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Current Location: Opera House

Log; Ongoing

When; Voice Switch Day
Rating; PG - It's wedding planning, kiddies.
Characters; Evey (

ever_evey) & Christine (

angel_aria)
Summary; Time to plan a wedding!
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Weddings were naturally exciting events, and Evey Hammond found herself growing more energized just thinking of all the planning that lay ahead. She ticked off in her mind the things that needed to be done as she made her way from her underground home to the Opera House. A full wedding and reception ought to have flowers, decorations, music...a dress, of course, but assumedly, Christine was taking care of that. Perhaps V could play the organ for the occasion? He was reticent to perform publicly, of course, but he was talented and Christine and Erik were friends...it was something worth asking him later, if Christine hadn't already made arrangements.

These thoughts kept her occupied as she approached the grand building, which looked finer every time she visited it.

"Hello?" she called, stepping into the entry of the Opera House. "Christine?" Thankfully, Christine had received Evey's warning--that she currently didn't sound at all like herself. Evey could imagine the problems that an unexpected (and rather sinister sounding, at least to her ear's) man's voice might potentially cause.

Christine was waiting for Evey to come. She had recieved Evey's warning and had given one of her own; her voice was unusually high-pitched today. When she had gotten up, feeling excited about the planning that lay ahead, an enthusiastic phrase had burst from her lips in a foreign tongue. She had no idea whatsoever what the strange language meant, but she was trying to keep herself under control. Somehow she didn't think it was going to last long.

When Christine heard Evey's voice, she grimaced inwardly. Oh my, this curse has really hit us quite badly, she thought, approaching her friend. 'Good morning, Evey,' she said, giving a small curtsy (it was custom and habit, and habits were hard to break), and a weak smile. It sounded worse than she thought. 'Shall we go to the auditorium?' She asked, gesturing for Evey to follow her. 'The renovations are nearly complete, I believe. We still have quite a bit of work to do, but...it's decent enough to sit in and do rehearsals.'

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"Good morning," Evey replied with a smile. It was hard not to grin at Christine's speech--it had turned ridiculously high and girlish--as she spoke about the renovations to the Opera House. Clearly, the other woman had been luckier in this curse; Christine's new voice was far more endearing than Evey's. "I'm glad to see the renovations have been going so well."

When she finished that last sentence, she made a strange, wet sort of sound and grimaced. That odd noise came along with the voice, and she had yet to figure out how to control it. It felt like coughing up water, albeit without any liquid involved, and that sensation was the main reason she was counting the minutes until her own voice was returned to her.

"Excuse me," she muttered as they sat. "I wish I could stop doing that, but it's uncontrollable."

When Christine heard the odd wet sound, she paused in her tracks and gave Evey a concerned look. 'Are you all right?' She asked, wondering if the curse had affected her more than usual. 'You're not choking on anything are you?'

They sat near the stage, and Christine felt relaxed, even though she was a bit disconcerted about her voice. The Opera House was her element, and she felt comfortable here. '....Oh, I see,' she said. 'Um, if I get a bit excited and start talking in a strange language....that's the curse, not me. I've been having a hard time controlling it as well. Because, really, it's impossible to be calm when planning a wedding, especially when it's your own!' She gave a small laugh.

"At least most of what you say is understandable," Evey answered, thinking back to a curse two months back when everyone in the city had spoken a different language. The thought gave her pause; while she knew quite well that she'd spent quite a while in this madhouse of a city--she still kept a tally on a sheet of paper next to the bed--thinking so casually about things that had happened months ago shocked her a bit.

This was not a day for pondering her time in the city, though--she shook the thought and gave Christine a smile. "It'll be all right, I'm sure. Where should we begin? There's so much to do."

((OOC: AR is the fail at responding quickly and promises to do better in the future, honest. ^^;;; ))

'That's a very good question,' Christine said gravely, tapping her finger against her chin in thought. 'Let's see...we already have a place; the cathedral...I know Erik is going to make sure no monsters lurk around the place. That blind priest has been missing, but he's not the only priest in the whole City, so we've got someone to actually marry us...'

