[video] You're cordially invited...

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt holds up an image. It's...well, it's a wedding invitation of sorts, but it looks like it's trying to be a rock poster or a zine.

He leans in close to the camera and in a conspiratorial, hushed voice, with a glance behind him to see if the man he's referring to is anywhere nearby]


Hey.

So. Hermann won't let me use this to advertise our wedding, but I'm letting you all know you're invited. Sorry for the totally short notice, but this world being what it is, we didn't want to jinx ourselves by planning too far in advance.

March 27th. Anchorage, Alaska. 4:30 pm -- Anchorage time. We're making plans to have transportation via teleportation provided and reception will follow.

Uh, if you can, RSVP or something, just so we know how many of you to expect. Not that I'd mind performing to a packed house, but you know. A headcount is always good.

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[dirtyredneck]

Haven't asked them yet.

[Since Newt had said he wanted to keep it quiet for a while, and all, he'd chosen to not bring it up.]

private voice until otherwise noted

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Hermann let him invite the world. All quiet is now officially thrown out the window]

So go ask! Geez, I'll wait here.

Seriously, though. I swear to god, if your tie looks better than mine, that's it. I'm giving up. I'm counting on you, man, to show up and make me look good by comparison. So when Hermann yells at me in front of everyone for my tie looking like an absolute disaster I can point to you and go 'but at least I HAVE one. See? I tried!'

[dirtyredneck]

I'll ask 'em when I see 'em next. They ain't here all the time.

Mako's already plannin' the outfits, so that's up to her.