But how can you tell it's two? I certainly can't see that far.

[She's happy to be doing something that isn't awkwardly avoiding the dancing, that's for sure.]

Alpha Centauri sounds like a nice name. Who came up with it?

[helpline]

I've been there before, [ said in a 'duh' tone of voice. How does he know it's two stars, easy, he's visited, next question! ]

And some human came up with it, probably in a lab somewhere. The Alpha Centaurians will eventually call it something else, but that doesn't happen for another few hundred years or so.

[glassfall]

[At that, Cinders lights up.]

Really?! What's it like?

[Normally, she'd be skeptical, but this place is swiftly teaching her to keep her eyes open.]

And what are the Alpha Centaurians?

b!!

[cleptes]

[ Bela is only in this area to take a small break. She didn't really expect to find anyone else, but the sound of a guitar catches her attention. Leaving the man to his own devices was Bela's first instinct, let him carry on without interruption. But then he begins to speak, and she can't exactly make her excuses before leaving. That would be rude.

So she listens to his rambling, even though he wasn't looking at her right now. ]

Perhaps you should just speak from the heart. Rather than trying to prepare something and getting stuck on the words. [ A beat. ] I'm not really the kind of person who makes speeches, or gets overly sentimental about things, but this is a good day. I'm delighted for the both of them.

One day you will have to tell me about the alien hoard. I'd love to hear that story.

[helpline]

That's the problem, [ the Doctor remarks, as he idly plays the few few notes of a piece of music on the guitar. ]

It's an amazing day. It's a day that I honestly never thought would happen. So I can't mess it up and I don't— [ he pauses, trying to find the right words. ] I don't know about speaking. It's far too human. The words muddle around in my head but my tongue turns to stone when I try to get them out there.

a.

[ohshutup]

[Clara wanders over eventually, bumping her arm into his as lightly as possible. Her heels clack almost silently, and her dress rustles against a chair.]

And what's on Alpha Centauri?

[helpline]

[ Kind of phallic looking monsters, that's what. Still, the Doctor's smart enough to not talk about certain descriptive terms on Clara's wedding day, so he just lightly bumps her arm as well. ]

The Alpha Centaurans, of course. What else would there be?

b!

[doubleblind]

[Cosima's plan was to get The Doctor to put down the guitar long enough for her to rope him into a dance or two. She wasn't expecting to get roped into his rant on speeches. She shakes her head slightly in disbelief at his complaints. She's pretty sure he'll be great at speeches, he's practically giving right now.

Still. She has to take this opportunity to ensure his speech is awesome. That's what Clara deserves.]

Of course you're making a speech. You're making a great speech.

[helpline]

[ The Doctor looks over at Cosima with a small frown. He...still doesn't entirely think he'd be good at speeches. Not speeches that matter, at least, not speeches where you have to do things like 'this is Clara, she's my best friend, she's the impossible girl and she's amazing.' ]

I'm making a speech. We'll see about great, right now I'm just aiming for coherent.

breeze | ota

[fayzedandconfused]

a) stuffing her face
[ The best part about any wedding: the food, obviously.

Breeze doesn't remember a whole lot about her mom's wedding, just that she got to throw flowers everywhere and got bored during the ceremony, but she also got to have cake. But she was only, like, five then, and she had to be supervised. This time she can do what she wants and no one will care. Besides, Clara and Cosima are basically like her moms. She's not going to get in trouble for taking a second piece of cake, or a third, or… you get the picture.

Sure, in a while she might feel sick from all the food, but that's a problem for Future Breeze. ]

b) dancing!
[ Originally she was planning on bringing Sophie, but… that couldn't happen. Whatever. It's fine. She'll dance on her own. It kind of reminds her of the McClub, except… well, there aren't any other kids, and the lighting is way better in the planetarium. But the way she dances, moving so fast that her limbs are a literal blur, a sort of trippy effect that she hasn't been able to show off before now, that's how she used to dance at the McClub, too. It's crazy, thinking that a couple years ago she was stuck in the FAYZ, and now she's here: enough to eat, people who care about her, at a wedding. Totally crazy.

Oh, and then she steps on someone's foot. Whoops. ]

a.

[ohshutup]

[Clara sits down next to her, her dress a rustling whirl of white and her cheeks pink with delight. She looks over at Breeze with utmost fondness.]

Let's not see that cake again later, yeah?