TIMEWARP: The Happy Side of Crazy

[Jackeroe Connick]

There was nothing in the world that drove him crazy quite like Clarisse. She was so stylish and beautiful, yet not in the least bit vain. She was kind, caring, and best of all she could put up with all his outer craziness as well as soothe all his inner turmoil that he never let anyone else see. She was the sun in his sky, she wind under his wings, and the peanut butter to his jelly- which reminded him, he was rather hungry. Smiling as she squeezed his hand, he pulled her close and thanked his lucky stars that they were together.

Once the group had disbanded though, Jackeroe was out of his seat like a rocket, waiting only for Clarisse to get up before hightailing it over to the bride in hyperactive way that set a bad example for all the surrounding children. He waited until it was his turn on the list of people Ella was talking to before he was assaulted with a shriek of a question and a hug. Not one to be outdone, he returned it tenfold and picked he up. “It’s so AWESOME.” He said, not bothering to answer her question with a yes or a no. the answer was no of course- he really couldn’t believe they were both married. He thought he was going to end up a bachelor his whole life, scaring women off with his hyperactive persona and ever-changing whims. He expected Ella to get married- she was too wonderful not to find someone special.

Once the introductions were over, Jackeroe kissed Clarisse’s cheek again. “I’ll get us something to eat. And I promise, no jelly.” It was a running joke between them- ever since they had gotten married, Jackeroe often complained jokingly that his food pyramid was screwed up and that he wasn’t getting his required five servings of PB&J sandwiches a week. Once he got to the table he started looking around, picking up a plate as well as a can of soda- he didn’t drink, and Ella was smart enough to provide him and the kids with a cooler full of Pepsi products. He was about to make his way back when someone bumped into him, and when he turned around he discovered it to be Mason.

“Oh hey Mason! No need to be sorry.” He gestured that he still had his drink and plate in hand, so there was no need to worry. Blinking, Jackeroe looked over to Clarisse, smiled, and shrugged. “I don’t think so. I mean, she always looks stunning to me.” He gestured to Flo though, smiling. “But Flo looks amazing. When’s she due again?” Jackeroe loved kids; Mason and Flo’s were no exception.

Noting John had been abandoned by his... Whatever she was, Jackeroe raised his soda can and gestured for him to come over. “Have you met John yet, Mason? He’s my best friend.” That was an utter exaggeration- they just worked in the same department and Jackeroe never seemed to leave him alone. At least the two of them had similar teaching policies.

[Clarisse Prideaux]

Clarisse followed her husband dutifully, threading her arm through his to keep herself attached. The reception was already getting hectic, and she didn’t see reason to split from Jackeroe just yet. After all, they shared a good deal of the same friends. Speaking of friends…
It was like they all suddenly popped out of the woodwork. In a flurry of hugging, cheek kissing, and happy handshaking, Clarisse barely had time to greet everyone. Her first priority, of course, was Ella. “The blushing bride~.” She cooed fondly, opening her arms to the woman for a quick hug before Ella threw herself at Jack. Those two had always been close.

“Congratulations darling, and thank you.” She managed over Jackeroe’s ecstatic voice.
Clarisse leaned into his peck and nodded. “Thank you dear.” She said, chuckling at his promise. It wasn’t that she didn’t like jams and jellies. They were lovely! And for lunch. But she also enjoyed other foods. And Jackeroe should too! Lest he turn into some kind of jelly monster or something.

Jostled when Jackeroe was bumped by Mason, Clarisse found herself looking a little winded to her coworker. She swatted at the man playfully when he hinted that she might be pregnant. “Mason!” She chided. “I am nothing of the sort, you silly man.” She admonished, though she giggled slightly at the thought. Bother Connick’s wanted children, and they knew now that it could happen, Clarisse’s abilities notwithstanding. But it just wasn’t right, not yet.

