[Filtered to Everyone, except angry magic types named Moriarty]

Friends, countrymen, lend me your ears! Or... other listening appendages. ... Most of you have ears.

I, and my family, humbly invite you to attend the wedding of myself to Princess T'Pol of the Elvish Kingdom. The ceremony will be hosted at the edge of the forest, and there will be plenty of dancing and making merry well into the evening.

And, as many of you know, my mother happens to be one of the best cooks in the kingdom, so if anyone has any last minute requests or questions about the menu, I'd be happy to relay them to her.


[ooc: There will be a big open wedding log posted shortly by Ari. Legit everyone - EXCEPT THAT DOUCHE MORIARTY - is invited, because the Tuckers are eccentric and fun like that. However, actual fucking shit up is reserved for Moriarty, so basically else should be on good behavior.]

[So, for the most part, Trip's been kind of enjoying himself in this port, apart from his misadventure with the stove last night that had ended with him surrendering to his wife and kids so they could get take out. The stove still hadn't been put back together.

Still, apparently he's a stay at home dad who does some repair work in his free time - you know, when he's not shuttling the kids around in his hideous symbol of surubia: this glorious minivan. Right now, he's in the garage showing it off to all you Bargelings, and by showing off, he's decided he hates it. Why does T'Pol (or Polly, more accurately) get to have a fun sporty car and he's stuck driving this thing around?

Oh, and he's got another hideous Hawaiian shirt. Beware Barge, he's got a whole closet of these.]

I have no idea how you twenty first century folks put up with stuff like this. It's not fuel efficient at all, handles like a garbage scow, and from the look of the inside, we've had it since the last ice age. I've never seen so much junk in one car before, and I was a pretty messy college kid when I got my first one.

I mean, I don't mind cartin' you kids around to soccer practice or whatever for a coupla days, but not in this.

I'm almost tempted ta try and make a coupla improvements for these people before we leave, if that's not gonna totally destroy the fabric of reality or whatever. Anyone wanna try ta talk me out of it? [He's... mostly kidding.]

[ooc: Kids, wife, neighbors, or friends and well wishers (or really whoever) are more then welcome to drop by for spam.]