ataraxion | In which some sort of priest or something is required

[Two figures appear on the screen, one is your traditional grim reaper, skeleton, black robe and all that. The other appears to be a perky goth girl. If you’ve seen them before they’re usually together. This time, the one in the black robe starts first and if the voice sounds odd, it’s probably because it’s appearing already heard in your head.]

WE ARE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO PERFORM A MARRIAGE CEREMONY.

[There is a slight pause as though he remembers to add.]

FOR US.

[And because it always seems to come up.]

Yes. Really. We, uh, aren’t affiliated with any particular religion.

[Or they’re affiliated with all of them. Take your pick, really.]

We just figure this has gone on long enough and we might as well get on with it.

AND IT SEEMS DOUBTFUL THAT ANY OF OUR FAMILY WILL SHOW UP, SO NOW IS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY WITH THE RELATIVE CALMNESS WE ARE EXPERIENCING.

[Aka: the ship isn’t on fire or filled with mystery plague anymore.]

[Default tagging order is you-Sandman!Death-Discworld!Death. Or simply call out one of them individually in the header.]

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[This is really just

not polite at all

but she can't help herself.]

At risk of stating the obvious, one of you appear to be a... skeleton?

[The skeleton, really, but it sounds less alarmist than saying Death.]

[Everyone is always pointing that out. Ever since they first considered the possibility that their feelings might be romantic, people have pointed that out.

Which is why she answers it rather simply.]

Yes, he is.

[Really. She's noticed. She promises.]

YES AND BEFORE YOU ASK WHY. I AM DEATH. WE ARE BOTH DEATH. THOUGH FROM DIFFERENT WORLDS.

[There's a moment of perplexed, open-mouthed silence, and then Alison shifts, arms moving off-screen. A quiet glugging noise can be heard.]

Well, I suppose this is a good place to be in your line of work.

Neither of us is on duty here, this is way out of either of our jurisdictions.

[That tends to relax people. Hopefully it will relax her.]

WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE DEATHS HERE. IN FACT WE HAVE YET TO FIND THIS UNIVERSES DEATH.

[That was relaxing! Right up until the suggestion that there was another Death running around unmonitored. Up comes the source of the glugging, and Alison takes a long sip from a water glass containing a healthy measure of probably-not-water.]

Of course. It was insensitive of me to assume. How long have you two been - uh - an item?

[She is not entirely convinced that this isn't some elaborate prank

but then again, she saw a blue woman. And she's been kidnapped into space. And she is, after all, a clone. It would be a lie to say she's seen stranger things, but if it's not a joke these are probably not people to get on the wrong side of, assurances of being off-duty aside.]

[Well, that's an extremely unusual pairing. But... well, Leia really isn't one to judge. And if they're happy with one another, so much the better.

Besides, she does have the ability to perform marriage ceremonies if there is no other Imperially sanctioned person available.]

If a Senator would suit your purposes, I can offer myself for assistance.

It's okay, we get that a lot. It's been... two and a half years, now.

[Not really that long, in the grand scheme of things. Yet much more eventful than many centuries, on a personal level]

WE MET AT ANOTHER PLACE THAT DRAWS PEOPLE IN LIKE THIS. THOUGH IT WAS A SMALL TOWN RATHER THEN A SPACESHIP.

I suspect a Senator would have as much jurisdiction as anyone.

[Jurisdiction is really very confusing but they feel like they should have someone actually perform the ceremony.]

[Granny is glaring at the camera. He probably expected that.]

Ye still got this notion.

ESPECIALLY ON A PLACE SUCH AS THIS.

[He's not even really sure what a Senator is, humans have a lot of titles and he gets them mixed up sometimes. But hey, they'd like someone to do it.]

[Oh yup, expecting this.]

I BELIEVE IT HAS MOVED ON TO A PLAN AT THIS POINT.

[Ai looks confused.]

You're getting married?

Nonsense is what it is.

Yes. We've been trying to figure out how to do it for... a while now.

[Which is why they are giving up and just doing it.]

.....are you allowed to get married?

[That seems like something there would be rules about.]

PERHAPS. HOWEVER WE WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND AN INVITATION TO YOU FOR WHATEVER CEREMONY THIS NONSENSE PRODUCES.

[It's not even just Granny being someone you don't not invite to places. He would like someone from the Disc there as Susan cannot.]

Well. We're not forbidden to.

[No one really thought to make an actual rule]

Ye'd better.

[She was going to show up anyway]

[And there it goes again. Two and a half years, says the one who looks like she shops at what Hot Topic wants to be when it grows up, and Alison's smiling a little before the skeleton chimes in with something distressing. She purses her lips slightly - in thought, rather than distaste, her eyes are wide and clearly processing - takes another swig and gives the smallest shake of her head, ponytail swinging behind her.]

Sometimes I think we don't really know who we are until we're under stress. If you've been together more than two years through two situations like this, I can't see how you could possibly be better prepared for a life together.

YOU INTEND TO COME EVEN WITH THIS BEING NONSENSE?

[He knows and this is why he likes her so much. It's like having part of the Disc on the ship. She embodies the world so much.]

Won't you be distracted from your work?

Someone's gotta keep an eye on ye. Y'ain't right in the skull.

[Why wouldn't she keep an eye on Death? Perfectly natural, really.]

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