'...I think we can start on the dresses. I've already got mine, but I don't know about the rest of you...the Opera House has quite the selection of clothing...you should see it! The dressing room has so many clothes from so many different time periods, and...' Christine forced herself to stop, not liking how her voice was starting to rise higher in a tone that was sickeningly cute. She cleared her throat. 'I can take you to look at them later on, if you'd like. So those of you that do not have dresses are more than welcome to borrow them from the abundance of said clothing from the dressing room.'

"I'd appreciate it if I could look through the clothing here," Evey answered. While she had acquired a few formal outfits in her time here, they weren't exactly appropriate for a wedding--her two nicest dresses were both cocktail dresses, one black and one scarlet.

"But maybe we should save that for later? We can go through the less exciting plans and play dress-up for a while when we're done." She grinned around another of those watery hiccups of sound; much as she wanted to have her own voice back, it was amusing to hear those words coming out in such a voice.

"Until then, what else hasn't yet been arranged?"

((OOC: Bwah--indeed. And if it trails off into oblivion, well...we'll have tried, at least. ^_~))

Christine giggled at Evey's 'dress-up' comment. I've missed talking to my friends like this, she thought. Of course, the voice that was coming out of Evey's mouth was extremely amusing as well, and she had to keep herself from laughing out loud for fear of offending her friend, and she certainly didn't want that.

'The only things that haven't been arranged are the decorations for the chapel, and the food and music for the reception. Other than that, everything else is taken care of. I know it doesn't seem like much, but I honestly don't know where to start with the decorations,' Christine admitted.

Decorations--well, that would be a good place to start, though Evey had even less practical experience with decorating than Christine. "Hm...If you're not sure what you want with them, we should start with something basic," she said, thinking aloud. "The colours, maybe."

White or cream would be traditional for a wedding, but some colour would be a nice addition. Something in a pastel, maybe? She herself would have favoured pale blue and cream--but then, it wasn't her wedding. "If you know what colours you'd like to use to decorate, we could get flowers or--" What else was used to decorate for a wedding? "--or ribbons, perhaps, and decorate the chapel with those."

'Oh! Flowers, most definitely,' Christine said, nodding adamantly. 'Erik loves flowers, especially roses. Don't tell him I told you that,' she added hastily, knowing that most men in her society would be extremely embarrassed if anyone knew that they liked flowers. 'We could decorate the chapel with some of them....so, that's red....' Her brows knitted in thought. 'Red, white, and black. Does that sound good to you? We could have roses and white ribbons...and then use black with the other two colors here.

'What do you think?' She asked, genuinely wanting Evey's opinion.

Evey's immediate opinion was that it sounded rather like what V might choose if told, on the spot, that he was to plan the decorations for a wedding.

"I've never seen a wedding with a colour scheme like that, but I think it's a great idea," she answered, smiling. It would fit the two who were marrying and look lovely at the same time. "Red roses won't be hard to find, either." There were plenty of them in Xanadu--and more growing underground, though not enough to decorate an entire chapel.

"Besides, if Erik would like that..." She gave her friend a wicked grin as the sentence trailed off. "Don't worry--I won't tell anyone that he's fond of flowers...but I can tell you that he and V have that in common." Of course, V's predilection for roses wasn't a secret in the slightest, but that was no matter.

"I'll help you with decorating--and I could persuade V to lend a hand, too, if we need anything hung up above our reach." That sentence was punctuated with a small laugh from Evey, who was a good foot shorter than her love and knew it. "We'll have to wait on gathering roses, but we could go and look for ribbon later today..."

Christine shrugged. 'We both like the colors, and I think it would suit us,' she said, not knowing that that was what had just crossed Evey's mind. 'Roses are the universal flower of love; everyone seems to think so, so it's only fitting.'

Christine laughed - it was a very strange, high-pitched, disgustingly cute laugh - and grinned back at Evey. 'No wonder they get along so well! I wonder what they talk about when we're not around...fighting techniques, and which fertilizer works best for which flower,' Christine joked.

'And I agree! I certainly wouldn't be able to reach anything too high either. Ribbon hunting sounds like a good idea.' She nodded, pleased that they had at least that taken care of. 'Now, as far as food goes...I'm sure we could just hire someone to cook for us. I would prepare food, if I could, but I'm afraid I don't understand how many of the things in the kitchen are operated. Do you know of anyone with any culinary skill?' She asked. Evey had been in the City longer than Christine had been, so she hoped that Evey knew someone who was talented in cooking.

