2964/Lorna's Biggest Mistake Ever

Lorna's Biggest Mistake Ever
Date of Scene:	25 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Polaris, Rogue

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    The White Plains Courthouse is done up in classic style. Heavy walnut woodwork, marble floors and faux gold lettering labeling directories and rooms. New York required blood work, and that has been done for over a week. The one week license wait has expired. The appointment is set.
    Curiously calm, Kurt if off to one side, waiting the in shadowed corner of the recessed door. He has his blending activated, and while it is not nearly dark enough for him to vanish, if he remains still most eyes will not detect him. The entire point of the exercise is low profile, and Kurts pride is not such that he needs to be strutting and parading. She is here. She looks great, and in a matter of minutes, they are going to be married.
    The only clue that Kurt is even really there is his tail tip tapping on the floor like an annoyed cat. This is not a sign of Kurts annoyance, or even nerves; that is a sign of eagerness and excitement. The sign of nerves is him making sure the wedding ring is in his suit coat pocket. He does that for the third time. Hes intent on a single thing.
    

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan was not smoking a cigar. He was not wearing greasy, dirty jeans or an old worn, white t-shirt. He was not wearing cowboy boots, or a cowboy hat, or drinking beer. He was presentable for a change. Logan had taken the time to trim his sideburns, shave, comb his hair, and even...was that?...put on a touch of cologne.

    His wardrobe was fitting for the special day. Logan had taken the time to grab his tuxedo out of storage. It was a bit...dated, but it would work. His bow time was classic. "Bow ties are cool." Logan had said as he was putting it on. His shoes were classic Italian leather, and looked to be as old as World War II. Looking at them brought back a smile of rememberance for a simpler time.

    THis was a special day, and Logan was there for his best friend. And the other one. Yep, it was probably the worst mistake of her life, and Logan actually sniffs and pushes away a tear with his left index finger. "AH hate weddin's..." was all he said, mumbling to himself.

    "Relax kid." Logan puts his right hand on Kurt's shoulder, trying to calm him. "She's worth it. You, maybe not so much, but she is. S'all good old friend." Logan smiles warmly at his old friend, and says, "Um...where'd ah put that ring thing..." AFter a moment of panic, Logan pulls it out of his lapel, with an old cigar. Putting the cigar back, Logan says, "Fer later..."

Polaris has posed:
As the great Kermit would say-it's not easy being green. Lorna's not bothering blending in. Green hair loose around her shoulders and a long dark blue velvet dress that pools around her feet and plays nicely off the green in her eyes, darkening them some. She smiles at Logan. "Big softie." her voice quiet so she doesn't disturb anyone. She plays with the fluttery sleeves on her dress and looks to Kurt, smile brightening on him a little.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ja. Can you believe it?" Kurt asks, quietly. "She is not even drunk." Kurt quirks Logan a warm smile, as he notes, "Might have been when she said she would marry me though." His smile is warm and his wink is for them both. He pats the older mans hand warmly. "Just save the cigar for a time when Lorna is nicht around?" The Canadian will discover a box of cubans in his room, minus one. That one is in Kurt's pocket. "The kids are going to be messed up enough by their overly permissive father, ja?" His humor shines through. He is very happy.  He gives the lovely Lorna Dane another little wink.
    "Dane. Wagner?" The secretary points her head out of the door. "If you are ready, Judge Essex will marry you now." Magistrate N. Essex is filling in for judge W. Billings on the day. He is an elderly, severe looking fellow. High forehead. Coal black hair with heavy gray gull wings. He has a slightly off putting smile on his face, as if he isnt used to doing the gesture sincerely. There is something off putting, maybe even sinister about him. Maybe its his mouth is a little too big.
    "Lerna Dane and Kurt Wagner?" He says them both wrong.Learna and wag-ner as if its a tail. He settles his gaze on Logan, as if thinking that is the guy. He wrinkles his nose.
    "Lore-nuh. Vog-ner" Kurt corrects the creep. "Und I am he." The judges nose wrinkles more. "Oh." he says, sounding both relieved and a little miffed. "I thought you were here for leash law violation." The magistrate looks Lorna over. He tilts a brow. "Really?" He asks her, and quirks a brow at the blue elf. "Good for you." He decides, shaking his head and actually quirking an almost wry smile. "A little paperwork first. What are we doing with the name, Umm, Miss Dane?" he peers at the woman.

