Around the Island; Monday [11/10].

[chef_chocobro]

Flyers weren't really Ignis's style, but invitations...now, those were a far more fitting method of spreading the news about an upcoming party, in his opinion, and more appropriate for the type of party it was, anyway. An invitation (especially a well-made one, expensive, though certainly worth the cost in this instance) was far more personal, could be held, with the weight of the exquisite paper it was printed on, durable and with an almost velvet-like finish, better appreciated. With careful, embossed text, raised just enough that one could follow the graceful shape of the letters by running their fingers over it. Details in sumptuous gold, rich purple, striking black. Even from the envelope, there would surely be no doubt as to what the contents inside might pertain to, but upon opening it, it would be confirmed:

Ignis Scientia
cordially invites you to celebrate
Liliana Vess
for her upcoming birthday
(As if we would even need a reason)

SATURDAY 15 NOVEMBER 2025
at the Mansion in the Woods

Please join us for an afternoon of fine food, wine and company
And an evening of excellent music and dancing

Dress to Impress | Presents Encouraged
555-CHEF for any questions


Hopefully, each invitation would find their way to every intended invitee, which was, of course, everyone.

And, surely, nothing could happen that weekend to throw a wrench in these plans...

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Today's shipment was already in the display window, a truly fascinating pair of leather gloves. Well, okay, one of the gloves was in the window; she was currently studying the other in an attempt to puzzle out the glyphs and runes that had been inscribed into them. She had a basic idea of what they did, but that wasn't anywhere near the same as knowing precisely what each rune did, and how, and why.

Rogue's Gloves
Professional pilferers prefer proper preparation

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[joan_of_bark]

It was a much rejuvenated Pam who opened up Pick Your Poison on that Monday morning, having spent much of Sunday back in Slaughter Swamp. Harley-her-Harley had shown up with gardening supplies, and they'd made good work that day.

It wasn't like she expected Harley to commit to gardening for long. It was Harley. But the day had made her happy.

And now she was back here, setting the shop to rights. Looking at everything on the shelves with new eyes. Around noon, she stole into the garden at last and took her shoes off, putting her feet in the dirt.

There'd been a lot of damage done here, too. She was going to enjoy spending the rest of her day coaxing it all back to life.

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