Evey was still smiling, but she winced inwardly at Christine's laugh. The shrill tone grated on her ears, and she suddenly had the feeling that she might be leaving with a headache.

"I don't even want to know what their conversations consist of," Evey replied merrily, her laughter cut short by another of those watery noises that caught in her throat. "Books, the proper care of roses...and how best to take care of enemies?"

This afternoon was singularly different from most of the others in her recent memory. Simply sitting and laughing with another woman near her age was not something she'd had many opportunities to do in her world of origin (not since she'd met V, at least). It was a treat to discuss things with a friend like this.

"We might want to ask at the Cafe Juliet about finding a caterer--their food isn't bad." She pursed her lips as she considered what other options might be available. "V's a fantastic cook, but I don't think he'd have the time to prepare such a large dinner--and I can't think of anyone else who's really skilled in the kitchen."

Christine couldn't help it; she dissolved into a fit of giggles again at the sound of that strange choking-on-water sound that kept interrupting Evey's speech. 'I'm sorry, Evey,' she managed to get out, 'This is just...one of the worst and best curses ever.'

She regained her composure, straightening up in her seat. 'Cafe Juliet! I hadn't even thought of doing anything like that. Yes, I think that will work. I've heard that they're awfully popular with their wide selection of dishes. I could talk to them while we're out shopping, and I'm sure we'll be able to arrange something.

'Now that means the only thing we need is music...Papa is going to play the violin for us, but he can't be playing all of the music; I want him to enjoy the reception as well. I just don't know who else is musically inclined that would be willing to play for a reception,' Christine said. 'I could put a notice up or something....'

"I wouldn't call it one of the best," she replied, equally amused, "but it is rather funny." Christine's voice was, at least. Evey's own voice wasn't terrible, but those little sounds she kept making brought back unpleasant memories of truly choking uncontrollably on water.

"I'm sure we could find some musicians--enough for a string quartet, at least. Or even a small orchestra, if you'd prefer." That wouldn't be too many people. Not more than ten, she thought--flutes, clarinets, horns, percussion, strings, or some combination thereof. "If you can arrange for the food, I could look for people to play for your reception."

That left a question unanswered, though. "What about during the service? You'll need music then, and your father and Erik will be too busy at that moment to play." Another teasing grin, and then a thoughtful look. "You know, V's brilliant with the organ; I think I could convince him to play if you can't think of anyone you'd rather have play."

'All right,' Christine agreed. 'I'll talk to the owners of the Cafe and arrange the catering, and I'll leave the music to you.'

'V can play the organ?' She asked, surprised. It seemed that V was full of surprises. 'Another thing that he and Erik have in common....I would love to have V play for us, if he wouldn't mind, of course.' Christine smiled, excited that this wedding was going to have people that she actually cared about involved.

'Thank you, Evey, it's going to be beautiful,' she said, grasping one of her friend's hands. 'I could not ask for a better wedding, with so many people I have come to care about actually participating. My previous marriage...it was beautiful, but those in attendance were mostly associates or relatives of my husband, whom I did not know very well. But this...this is going to be spectacular. Thank you,' she said again, grateful for Evey's help.

'Shall I show you the dresses now?' Christine asked.

"He can," Evey replied. She had heard him play the organ once, with Walter D'Orneaz; while she hadn't been in the cathedral when they played, it had been loud enough that the area around the building was filled with the sounds of 'Toccata and Fugue'. "It's almost frightening, how many similarities those two have, isn't it?"

She bit her lower lip in thought. "It might take some work to convince him--I don't think he likes the idea of performing for others--but I think he'd be willing for this occasion." Hopefully, he would like the idea. If not...well, she would simply have to convince him.

"I'm just glad I can help you out," she told Christine, giving her hands a friendly squeeze. "It'll be a beautiful wedding." Evey stood. "I'd love to look at the dresses now."

((OOC: Shall we just let them go off to oooh and aaah over dresses and assume they had a grand old time? ;D Since all that's left is girltalk and stuff like that.))

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