Ah, yes, that must have been it. It was definitely the handshake all along, and the memory kicks forward again.
“Oh, shit, that sounds way easier,” Helen Altizer kids and elbows Alva in the arm. “Like at least half the steps.”
“I’ll tell Jessica, Hel! She hates when you two talk as much as I do,” Clytemnestra calls out again, little sister always ready to tattle. “And I’m keeping the honeymoon.”
“Is she jealous or is she giving us permission?” Helen asks, just loud enough for her sister to hear in the audience.
“Oh, Nes has never been jealous in her life, she’s definitely giving us permission.” Clytemnestra scribbles a little too hard in her planner while her sister and fiance continue to torment her. “Should we finally do it? Run away? Start a new life together?” Alva cocks his head to look at Helen, smirking like the real asshole he is. “Move to Spain and sell seashells by the seashore?”
“Only if we can pick new names—oh, and you can be Mikey Butter, unassuming heir to the butter fortune.”
While Clytemnestra flips the two of them off from the audience, the space below the chuppah falls away and leaves a blue void: a portal back to Peckenpaugh.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin acquired. You can continue to thread here or leave through the portal back to Peckenpaugh.]
MEMORY: Wedding Bells
“Oh, shit, that sounds way easier,” Helen Altizer kids and elbows Alva in the arm. “Like at least half the steps.”
“I’ll tell Jessica, Hel! She hates when you two talk as much as I do,” Clytemnestra calls out again, little sister always ready to tattle. “And I’m keeping the honeymoon.”
“Is she jealous or is she giving us permission?” Helen asks, just loud enough for her sister to hear in the audience.
“Oh, Nes has never been jealous in her life, she’s definitely giving us permission.” Clytemnestra scribbles a little too hard in her planner while her sister and fiance continue to torment her. “Should we finally do it? Run away? Start a new life together?” Alva cocks his head to look at Helen, smirking like the real asshole he is. “Move to Spain and sell seashells by the seashore?”
“Only if we can pick new names—oh, and you can be Mikey Butter, unassuming heir to the butter fortune.”
While Clytemnestra flips the two of them off from the audience, the space below the chuppah falls away and leaves a blue void: a portal back to Peckenpaugh.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Linchpin acquired. You can continue to thread here or leave through the portal back to Peckenpaugh.]