The first thing Ryou and Kaoru's wedding guests will notice as they walk into the appointed area is that it's been rather suddenly transformed. No longer a clinically clean and appallingly-lit lobby, it's become a large, sun-sprinkled valley, walled by trees, wire frames with rosebushes of all colors twined about their supports forming a makeshift aisle down to the smaller area where a tall, timeworn tree stump sits with a book on it, clearly meant to serve as the altar. Behind this makeshift altar stands Lily Forscythe (someday_divine), dressed in the ceremonial shrine maiden's clothing she often wears as a devotee of the Holy Light, her hands at the pages of the open book.

On either side of the rose aisle, there are chairs of vines and flowers arranged for the guests, who - as they step into the area - are quietly and politely asked by cheerful-faced Keyaki (chiisana_tsuki) to sign the guestbook and make their way in to be seated. And one by one, they sign, and walk inside--

First is Zelkova (moon_flicker), draped in formal white kimono, his eyes wide with excited wonder.
Second is Dante (dontcallmedad), wearing a satisfied smile and an outfit that looks like he borrowed it from Vergil.
Third is Silabus' player, Yuuichi (polite_blade), his hair tamed to only a semblance of its normal unruly self, a dark suit with an off-white shirt flattering his slender form.
Fourth is Magus (onemorephase), resplendent in dazzling white and patiently pushing a sulky Skeith (arrogantepitaph) ahead of him, the latter still twelve years old and wearing an ill-fitting suit of sorts, clutching the ring box in his hands.
Fifth is Zack (the_fair_game), trying his hardest to look like he belongs in the formal attire he's been shoved into and looking awed.
Sixth is T'laren (tlaren), wearing the dark formalwear familiar to males of his world.

Behind them come various other guests, the majority from Ryou and Kaoru's world, all of them dressed to the nines - some look nervous, some excited, and one pretty girl in particular is already sobbing into a lacy handkerchief. (That would be Atoli's player.)

The instant everyone is inside and seated, arranged in neat rows, music begins to play, and all eyes turn to the doors of the makeshift chapel as they creak open, admitting the nervous-looking couple to start their way down the aisle...