The Yuka & Lumi wedding

[Mr.Fabulous]

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Sender: Leonardo Tigre
Receiver: Yuka and Lumire
Location: Leonardo's Estate; Planet Erie; Pennsylvania; Liberty Systems
Subject: Confirmation and Clarification on Wedding Information and Attendance


The background was, this time, a large bedroom backed by an equally-king-sized white bed, a large round table with a number of chairs, and old-style glass-framed windows draped in white curtains; various formal dresses were being thrown from the right side of the monitor to the opposite side in a hail of clothing; on the viewscreen was Leonardo sitting on the rim of the bed with his seemingly-emotionless face, but on a closer inspection actually had a bit of a grin in it.


"Well now... I am happy to have the Tigre-family accepted into this glorious event... and, uh... as you can see, Mila just can't wait for the First of August to come, and is now bending-over-backwards as to finding the right dress for the wedding ceremony---"


[color=#FF99FF]"Meep!" Mila suddenly pops up on the right side of the viewscreen, holding a pearly-white, short-skirted garment on one hand, and a long, golden-yellow gown with the other; she herself, however, only has pink underwear with white polka-dots on her, "What do you think, brother? Should I get this cute, little white dressy, or should I be all royal-like with this one?" She holds up the two different sets of clothing in front of her.


"MILA!" Leonardo's eyes shot wide-open in surprise, and his voice raises up noticeably as he quickly rasped, "It's forbidden to appear in the transmission in only your undergarments! Step away from the recorder NOW!"


"MEEP!" She quickly hops out of the monitor and disappears from view, "Sorry, brother! Sorrysorrysorry!"


"...Ugh..." The guy rubs his face disappointingly before he continued, "... Please forget what you've just seen... Now then.


"I've forgotten to mention our affiliations and transponder signals, by the way. We're [color=#FFFF33]Freelancers, but you could say we're Zoner-affiliated because I was raised here in Planet Erie; Mila, however, originally hails from Bretonia. We don't have any... violent records, as far as I can tell, nor do we have any outstanding enemies... I have been enlisted into the LN once, but only for a short time. Other than that... yeah, basically I'm a Zoner Freelancer who mostly trades for a living.


"We'd like some further details as to where exactly the wedding, or at least its assembly, will commence; for now, I, Mila, my tradeship-crew and a few members of the Heatshield Family, who are also [color=#FFFF33]Bretonian-affiliated, will arrive there via the ITS-Vagabond II, a BWT squawking Freelancer-IFF-ID-transponders.


"If you desire our gifts, I'll ask Helga to help prepare a few plates of Samson's Fist, and for Mila to make several pitchers of her Family-Cocoa, optionally-served with Libertonian-Marshmallow toppings..." His eyes wander off to the outside of the monitor, "... No, not yet Mila. We'll wait till we get the green light from the honorable couple, okay?" He then looks back straight at the monitor, "... If you have any further questions, you may contact us further."


He clears his throat a bit before finishing, "... This is Leonardo Tigre, signing off."


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