Luco and Samhog's Honeymoon Thread

Here's most of the ceremony...


Bawitiba: I believe you volunteered first Rob, do you accept the job?
A._N._B._Y.: Okey doke then. Is the groom present?
Samurai Hedgehog: Why yes.
Bawitiba: *disappears for a moment so the groom is first present sort of*
A._N._B._Y.: We need an organist. Who here is good with playing with organs? *glances at hikey*
hikey: i can actually play an organ.. again my mispent youth.
hikey: i will play the organ
A._N._B._Y.: Well that's settled. play this *shoves music into hands*
A._N._B._Y.: *Dons VR priest gear*
Bawitiba: *pulls pretty lace veil over face*
A._N._B._Y.: My face or yours?
Bawitiba: mine, now please proceed the IT centre closes early today... in ten mins or so.
A._N._B._Y.: Okay doke. *goes into pretentious religious babble*
hikey: a shot gun wedding then
hikey: *plays organ*
hikey: #billy idol#
Bawitiba: wouldn't I have to be pregnant for that?
hikey: well erm no not quite but erm yes sorry yes you would? arnt you? oh dear?
A._N._B._Y.: Brothers and sisters in God, today is a very special day, as we watch either the football, or the joining of these two VRers in holy matrimony...
Bawitiba: oop enters aisle in shotbox... walks quickly but gracefully.
hikey: you can stick out ur belly? they do a discount as this is a catlick church
hikey: *plays the weeding march*
Bawitiba: stands next to Tom
A._N._B._Y.: ...with the eyes of the Lord upon us, we reflect upon the joys of the ritual of marriage, and the increased accessability of divorce lawyers. Let us begin by singing our first hymn, Ten Green Bottles.
Bawitiba:
hikey: *accompanies in true organist style by playing it too slowly*
A._N._B._Y.: The WEEDING march? This is a wedding, Hikey, not friggin Gardener's world
A._N._B._Y.: Anyway, due to the time constraints of the bride, let's assume the hymn has been sung.
Bawitiba: 5 MINS
Jam on Toast.: Why lookie here, a wedding!
Samurai Hedgehog: Oi, gatecrasher.
hikey: *hides alan tichmarch*
A._N._B._Y.: Is there anyone here who has a valid reason why these two people should not be joined in the eyes of God? Let them speak now, or forever hold the peace...
x.d.o.w: *sits down to be that woman that cries at every wedding*
hikey: ...
hikey: cracks knuckles awaiting next tune on organ
Bawitiba: *quivvers*
hikey: its a BONTEMPI
Bawitiba: 4
A._N._B._Y.: Excellent. No objections. *rubs hands with glee and puts shotgun away*
Bawitiba: 3
Jam on Toast.: THEY SOULDNT BE MARRIED BEECAUSE HE'S CHEATING!
hikey: *plays random tune*
Jam on Toast.: Whups, wrong church...
x.d.o.w: wooooooo!
Bawitiba: 2
A._N._B._Y.: Do you, Kimberley Ford take this man to be your lawful wedded husband, to have and/or to hold, so long as you both shall live?
hikey: quick!
Bawitiba: I do!
hikey: *baited breath*
Bawitiba: 1!
A._N._B._Y.: And do you, Tom thingy take this woman to be your awful wedded wife, for similar reasons?
Samurai Hedgehog: Yeah, go on then.
A._N._B._Y.: Get the rings, GET THE RINGS!
x.d.o.w: ahhhheeoo*crie s*
hikey: yyyeeeeeehaw congrats
Mr Flibble: *opens 100s of Kinder Eggs until 2 plastic rings are found*
Bawitiba: sirens going off... gotta go
hikey: *plays organ furiously
A._N._B._Y.: Deal. Now kiss quickly and get the hell outta here!
Samurai Hedgehog: :-*
hikey: im off too i hear the distant sounds of JOSH
Samurai Hedgehog: Please note that was directed at Kim, not the rest of you.
A._N._B._Y.: Seems like the bride has vanished, so you'll have to kiss someone else, in loco Luco
Mr Flibble: *pulls trousers back up, disappointed*
Samurai Hedgehog:
Jam on Toast.:
A._N._B._Y.: So who are you going to kiss, Tom? Choose wisely...
Jam on Toast.: Me! Pick Me!
A._N._B._Y.: KIM! you're still here! Just kiss him back and the ritual is sealed!
x.d.o.w: *cries*
Mr Flibble: *puts on a hockey mask*
Jam on Toast.: She mightn't of logged of, Rob.
A._N._B._Y.: Well in that case, Tom must pick someone else to kiss in order to seal the Rite
Jam on Toast.: MEEEEEEEEE!!
Samurai Hedgehog: Any volunteers? No...?
Samurai Hedgehog: Oh, alright then, Jam On Toast :-*
x.d.o.w: kiss her ^
A._N._B._Y.: Tabby, kiss back...
x.d.o.w: *continues crieing*
x.d.o.w: *continues crieing*
Jam on Toast.: ;*
Jam on Toast.: I'm Tabby, BTW
Jam on Toast.: :-*
A._N._B._Y.: Excellent, now in order to complete the wedding, Tabitha must kiss Kim in the presence of the husband, and also either a judge or vicar. That will make it binding.
Jam on Toast.: So Luco be married now?
A._N._B._Y.: Heh, married by proxy
Jam on Toast.: Right. This's gonna be hard.
A._N._B._Y.: There's no rush. The ceremony is complete, and seeing as you save shoutboxes *cough*sad*cou gh* she can be brought up to speed. Now get outta my church!#
x.d.o.w: *sniffs*


