About twenty minutes after the limo disappeared the last time, it reappeared once again. And this time, the door actually opened.
Wes was the first to appear, looking slightly ruffled with the top three buttons undone on his shirt, his jacket slightly ascue, and his hair rather mussed. However, he also looked extremely happy to be there. Or at least, he looked extrememly happy.
After making sure that a set of hair clippers was firmly tucked into his back pocket, Wes straightened himself up a bit, and looked around to see who else had arrived.
Stephen would rather have talked to FannyFae, but she would likely frighten Hannah, or worse, offend her. This newly arrived man looks fairly harmless, so he gently guides Hannah over and extends his free arm. "Good day, sir. I am Dr. Stephen Maturin, and this is Miss Hannah Abbott."
Wes noted that the guy talked a lot like Darius, or maybe Korda, so figured he was one of those old fashioned types. So he smiled and shook his hand, then nodded to the young lady at his side. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm Wes Janson."
Hannah looks at his hair and is reminded of Alfred. This nearly makes her depressed, but then she notices his buttons undone and giggles.
"Hannah!" Stephen says to her, and she quickly quiets herself. "I apologize, sir. Miss Abbott is a little nervous."
Wes glanced down at the buttons and grinned as he reached up to fasten two of them. He left the third undone cause it made him uncomfortable. "Don't worry about it. My bad for not taking care of them before I left the car. I was a bit distracted at the time."
"Really? Are you used to riding in automobiles? I am not, but then, I did not get here in one."
"Well, I've gotten used to them over the past couple of years. I'm more used to hovercars and starfighters myself." Wes looked at him, curious. "What are you used too?"
"Hovercrafts? Starfighters?" Stephen repeats. He met a certain gentleman once from nearly 600 years in the future who might have mentioned something like the latter. "I think you must live many centuries after me, sir. I have travelled a bit in carriages an extensively in sailing ships."
Wes grinned. "I actually live several galaxies away from you, but whatever. Sailing ships huh? I haven't had the chance to go out on the water since I've been here. I might have to give it a try one of these days."
Hannah giggles again and says, "He's not used to brooms!"
Wes blinked. "Brooms?"
For a moment, Hannah wonders if she's accidently spilled the existance of magic to a Muggle. But then again, if they had to worry about that, then she couldn't have taken the Tinderblast here in the first place.
"Yeah!" she said. "And I mean, I'm no ace, but I flew him here! That's my Tinderblast over there, look!" And she points to where she'd placed the broom in its own parking spot.
Wes looked at the broom and then got a rether bemused look on his face. "You mean people actually fly those things for real? I thought that was just in those cartoons with the talking rabbit."
"Cartoon with the talking rabbit?" Hannah's not sure what he's talking about. Must be an example of the Muggles getting it wrong again.
"Yeah, that's what I thought too when I saw it. Some gray bunny that's always calling everyone Doc. Funny though, although I like the duck better."
This sounds vaguely familiar, but Hannah can't quite remember it, even so. "Well, whatever it was, animals don't fly brooms."
Wes nodded. "That I can believe, cause according to everything I've seen, only witches do that sort of thing. Which means of course that you must be a witch."
"Well, yes, I am." And this man obviously wasn't a wizard. But he seemed to be remarkably calm about all this. She didn't quite get it.
Wes just grinned. "I'm an alien. Pleased to meet you." It's easy to be calm about that sort of thing when you know people who can move things with their mind and use lightsabres on a regular basis.
Classifying him as an alien seems to have settled Hannah's mind, Stephen observed. "You look remarkably human for an alien. The other alien gentlemen whom I met seemed largely reptilian in nature."
Wes' grin turned wry. "Yeah well, Terrans seem to like to label people a lot, and technically since I'm not from this planet, then I'm an alien. However, I'm also very much human."
Confused again, Hannah asks, "So they don't fly brooms on your planet?"
Wes shook his head. "No, we fly hovercars, landspeeders, and starfighters."
Atia arrives, dressed to the nines and playfully scowls at Dionysos for being nearly bare ass.
Phoebe is at her side hovering about. Hey, if aliens and whatnot can come as is, what's a flying baby or two?
Rather bemused by the change in her daughter's appearance since he first met them at FannyFae's wedding, but glad to see a familiar face, Stephen comes over. "Miss Atia. Very pleased to see you again. This is my headmate, Miss Hannah Abbott."
It looks to Hannah as if the woman's baby has had a transfiguration accident. She remains silent while trying to figure out how to point this out.
"hello again, Dr. Maturin, it is a pleasure to see you. My apologies for the shock but showing off the wings just didn't seem the right thing to do at a wedding reception," Atia smiled and reached out to shake his hand and then looks to his friend.
"Who are you?" Phoebe blurts out, looking over to the lady with the nice doctor man.
Very startled, Hannah looks down at the girl, and up at her mother. "So the wings are supposed to be there?" she ends up blurting out before she can stop herself.
Greatly distressed by his companions rudeness, Stephen narrowly refrains from slapping her hand.
"Of course, don't be silly!"
