wedding reception, with magic chocolates - open to all

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

The Great Hall has been decorated in Ravenclaw colors, as both bride and groom belong to Ravenclaw house. At every place at every table is a small gift bag, Ryuuji's idea for wedding favors: each one contains a little stuffed aardvark holding a pillow with the couple's names and the date embroidered on it in tiny precise stitches, a packet of flavored gelatin and a tiny flask of vodka for the making of Evil Clown Repellant, and a stick-on transfer tattoo of the Chinese ideogram for 'happiness'. There's a vast buffet table at one end of the hall, flanked by a huge punch bowl and a huger wedding cake (red velvet cake, of course). And, somewhere amid the other buffet offerings, there is a quite attractive array of fine chocolates. If you ask any of the wedding planners where they had procured the chocolates, they'll tell you to ask one of the other wedding planners. In reality, the chocolates have been provided by no one involved in the party planning at all. Tucked under the chocolates and hidden by the decorations is a hand-written note, in a plain envelope that looks rather like a small white napkin.

A small sign outside the Hall lets people know this is the Tam-Maturin wedding reception and it's open to the whole school. There was originally a plan to distribute fliers of some sort, or more exorbitantly to owl everyone at the school. Unfortunately, the drafted invitations got somehow mixed up with the invitations Ryuuji had designed for Stephen's bachelor party, and Stephen refused to countenance the sending of invitations bearing the likeness of Immodestly Hot Homsar. Word of mouth would have to be good enough. Besides, most people eat in the Great Hall anyhow.

(( As with previous magic-chocolates RPs, the effects of each chocolate are up to the mun of the character who eats it. Have fun! ))

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[themountie.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Ben had managed to lose track of both Ray and the... flying dog thing. How you lost track of a flying dog, he had no idea, but the dog was supposedly his and Ray had his drink and he was starting to feel he could use one, so he was looking for them... when he spotted Ellie. Naked Ellie.

Did anyone else notice that there was a naked woman at the party? Was this that kind of party? This seemed like a damn bizarre wedding, that was for sure. "Hey, uh..." He walked over to her, trying not to stare too obviously. "You don't... want a jacket or anything, do you?"

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Ellie said, giving him a puzzled and slightly disturbed look. Why would she need a jacket indoors? "It's amazing how warm the castle can be. Can you imagine how much energy it must take to heat it?" she said, trying to be polite and make conversation.

[themountie.livejournal.com]

"Uh... right." So, possibly slightly crazy naked lady. But she was very pretty. It was getting increasingly harder for him not to stare. If nothing else, he had just learned something else about himself: apparently, he was bisexual! That was probably a good thing to know.

Pretty or not, though -- and amnesia or not -- Ben was essentially a nice guy, and as much as he would have liked to keep looking at her, it seemed kind of sleazy. He smiled at her, forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face. "Listen, why don't you take my jacket, and then let me get you a drink or something?" He started take it off... only to discover that, with the little white string thing and the brown leather belt thing over his shoulder and the utility belt thing around his waist, that was actually easier said than done. "Um."

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

"Here," Ellie said, helping Fraser get loose of his accessories. It was a gallant gesture, even if she didn't understand why he was doing it, and even if he wasn't doing it all that well. While fiddling with his strings, Ellie had brushed her breast against his chest. She still felt the fabric of her dress, though, and thought nothing of it. "Can you get it off now?" she asked.

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Oh, that wasn't even fair. Ben froze as she came up to him, his eyes going wide. Well... okay, he thought as she dealt with his various accoutrements, this had to be a sign, right? She had to know she was naked, and she was coming up to him and touching him... Ben made himself relax with a slightly nervous laugh, peeling the red serge off. "Seems to be okay now. Thanks for the help. This uniform seems a little stupid." He reached out to drape it over her shoulders. "I'm Ben, by the way."

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

"Ellie," she said, holding out her hand. The jacket was a bit stuffy over her dress, but she didn't want to be rude. "This isn't exactly a costume party," she pointed out, "so if you think it's stupid, why are you wearing it?"

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, he'd made the comment about the uniform before he'd even noticed that, under the jacket, he was wearing suspenders. Suspenders. Lord have mercy. "Well, apparently, I'm a Mountie," he explained as he shook her hand. "At least, that's what the butler told me, and I guess it makes sense with the outfit." He shrugged and glanced down at himself with a wince, snapping at one of the suspenders. "I think I might quit if I'm going around looking like this."

