Brakelatabasaasta + Jenny Govvy WEDDING TIME!

[Malaclypse 666]

As the processional music ended, a hush fell over the assembled guests. Everything seemed in readiness.

"Fellow Sirians, Discordians, and friends of the Bride and Groom. We are gathered here today, in the presence of Eris, and other assorted Gods and Goddesses as your consciences dictate, to join these two young people in the time-honored, if rather dated, institution of Wedlock.

"I would like to say..."

The Episkopos' words trailed off, and a slight frown creased his features. Something was just not right. He was separated from the Bride and Groom by his podium, and by the fishy pond which sat between him and the couple.. a distance of a good ten feet.

Mal stepped from behind the podium. He hitched a good two feet of his Ceremonial robe up, and tucked the excess into the Robe's belt. He then bent over and pressed the magnetic catches on his Baffinstock sandals, and tossed them aside.

The crowd watched in wonder as Mal then stepped off the podium, and deliberately stepped into the low plastic wading pool. Rubber duckies bobbed about from the small waves caused by his entry. He looked at the bride and groom.

"Ahh, that's much better! Jenny and Brakky, would you join me, please?"

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