When Jackeroe made a mention of John, Clarisse looked about. She hadn’t even known her british friend was nearby, let alone at the wedding. That was just like him though…sneaking about like a shadow on the wall.

[Ella Tate]

The handshake from John was laughed at before Ella threw her arms around the perpetually stern-faced Englishman's neck, hugging the life out of him. She was just way too happy to care of the consequences of such action. "That's what you get at the beach, John." She giggled before letting the man go and jumping into L.C.'s arms.

"Lyra!" Ella blushed at the compliment before letting her go. She laughed at L.C.'s stab at humor and glared affectionately at John in her own way of asking him to lighten up. After exchanging even more pleasantries with the couple or...whatever they were, Ella hugged them both once more and jumped back into her husband's arms. God it felt good to call Rhys her husband.

She was then attacked by her two little monsters and she squealed. "Oh my God, you guys are so big!" She gushed and hugged the twins before sending them back to their daddy and mommy. "Rhys, I love you but if you dare rush me to have babies, I will cut you." Ella teased Rhys as they made their way through the crowd, accepting and giving hugs as much as possible.

Coming to Jackeroe, Ella laughed at his response to her own squealing. "I'm so glad you two got to come. I forgot how amazingly beautiful you two are as a couple." Ella patted her heated cheeks and let them both go with another peck on their cheeks and a tight hug.

Ella's fingers threaded through Rhys' and she brought him over to the bonfire once more. "Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked, looking up at him with big bright eyes that were filled with pure unadulterated joy.

[Rhys Rockwood]

Rhys followed Ella around without a complaint; it was difficult for him to say anything negative when he was feeling so good. He smiled at each of the people Ella was so happy to see, ignoring the little twinge that even after all these years he still hadn't formed any close friendships like Ella had. He just hadn't taken the time or effort to do it. Not to say he was on a bad terms with anyone, he just wasn't the social type who went to gatherings of coworkers every time they happened.

So he stuck with Ella through the reception with a smile stuck on his face the entire time. His arms would close around her a little every time she bounced back to him after greeting someone...or after the 'little monsters' attacked her. He couldn't help but laugh a little at it; kids were incredibly amusing even when they were equally irritating. When Ella came back and threatened to cut him if he pushed her for kids, he just laughed more and kissed her forehead. "Wouldn't dream of it. Can't blame a guy for wanting a few years of private time with his wife." He smirked at her before they continued on their way to various people.

It was certainly nice seeing so many people who were happy for them. All these people had come to see this, hugs and smiles being spread around rather freely. Beyond a doubt, it was a heart-warming thing to experience. It even became body-warming when Ella pulled him over near the bonfire. When Ella took his hand and asked how he was feeling, he squeezed her hand a little in response. "I'm feeling great, maybe even a little overwhelmed by the sheer amount of joy that's surrounding us. It's wonderful."

[Dr. Sean Neville]

The psychiatrist looked over at his daughter, who was still engrossed, for the most part, in her book; although the promise of food in the post-ceremony reception would rouse her. That was a few minutes off, and thus he queried, Do you want to go say hello to everyone? Or would you rather stay here?

The fact that she didn’t look up from her book told him what he needed to know. He pat her shoulder gently, before he rose from his chair and went over to greet the new bride and groom, as well as the other guests in attendance.

He stood at the edge of the throng of people all waiting to congratulate Rhys and Ella, not from shyness but because he didn’t want to push ahead of the others. But when he saw Rhys and Ella head to the bonfire, he went over to them. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an envelope that simply read “Mazel Tov” in neat black script. He held this in his hand as he came over to them, a smile on his lips. “Josh sends his regards and his apologies for missing this, and I wanted to wish you both congratulations in person.”

With that, he held the envelope out to them, for either one to take. “This is for you both, to let you make your honeymoon a bit more special.” Not that the telepath was against the tradition of giving appliances to couples since it allowed them to set up their new home, but he thought they would appreciate the check in this instance. That way, they could spend it on anything they wanted.