That's kinda sad...

And here's the final bit, with irrellevant bits lopped out


Snodgrass Minor: Hm.
Bawitiba: I believe my marriage ritual needs completing...
A._N._B._Y.: ***Enters promptly***
Bawitiba: ooh look the vicar's here too!
Bawitiba: I've been on this pc since half 4... I need food... so can we finish please?
A._N._B._Y.: I'm ready, all we need is the Carrier.
Bawitiba: I get the feeling she don't feel so good.
A._N._B._Y.: It's the carrying of the wedding. It makes you ill if you have it in your system for too long.
Bawitiba: I hope she isn't left with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder after this.
A._N._B._Y.: After the discharge, there should be no lasting side effects.
Bawitiba: oh I see Tom has to be here too. Meh.
Bawitiba: bitchb*st*rdbo llocks
Bawitiba: this could take forever.
A._N._B._Y.: Well, he doesn't *have* to. I've changed my mind.
Bawitiba: I expect the weekend is the best bet.
Bawitiba: Okay
A._N._B._Y.: Yeah, he'll just have to find out the hard way
Bawitiba: mwahahahaha
Bawitiba: I think Tabitha's gone.
A._N._B._Y.: Ho well, another time then...
Bawitiba: hehehe
...
Snodgrass Minor: Yello again.
A._N._B._Y.: Heheh... they all come crawling back
...
A._N._B._Y.: Hmm, well, we have the two parties to somplete Kim's wedding present, so shall we proceed?
Snodgrass Minor: Luco! Kiss!
...
Bawitiba: I thought you had to kiss me?
A._N._B._Y.: Just do it already!
Bawitiba: :-*
Snodgrass Minor: :-*
The Sky: *goes eeriely dark*
Lightning bolts: *rip through the air*
Infernal winds: *engulf Kim and Tabitha* in a howling, powerful maelstrom*
A._N._B._Y.: Hmm, the weather's gone a bit sh*te...
Bawitiba: :-*
Bawitiba: and one for Rob cos that was cool :-*
A._N._B._Y.:
A._N._B._Y.: Heh, I got a kiss from the bride before the groom did
Bawitiba: Do I have to kiss him again? I already gave my kiss and had to run.
A._N._B._Y.: Nope. He kissed Tabby and Tabby kissed you. You were married by proxy
Bawitiba: good good.

congrats. may you not find out too late that your spouse is inherently evil.

Congratulaaaaaations! Martin and me never honeymooned, ya lucky duckies!


Aww weddings....!

Sarah xx