"Phoebe!" Atia rolled her eyes at her daughter's rudeness and hugged her daughter close then released.
"Sorry about that."
"Yes, sorry." Phoebe giggled.
"I'm sorry, too," said Hannah, directly to the girl, who seems really intelligent. "it's just that every time I've seen a human with wings, it's been due to a spell gone wrong."
"I've never seen such a thing at all," Stephen adds. "She has much more experience with magic than me."
"It is all right, the both of you couldn't have known. And really, minus the wings, Phoebe is just like any other child, worked up on sugar because it is a big evening."
Phoebe looked up again at the mention of her name. "Mommy says I am an erote!"
"A very pretty word indeed, but what does it mean?" It is quickly clear to Stephen that Hannah does not recognize it, nor did he expect her to.
"Comparable to a cherub. One of Aphrodite's helpers...only Phoebe isn't a child of Aphrodite or Cupid," Atia added to be helpful.
Before Hannah can ask more questions, Stephen comments, "She is very intelligent, I see."
"Thank you, Dr. Maturin. And Hannah, a pleasure to meet you." Atia smiled just as Phoebe yawned a little. Her sugar high was coming to a close.
"Very happy to meet you too, and your daughter."
Winner for Most Sexually Vanilla Muse
Stephen cannot help but turn to Hannah and comment to her, "If more people had known who you were, my dear, I imagine you would have won this one."
"Well, what's wrong with that?" Hannah demands.
Stephen has learnt better than to to get Hannah riled up, and so replies, "Nothing, of course," but privately wonders if in ten years time she will end up like Sophie Williams, which is not entirely a bad thing, but might very well cause her, not to mention any husband she might take, considerable problems.
Elmo and Barney appear as presenters, but run afoul of the electronic equipment and are incapacitated. Cookie Monsters comes on as their replacement.
Hannah didn't recognize either of the other two characters, but on seeing Cookie Monster she bursts into applause.
"Hannah," asks a confused Stephen, "you know this gentleman?"
"I, uh, kind of grew up with him." She decides not to worry that he's not supposed to be real. After all, Dumbledore was supposed to be dead, and he's not.
Emma Frost wins for Biggest Bitch.
Hannah perks up, intrigued.
Emma kisses Scott once more before getting up and walking to the podium. She honestly had not expected this award, considering the fact that she was really and truly "reformed". Her friends knew better, and... oh, what the hell was she thinking? Of course she deserved it.
"Thank you, dears. I feel especially honored considering the four other bitches in this category," she smirks. "And, since I've already sent you a lovely mental image once tonight, I'll simply be the bitch I am and send you all a horrid one of Denny Crane's nipples instead." She blows them all a kiss before sitting down.
Stephen isn't sure he at all likes this strange woman whom Hannah seems somehow acquainted with(though her growing up with Mr. Monster indicates her circle of friends was wider than he initially believed). He makes a mental note to seek out Mr. Crane; he seems very possibly in need of physic.
Win for Best Sex Scene
Instead of a blue-haired former goddess, one blonde-haired human girl takes the stand, instead, and taps on the microphone to get the crowd's attention.
"Hi, hello! I'm Rose. I didn't actually win this award, because my writer has sadly neglected to let me have the kind of fun that would lead to being nominated. However, I do share brainspace with the violent blue lady, and since she was taking too long to compose what she assumed was the perfect speech for this -- which, trust me, you don't want to hear -- her writer decided to send me out to sum things up."
Rose clears her throat, and beams brightly at the audience.
"First, she'd like to thank our writer for finally giving in and writing smut. I can only appeal to our writer that when the time comes I get the same treatment. Second, she'd like to thank Wesley for being a really good shag, because you just can't win this award by yourself -- well, you can if you had a clone, I suppose, and she's self-centered enough that she probably would if--"
Rose is, lamentably, interrupted when the aforementioned violent blue lady shoves her rudely off the stage.
Hannah's disappointment in Scott and Emma losing vanishes in the face of this speech sending an idea to her head. She turns to her much older headmate and says, "Do you think, next year, me, and well, Alfred I hope, our mun...?"
Privately Stephen wonders if that is possible, when their mun won't even let him speak openly for the most part, about a certain section of his sexual activities, but says only, "She may well. Of course you could not do what these nominees here did, but she might let you talk."
Wes Janson and Aidan Hart win for Outstanding Relationship Roleplayers.
It's strange, after all the other awards, to be able cheer for two of the pairs of nominees, especially when she hadn't even realized that the guy she'd met was gay. But never mind. "Oh, I'm glad they won!" she comments to Stephen, quietly enough for noone else to hear. "Too bad we never met Mr. Hart though."
"Yes," Stephen answers vaguely. He is not sure how he would have reacted had she shown any disgust, but he'd gotten the impression already that wizards were not bothered by such things. Overall, his thoughts tend more towards the wistful, towards how such a marriage would never have even been contemplated in his own original time and place. Will those two men ever realize how lucky they are? He feels a pang very deep in his heart.
October 2006-July 2007