[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.

Comments

[akito]

What the fuck? Is it supposed to be a wedding, or a shitty concert?

[driftsintobuffetline]

Hey, if you're going to be rude, you're both de-invited.

[akito]

Since when were we invited anyway? You'd seriously want a couple of teenagers bumming around?

[driftsintobuffetline]

There's food...someone's got to eat it.

[akito]

...What kinda food?

[ they may not eat a ton but they sure can appreciate good food they don't have to make themselves! ]

[mathemagier]

Precisely, thank you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

You're banned.

[mathemagier]

I believe it would be difficult to marry me if I wasn't present.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, sucks for you then, huh?!

[mathemagier]

You really can't stop me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I can. I will. I'm going to invent an anti-Hermann field.

[mathemagier]

Mmn. Well I wish you luck in completing it in the next three weeks.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh you're not banned yet. I'm not done with you yet.

[mathemagier]

Really now. What else do you have in store before you ban me then?

[And this is starting to sound less than PG already]

[driftsintobuffetline]

You've got to make an itinerary for my honeymoon activities.

[mathemagier]

An itinerary- really. Perhaps we should discuss those details in person.

[driftsintobuffetline]

If you insist.

[akito]

I'd say I was sorry for you, but it's your own fault for agreeing to get hitched.


[ spoiler: he's lying. he wouldn't say sorry ever, even if it wasn't his fault. ]

[mathemagier]

Suppose I may need to look past his stylistic flaws in favor of his better traits.

[akito]

[ a little derisive snort. ]

I'm not even gonna fucking ask.

[ clearly he is of the pessimistic approach to humanity. i.e. there are rarely - if ever - any good traits pffft. ]

[mathemagier]

Likely for the best.

[Perhaps one day Ak/gito]