028 x 820 // video // (becoming a) family day

[dignity_misery]

[Good morning, fair city. On this fine day the device has been given prime seating upon a nearby vanity table while the final dress-fitting of a long-planned wedding is underway. Carla seems a bit exasperated with the Vietnamese woman's chatter as she checks all the seams, doing last minute stitches and generally complaining that she only wishes she could be half so skinny. Carla is not a traditional bride, by far, and when she looks at the camera it's to wonder dryly,]

Do you think this skirt is large enough? Or should I add another several pounds worth of tulle underneath.

[The woman buttoning up her dress starts to answer and Carla turns to hold up her hand for silence.]

Don't answer that. [Her attention returns to the camera.] I assume Karl sent out invitations weeks ago. If he didn't, you're summarily invited. Bring gifts. That's the only reason anyone gets married anyway.

[Such a romantic at heart, this lady. Once she's been buttoned in, she steps back to get the full dress in shot. She gives it a critical eye, toying her hair up briefly before letting it fall back down around her shoulders.]

It'll do.

[If you're watching closely, you may catch only the barest hint of a smile.]



[[ooc; later will be a joint post by Karl for the wedding/party. You know you want to come o3o]]

Comments

[dignity_misery]

Karl wanted something dramatic.

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And you wanted Karl?

[dignity_misery]

[That makes her laugh.]

I'm not in love with him and I won't be calling him my husband tomorrow.

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Then what exactly are you getting out of it? Can't be citizen status.

[dignity_misery]

I'm enjoying the gifts so far.

[She's wanted that diamond garrote for months, ok.]

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I didn't know people went all-out for shams these days. Or that you were that badly off for flatware and table linen.

[dignity_misery]

I take it you're not coming to the party, then.

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What are you getting out of it?

[dignity_misery]

[Goddamnit Chase. She looks away, not quite frowning but there's a touch of irritation there. Why won't he just buy the excuses about the gifts and the party instead of sticking his nose where--]

A family of my choosing.

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[Now he pauses, an analytical silence with an abrupt end.]

Nope. Try again.

[dignity_misery]

I'm out of answers.

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If you were looking to fill a void, you'd be filling it with something you don't have. You don't love him and the word 'husband's only a word?

Doesn't sound far off how you talk about the family you've already got.

[dignity_misery]

I care about him, and Diva, and the twins.

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Now you want to play auntie?

[dignity_misery]

I'm already an aunt.

[Her lip curls. Now she's a godmother.]

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But these kids you 'care' about. [Any other day she'd rather spit than use that word, as much as he considers that a facade too.] It's nice to see your kinder, gentler side getting such a public airing.

[dignity_misery]

I have my moments.

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You should have said, we're always looking for people to come in and read bedtime stories in peds.

[dignity_misery]

[Her expression pinches angrily. Why is he never in range when she'd throw something at his face?]

Are you coming to see me, or not?

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Busy. Next time you might include a few days notice in the planning schedule.

[dignity_misery]

[...She thinks she's been planning this for months... Damn curse.]

Then choke on it.

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I see settling into domesticity's having a maturing effect.

[You can talk, Robert.]

...Why do you want to see me?

[dignity_misery]

I need a reason? I'll make a fucking appointment next time.

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It's not my schedule I'm thinking of. Want to skip the ceremony while I buy you lunch?

[dignity_misery]

Yes.

[She sneers at him before turning her head to ask the little Vietnamese woman to unzip her and have the dress taken over to the manor.]