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

"So you weren't hired for after-the-ceremony entertainment?" she joked, raising an eyebrow. Even though she was married, she could still appreciate a buff man in his suspenders. "Besides, red's your color."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Ben laughed. "Not that I'm aware of, no." He glanced her over, now that the best worst was covered up, and grinned. "I should ask you the same question."

So, okay, according to Jeeves, he maybe had a boyfriend, but only maybe. And there was nothing wrong with a little flirting, anyway, right?

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

Ellie was confused. "Why on earth would you say that?" she asked.

[themountie.livejournal.com]

He gave her a slightly blank look in return. She did know, didn't she? "Well, the..." Ben made a vague gesture towards her body that was meant to indicate 'being naked' but, really, could have been almost anything.

Maybe she was a nudist? This whole thing was starting to freak him out. "So, as for that drink..." He smiled uncertainly, reaching out to touch her arm lightly. "Why don't we go and get something, and then I can walk you back to your room?" The latter was said with noble intentions, of course. Mostly.

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

Ah hah! There's his partner. Doing... what? Touching a naked girl? He deliberately steps up and almost between them. "a'cause you're naked," he offers, helpfully, and then holds out the whiskey to Fraser. "At least, y'got an arse hangin' out under the coat. 'sa right purty one, at least."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

"Ray!" Busted. Big-time. Ben immediately took a step back, letting go of Ellie. "This isn't what it looks like, I swear," he said defensively. Except that Ray didn't actually seem mad. O...kay then, maybe Jeeves had been wrong after all.

Raising his eyebrows, he reached out and took the whiskey. "Thanks." He took a sip, flinched, and then against all better judgment knocked it back, which resulted in a round of coughing so hard his eyes watered. "Oh, shit," he choked, pounding his chest. "I really don't drink, do I?"

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

Mad? No. Jealous? Yeah. Ellie's the one getting daggers, though. Runnin' around with her ass hangin' out. That's just rude. "Yeah, ah jus' bet," he says to Fraser, with a sniff.

"Yah really don't." He reached out to pat Fraser on the back, soothingly. "Sip it, man. It'll go down better."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Ben was currently a little too preoccupied with the crazy burning in his chest to notice Ray's glaring at Ellie. Coughing again, he nodded and laughed. "Yeah, but there's nothing left to sip."

He looked back up at Ellie, giving her a rather embarrassed grin, as if to apologize for his moment of stupidity, and spotting his coat on her shoulders again reminded him of something. "Oh, right." He nudged Ray. "Hey, buddy, do you think we can go back to the room at some point so I can get changed?" Glancing down at himself with a distasteful grimace, he leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I mean, seriously, what is wrong with this stupid uniform? Who the fuck would come up with something like this?" He tugged at a suspender and pulled a face.

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

Ray gave him a little grin. "That's just a sign y'need another, y'know," he points out, and then so as not to let the newbie outdrink him, he tosses his own whiskey back, eyes watering but hiding it well.

... the room? Oh man, for some reason he still thought he and Ray lived together. "Oh uh, sure. Y'know, I always wonder about the canadian mind," he says, with a smirk. "Comes up with the most pi-cu-le-ar notions, don't it? I'll show ya where ya keep the things that ain't all uniformish."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Ah, so Jeeves had at least been right about that much. Interesting. At Ray's little jibe about the uniform, Ben rolled his eyes and grinned. "No kidding."

He glanced back at Ellie, somewhere between regretful (goodbye, pretty lady!) and concerned. "Listen, I think maybe you'd better keep that..."

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

"And get some pants," he adds, to Ellie, with another little half-glare.

What Fraser's been saying is slowly starting to penetrate. ...wait, holy shit! "... uh, Fraser? Can you uh, say 'fuck' ag'in?" He peers hopefully. "I kinda missed it the first time."

[dinos-eat-man.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry?" Ellie had no idea what this man's problem was, but damn if he was going to insult her choice of clothing! She checked the back of her dress, saw that she hadn't gotten anything caught where it shouldn't be, and turned around to glare at Ray. "Take your friend and ride off into the sunset, cowboy," she said, whipping off Fraser's coat and shoving it back at him. "I'm off to play with the real men."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Ben was too startled to do anything but take the coat back. He watched her go with almost cartoonishly wide eyes, letting out a low whistle as she disappeared. "Fuck," he supplied helpfully.

He wasn't really sure, but he thought that might have been the strangest thing that had ever happened to him. Of course, he didn't know about the ghosts. Or the voodoo. Or the eggs.