Polaris has posed:
Leash law, that puts Lorna's back up. Realizing she shouldn't pick fights with she judge her jaw flexes as she reigns in that famous temper and raises her chin. "I'll be hyphenating." She announces, hiding behind the voice she uses talking to politicians and the like at her other "job". "The appointment didn't say wedding?" She asks mildly, unable to resist a tiny jab. "We can wait if you brought the wrong paperwork." Leash law indeed.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Long form wedding, Miss Dane? Or short?" Judge Essex inquires with a little snort. Her response seems to satisfy some sort of judge impulse, as he notes and lectures. "Get used to the jokes. It is a tough road you are starting. People are going to tease and taunt you about him. He's probably used to it. You maybe should get used to it too. Most marriages end in divorce." He points a crooked finger at Lorna. "You obviously care." he looks at Rogue at Logan. "You can attest and affirm that this is not coerced or forced?" He holds up a hand. "Standard question." He fends off any words from Lorna. He looks seriously at Kurt. "Is she making you do this? Blink twice if you are being held against you will?" Kurt just sort of stares at the weird, creepy old guy. "Vas?" He asks stupidly.
    Magistrate Essex mutters, "Tough crowd." he Loosens his tie. "Paperwork is in order."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue arrived fashionably late with Doctor Strange at her side. The two of them both moved into the court house and made their way around until they found where Lorna, Kurt and Logan were. Strange would step off to the back and find a seat to observe from afar while Rogue would step up toward the others.

Rogue would've greeted the others with soft smiles and little nods, but otherwise just stood there to the side and observed. The mutant with the brown/white hair was wearing a dark green sweater and a long black dress with black heeled boots only visible as she walked, poking out from beneath the dress and black gloves on her hands that were poking out from the sleeves of the dark green baggy sweater.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna looks back and smiles at Rogue warmly before dead panning at the judge. She raises her chin a little, ready to take the judge on if he's so determined to rib. She reaches out to slide a hand into Kurt's and looks at him, that stony "come at me" expression softening at her well dressed groom. "You're welcome to go for the long form, your honor. We're only doing this once." She smiles at Kurt, as long as she doesn't look at the weird, somewhat off judge she can surely behave herself.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt takes Lorna's hands in his own. He smiles at her, and the judge clears his throat. "Marriage? Marriage is what brings us together, today. I so rarely get to do these." He clears his throat a couple more times. Not getting the smiles he was expecting, he wrinkles his nose and proceeds. "Kurt Wagner, do you take Lorna Dane to be your wife?"
    "I do."
    "Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all other and holding only unto her?"
    "I do."
    The judge looks to Lorna and fidgets with his glasses. "Do you, Lorna Dane, take.. Kurt wagner to be your husband?"

Polaris has posed:
Lorna squeezes Kurt's hands encouragingly and smiles. "I do, of course." She answers and glances at Rogue, Strange and Logan, convinced Logan is full sniffles. Her attention focuses back on Kurt, lifting her shoulders as she smiles brightly at him. It might be the least stressed she's managed to appear.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect him?" He peers at her. "Forsaking all others and holding only unto him?" Magistrate Essex asks.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan stays relatively quiet, watching the festivities with a smile. Nodding to Strange and Rogue, Logan winks, and then turns back to the proceedings. Logan sniffs, frowns, and shrugs, Naw...Essex? Huh.

    Logan wipes another tear from his eye as he sees the wonderful couple, all ready to comitt. It was sweet, and naw, there was something in his eye. Dust, or pollen or something. It was very romantic.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue would keep her eyes straight and let them do their talking since, even if this wasn't presented as a giant spectacle like the 'thing' she'd done a couple months ago, it was still Kurt and Lorna's moment. The southern girl couldn't help but wonder if she and Remy had done this instead, if he'd still be here... but she knew where that thought process would lead so she quickly pushed it aside and looked over to the two and smiled again at them. Logan was given a glance too, she hadn't had any backlash for her part in what happned to his Cabin last week, maybe he didn't even know she'd been the one who technically started it all.

