Chapter #4https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCPs8bZ-KhE by: Unknown "For the next week or so, y'all're gonna be on weddin' duty."
"Wedding duty?" I repeated curiously, pulling up a seat and sitting down.
"Y'all know who Melanie Grove is, right?" She asked. I did. How couldn't anybody who's ever turned on a radio? "She'd went 'n gotten engaged a month ago, and she's want'n both the ceremony and honeymoon right here, so y'all're gonna be adding 'wedding planner' to your resume."
"Wedding planner?" I sputtered, shooting up again. "B-But I don't know ho-!"
"All freedoms signed away!" She rumbled warningly. "Y'all signed yourself to this words with your own blood, didn't you? Ah've still got that conversation on tape, ya know!"
"Well, yes, but I really don-"
"Exactly." She gritted, cutting me off. "And since you agree, y'all're gonna be down at the lobby when they arrive in two hours, with a tour and bottle of champagne ready for 'em. Holmes out!"
"No no no, wait!"
"Holmes. Out." She growled one last time, and the phone was hung up.
.....
"...a wedding." I muttered, my back at all the security cameras, guests, and anthros at the front desk that could've seen my scowling. "The hell kind of place for a holy union is this?"
I'd force myself back up into a smile, though, any time the revolving doors to the train station would begin turning, before whatever guest was coming in could be able to see me sulking. The cold air and snowfall would always whip through my coat as they came in, constantly intruding on the warm, compassionate air that greeted anyone entering from the blizzard.
I still couldn't believe it. Sure, I may have known how to set tables in ten different countries, put up floral arrangements, and maybe perform a few magic tricks here and there when a gala was being held, but why the hell would Miss Holmes vote me as the one to set up a billionaire's wedding? All I could think of was having to live through one of those terrifying brides-from-hell reality shows, where the brides-to-be thought that everything could apparently get thrown in jeopardy by their dresses being a little too high on the ankle, the steeple not having a nice view of the sea, or even just a mint tray being too many inches to the right.
...and here, the Gaia 2.0 edition was coming. Set in a world where you could get sat on for not being totally familiar with some British sitcom filmed twenty years ago.
The door opened again, and I plastered on that grin, and I kept it on my face as I saw the next guest lumbering their way in, and went over to see them.
I easily recognized the mass of white that popped free of the revolving door by the vibrant splashes of blue from her hair, eyes, and the tips of her wing's feathers as they were freed up, her face going wide with awe as she was struck by the sight of the lobby's vastness and gold-plated lore all at once, looking every way between tall, arching ceiling, the fountain and garden trickling loudly in the center of the chamber, the large walkways looming over with balconies accented with shimmering brass. I hurried up as she continued absorbing her first taste of the Gaian experience, not wanting her to look down before she realized nobody was there for her.
"...and you would be Miss Grove, I assume?" I asked as I raised up the chilled champagne bottle, despite that she was clearly shivering while clad in an overly fluffy white coat.
She unzipped the jacket, pulling it off and holding it out by the collar for a unicorn assistant at her side to take. On the surface, she looked just about exactly the same as she did when she was onstage; a lot of guests usually had this vague difference between how they looked in front of the camera or an audience, thanks to makeup or digital retouching, but Melanie had an almost flawless resemblance between her as a singer and her as a guest, almost uncannily so. She was guarded in front by a truly titanic belly that hung off of her with all the weight of a gigantic wrecking ball, one that somehow wobbled about with every slight movement she made, but her overfed body still seemed very well-groomed and properly dressed, with little rolls or cellulite left to sag her airy roundness. For an outfit, she was dressed up in a white blazer that could only remain intact by a single button keeping it held around a black undershirt and a truly colossal pair of breasts, squeezing her cleavage up towards the chin of her snout, and had a white skirt more or less bandaged around the belt of a pair of tights made from enough lengths of nylon to carpet a whole living room twice, and yet they were still tight around the joints of her mammoth-sized legs, with wrinkles of strain formed around the crack of her rump.
"Hm?" Her head pointed my way, having heard me approach her. She slowly lowered her great big butt onto the floor, craning onto her side so she could get a look at me, and seemed rather pleased by the sight. "Oh, they have humans working here! How adorable!"
It may have been demeaning for her to hear that, but somehow, the way she said it seemed to warm my heart a little, almost easing away some of the nerves I'd had before. Just her speaking voice alone had this ringing, lustrous quality to it, let alone her ability to sing, and I couldn't help but smile up at her with a fair deal of honesty. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Grove, my name is Gregory Wilmont. I trust you've enjoyed your train ride?"
"Oh, it was wonderful!" She gushed, rising back up. "...and if the train ride here was such a thrill, I can't possibly imagine how much better it could get!"
"Well, you're the next of many before to say that!" I added slyly. "And I can guarantee, all of their expectations have been more than shattered!"
"Oh!!!" She squealed, and I'll admit, I came pretty damn close to doing the same as I watched her hold her blubbery cheeks in utter excitement, smiling with the sheer glee you'd only see on a child. I'll admit, I was actually getting to like her! "I just can't believe it! I'm getting married, I get to stay at Gaia 2.0, this'll be the greatest three weeks of my life!"
"And I guarantee, I'll do everything in my power to see that through!" I nodded. "Would you like to see your room?"
Melanie eagerly agreed, hoisting up most of her bags herself. As she followed me down to the front desk, five-so more assistants came in through the doors who had all her bags gathered up on a bag rack, and they were tailed by another figure. They were fairly wide, not nearly as big or expensively dressed as Melanie, but as they eagerly bustled over to the two of us with a sandwich in hand, I had a feeling that I knew them as... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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