2020-10-09 - The Pink One

This was supposed to be a quick search to see whether an actual marriage license was on file for the couple in regards to this thing that Byron's heard about. Something about an Elvis wedding? Having his suspicions on what may have brought about these rumors but wanting to learn just how valid his and Lilith's union was, the pair pay City Hall a visit. How hard would it to be just to see whether the city clerk had any record about any of this.

Dressed in full business attire, donning a dark suit, the businessman looks at the filled chairs with just a hint of annoyance in his eyes. Dryly, he murmurs to Lilith, "Nothing done in this town is every easy." Straightening his posture, he adds on, "If we do find out that we're actually married, does this mean that I won't need to schedule another wedding in the future?" It's a deadpan tease, because who wants to be known for throwing an Elvis wedding!

"Do you really want to antagonize me right now when we might actually be legally married on paper without a pre-nup? Maybe I really will kill you for taking the chance to wear a wedding dress away from me." Lilith speaks aside to Byron with her own deadpan return and her face somewhat screwed by agitated impatience the second she sees through the door's window into the waiting room for record retrieval.

Her hand comes over to his back, though, as they prepare to walk in the door and wait, "I swear, there should be pictures of this event, if they want it believable. But that's just me wanting to see you dressed like Elvis, knowing it's damn well never going to happen. I certainly would not want to see myself dressed as Elvis bride, though, so maybe it's just not worth the wishing."

Dressed in a pair of high-waisted belted and form-tailored navy slacks with heels, Lilith pulls her light and smoky sweater cardigan tighter around her tucked white blouse, "At least you always have work and your phone to entertain you during downtime. And this looks like downtime. Let's go look impatient and huffy, I guess."

"So is this how one Revisionist story leads to the other?" Thorne says with an arched brow with a light bit of humor in his tone. "And don't worry, you'll have a proper princess wedding."

Once the door to the Vital Records room swings open, Byron blinks when he catches the familiarity of the interior. "I should've known." Yes, he should've. This is often where they go to find information. "Just expected to do more work in the real w--" He doesn't even finish that sentence. "I don't know why I expected that." The man in the suit has been here often enough that he doesn't dare touch anything as he wanders on in expecting... oh there it is. The Archivist's familiar molasses slow voice.

Taking a semi-casual stance, one hand tucked into his pocket, he nods over at the pink blob, "Archivist. Long time no see." He then nods over at the monocle, "An interesting dapper thing you've got going on there. Anyway, it seems I don't need to make introductions for my fiancée, Lilith. We're here to see whether this marriage, that I believe the Revisionist wrote about, whether it has any legal weight in our world." He almost adds 'if that makes sense', but none of this makes sense.

"Son of a biscuit..." Lilith sputters out with surprise once they walk into an unexpected Merlinesque office space, looking up and aside at Byron in a hurry. But he seems to know where they are, so she laces hands to follow him in with a long look around at all of the records and books and general expanse. Then they're greeted and the woman has to blink a few times fast while drawing up with halt motion of wariness and general revulsion. She's only seen the Archivist from a distance in a crowd during an FCN arena event on this side of reality, seeing them up close and personal is something else entirely.

That said, she keeps her expression a poised train of wary neutral somehow, despite the inner 'oh shit' reaction. In fact, she's perfectly cordial when she speaks, but she's too cordial, "Why, hello. Nice to meet you up close and personal, I've heard so much." Mmhm, heard plenty even though Byron will eyeroll the whole thing when mentioned, this 'crush' that seems to exist by the way others tell it. She's also picking up that lady-to-lady(?) tone in company's voice. It sets her obsessive nature over Byron into bulldog mode and even though she's speaking polite and still, her eyes do the BITCHIEST up and down sweep over the Archivist as if sizing up the competition.

The strange polite way in which Lilith speaks gets a little look from Byron. Not that the woman can't be polite, but here she sounded so much like a socialite greeting a stranger before inviting them in for a spout of tea or something. Attention back on the Archivist, he utters a short 'ahh' when the pink one brings up whatever animosity there may be between to the two -ists. "I can see that. Here, you have an archive of information. The Revisionist has a tendency to change some of that." A quick look is given the room, "Is it an instantaneous change when one is made? Or does it go through an entire bureaucratic process?"

"No? I really would rather not be in the middle of you two trying to stick it to each other, but I can see where it'd be annoying with..." Lilith flits her hand briefly at the collection of books and records, though she never quite takes her eyes off of the Archivist. Naturally, since she's convinced everything on this side of the world wants to fight, she's waiting for a fight. Granted, she's kind of like that anyway given a few personal factors and amplifying circumstances. She's certainly not going to quite pick a fight here on the Archivist's turf, that went kind of wrong with the Vivisectionist's place. Or right, who knows.

Instinctively, she slides her arm around Byron's back and rubs dotingly at the center. It's a small gesture, but she might as well be marking territory with that frown coming over the monocle'd being.