Polaris has posed:
Resisting the urge to make faces at the judge for peering at her, Lorna nods and looks into Kurt's eyes. "I do, always." She tells Kurt, more than creepster Essex. She'll tease Logan about the dust later.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Kurt Wagner."--
    "I know the words." Kurt interrupts. "I, Kurt Wagner, take thee Lorna Dane, to be mein wife. To have und to hold, in sickness und in health, for richer or poorer, and I promise to love you, und only you, so long as we both shall live." He adds, reaching over to Logan. "With this ring, I thee wed?"
    Judge Essex stares at Kurt, and then looks over at Lorna. "I, Lorna Dane, take thee, Kurt Wagner." He prompts.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan peers at Rogue for a moment, his eyes looking her over like a predatory spying his prey. That was when the next stage of the weeding vows were taking place, and Logan turns back to the proceedings, not want to miss this. Yeah, he could smell Rogue all over his cabin. A good "prank" Logan could appreciate...but a man's home. That was somethings else.

    Logan had already ensured that Kurt had the ring, with a touch, and smile. A perfect handoff, like the Raiders winning the Superbowl on a TD at 1st and goal over the Chiefs...and all was good to go. As the couple started on their last vows, Logan grins broadly, and shakes his head. Who would have thought these two would tie the knot? It was...perfect. So far. Ensuring his senses were on high alert, so as to not be interrupted, Logan waits for the other shoe to fall.

    Or was that Cinderella's shoe? Lorna was resplendent, that was for sure. A princess for a day. Kurt, not so much. Logan chuckles, just a touch, as his thoughts bled over into the wedding.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Clearing his throat, Essex finishes up the worst wedding ceremony ever. It's like he's not a real judge or something. "Just as threads woven in opposite directions can form a beautiful tapestry, so can your two lives merge together to form a very beautiful marriage. To make your marriage work will take love.Love should be the core of your marriage, love is the reason you are here. But it also will take trust- to know in your hearts you want the best for each other. It will take dedication- to stay open to one another; to learn and to grow together even when this is not always so easy to do.It will take faith, to be willing to go forward to tomorrow, never really knowing what tomorrow will bring. In addition, it will take commitment, to hold true to the journey, you both now pledge to share together. Kurt and Lorna, in so much as two have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, I now declare you to be Husband and Wife. You may--"
    Kurt grabs Lorna and dips her very low. His tail sliding about her ankle as he kisses her deeply and with great passion.
    The judge sighs. "You may kiss your bride. Congratulations." He just gets up and walks to his chambers. On the other side of the door, safely shut, he has a very disturbing smile.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's green eyes looked over to Logan when she caught him eyeballing her like she was a steak dinner or something and she just shuffled on her leather heeled boots and then offered him a 'smooch' in return with her dark red painted lips, cause well... Rogue's like that.

The long speech from the judge brought back Rogue's attention to him though and she narrowed her eyes at the man... He sounded more like a wedding officiator at a Las Vegas chapel than he did a judge... she thought this whole processd was like, sign a form and get the f*** out.

A glance was givne to Lorna and Kurt again though, then one back over her shoulder at Strange who was sitting there in the backmost seat he could find, just observing.

Polaris has posed:
Chuckling softly, Lorna smiles at Kurt as she says her part and slides his ring, on a chain from her bra-the safest place for them and their vows are completed. She laughs as he dips her, like their first kiss and kisses Kurt warmly. The princess has a happy flush to her cheeks. She looks to Rogue and Logan when they finally straighten. "I'm so glad you were our witnesses." She tells them and keeps a hand on Kurt, relieved if a little paranoid. They all may well be for a while at weddings.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ja?" Kurt has an arm around Lorna's waist. He checks his watch. "There is enough food from Harry's to feed the mansion there already. Also a decoy cake and an extra keg for our little infestation. Wings, und all the things people actually life. Please feel free to come. Rogue. Stephen." He pushes a hand through his hair. The secretary gives Lorna their paperwork. "Other paperwork will arrive next week. Congratulations." She stares at Kurt and his tail for a moment, and looks at Lorna as if jealous. She gives Logan a nice look, winks at him and struts on past to go to the office.

Wolverine has posed:
    Logan watches them finish, and then head out. Shaking his head, his face beams at his friend, proud of him and happy. And a smile for Lorna tops it off. It was a...nice ceremony, and he was glad to have been a small part of it. Cake. Liquor. Cigars, minus one, as Kurt had already helped himself. It was a good night. A night for celebration, applauses, fun, dancing, and, most importantly, drinking!