Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

The box was giggling at her.

Liliana glared at the giant delivery box still waiting to be opened. She didn't much approve of giggling in general, even if she randomly fell prey to it herself, but she definitely didn't approve of random deliveries giggling before she'd even opened the damn lid.

"Hello?" she called, tapping on the side of the box.

Another giggle. And then "Ma-ma!"

"Absolutely not," Liliana declared. Her comfort with this entire charade was downgrading rapidly. On the plus side, it sounded like whatever this thing turned out to be, it was an artifact creature, not simply an artifact. While black mana could do practically nothing against pure artifacts, artifact creatures could be killed like any other.

"Ma-ma!" whatever was in the box called again. With another one of those giggles. It was a high-pitched and piercing noise, more like an...an upside down scream? That didn't even make sense, except for how it perfectly did. "Ma-ma!"

Liliana decided that no matter what it was that was in the box, she was just going to hit it with a death spell and call it good. No one could be said she wasn't sometimes even perhaps overly indulgent. The ambush chair that tried to eat her employees. The creepy clockwork creatures she'd let Dean deal with. Even those odd rock-paper-scissors creatures from a few weeks ago had been given the run of the store until nature had taken its course. But there were some things that even she refused to countenance. And she had decided, sight unseen, that whatever was in the box was one of those things she was going to refused.

( And wouldn't you know it, her decision was completely vindicated )

"Eat to Extinction."

One moment the monstrous giggling thing was bringing its leg down to skewer her, the next it was gone, exiled from this plane by her command. Liliana stood, panting, aware that she needed to bind her wounds but far more concerned with one more very important question.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Stark Industries - Monday

[slothbabyproductions]

Whatever project Rey assigned (or that the gremlins hijacked) seemed to have their full attention today, because nobody was running the Starbucks in the Stark Industries lobby.

Correction: Nobody but Kamala was running the Starbucks today.

So, if you walked into Stark Industries looking for anything fancier than a basic coffee, well... let’s just say you might want to adjust your expectations.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was having a quiet day today so when a passing customer told her today was national dessert day she started planning out fun desserts for the evening.

Nothing too fancy, just plain old good desserts.

She might have to do a little shopping after work.

The park- Monday morning

[thatwaslucky]

There was enough wind in the forecast that Rey brought the remotes out to the park today. The weather controls in the warehouse were good, but she was hoping to deal with something a little more real today. And then as she practiced blocking the blaster bolts shooting at her from three flying balls, she was also trying to up the difficulty a little, trying to sense how many ducks were in the park and where, for instance. Dividing her attention without dividing her attention.

Hey, she hadn't been shot yet.

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Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

Letters had been written and stored - to be sent later. The only paperwork that awaited Pam when she went downstairs was all Adrian's hard work: the list of sources and background information on his products that she'd asked for.

He'd put in a lot of work to put it together. She owed it her full attention.

She sat down on the comfy couch wedged at the back of the shop, next to the sheld with the facial creams. The one with a view of the garden.

And poured through the list.

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