At some point, Byron's stopped jabbering about things and just watches as the Archivist mumbles his drawn out words. Feeling Lilith's presence so close at his side, he looks down at her before reaching to wrap an arm around her back. The Archivist is around the fourth 'Processes' at this time. The man in the suit had a mind to interrupt and ask if everything was okay, but he knew better. This whole proooooooceeeeeeeeeeees might take longer if it were interrupted.

Then the slimy creature comes to and starts to talk again. "The wedding dress? I think she wrote that it was an Elvis wed--" Then he stops. "You mean Great Grand Aunts," He skips over several Greats right there, "wedding dress? I... I have it, but not with me right now."

"... um, Byron? I think it's stuck." Lilith says after standing and shifting a little uncomfortably and impatiently on her heels, voice a hush over into his sleeve with turn of face to speak under the slow drone of the Archivist's... thinking noise? Suddenly, though, there's action after all that waiting and Lilith says, "Oh wait, no, there it goes." Of course, when the wedding dress is mentioned and asked for, she looks damn confused and it finally breaks her stare of veiled possessive stankface while standing arms around each other with Byron. Blinking a few times fast, she looks quickly between the pair.

Then, slowly (not as slow as other beings) she wonders, "Uhhh. I'm confused, so bear with me. You want the antique family wedding dress? In exchange for what? And why do you want it, what's special about it or weird? Does it have ghosts attached to it? Or..." Suddenly, Lilith squints at the Archivist, "Do you want to wear it?"

Claire Addington's wedding dress held very little meaning for Byron, besides it possibly being the only thing left of Thorne family history aside from that god forsaken Victorian on Oak. In fact, he didn't even know that the dress even existed until Hyacinth stole it from the Addington House attic or wherever she found it. And he didn't even realize that he had blood relations to one branch of the Addington family if not for Alexander's snooping. However, he experienced one moment in the life of Claire Thorne when she wore that dress right before that wedding. Then she became an Addington herself.

"I'm just here to check to see whether Lilith and I are legally married due to the revision. If we are, we can always hold other wedding parties." Though he doubts as many people will show up to their second wedding unless it were held a great deal after this one. Though, he turns to Lilith now. While their marriage would be important to him, Byron knows that he would want it to be a magical and special day for Lilith. "Unless you have something specific in mind."

"Not... really. I had reserves about trying on that dress in case there were ghosts in it, now I'm just convinced there's ghosts in it..." Lilith says to Byron a bit slowly while plucking at the pretty pendant on her necklace, eyeing the Archivist a bit warily now. She seems to be trying to work out the names and order of them for a moment after they're said, stealing an uncertain glance upward at Byron suddenly. Then she looks back at the Pink Thing with a bit of a chew at her bottom lip, trying to figure out if she was just snubbed. It's really kind of hard to tell when something doesn't have the proper kind of face.

After a long moment (because honestly, pauses seem contagious) Lilith finally tells Byron, "It's just paperwork, right? If this is how we get it, and you think it's uh... kosher or friendly or whatever..." She still doesn't sound one hundred percent, but then she concludes pretty solidly, "Can have whatever wedding we want, whenever we want after."

Byron doesn't say anything when Lilith mentions a ghost in his great grand aunt's wedding dress. What he will do is nod slowly a few times to let her know that he heard. Hyacinth might be pissed at him if he's not keeping it and if he's just giving it away to... the man in the suit studies the pink blob with too dark eyes. "We'll get back to you on that. What we'll need to consider is how we want this all to play out." He means the wedding.

Looking as if he's about to spin Lilith around and start heading to the door, he just has to ask, "What happens to the dress once it's relinquished? What happens to anything? They just go to the Collector or get sorted in some way?" Yes, he knows that these are far more questions than the Archivist is probably willing to answer. In a timely manner too. "Once we've decided, we'll let you know." By either showing up again or otherwise! He's about to head out, when he pauses yet again, "Uh.. thanks."

He then asides to Lilith, "The last thing that I want happening is for my great grand aunt to be upset at me for giving..." He looks over his shoulder at the Archivist, before facing forward again on their way out, "Her wedding dress. Then again, she might not even care."

Lilith seems to get a bit uncomfortable the more the Archivist starts to get stuck on the word paperwork. As each slow drone of the repeated word happens, she looks all around, then at Byron like she's afraid she set it off in a loop. Do things explode when you set them into some trigger loop? Who knows, she's wary of everything on this side, she's definitely not one of those open-a-door-and-take-things-home trouncers. The woman at least looks less standoffish versions of polite when that discomfort hits and when Byron turns to leave, she doesn't seem to have more questions that might be useful...

She does seem curious, though, when he pauses to ask about the Collector. But she doesn't add to it, she just asides back when the man takes the cue to leave, "... I think it seriously just wants to wear it."