Infinite Consortium, Monday

[deathsmajesty]

Unlike that first year, today's tinsel rain didn't trigger an existential crisis when it landed in Liliana's hair and she loved that for herself. Today was too good a day to ruin with thoughts of the Mending. Granted, a day would truly have to be wretched to be a worth thoughts of the Mending, but that was neither here nor there. Instead, she was enjoying a relaxing day, flipping through a newspaper she'd gotten from Ravnica over the weekend. Hmmm, much was being made in the Arts and Culture section about a Rakdosian guerilla theater group. Perhaps she could see if Summer was interested in catch a--

"Oh, they're based in the Sixth District?" she asked, lip curling. "Absolutely not." Like those apple-growing yokels could possibly know anything about entertainment.

The paper was going into the trash immediately. If that was how far the standards of journalism had fallen--Wait.

Liliana reached down and fished the paper out, then grabbed a red pen and immediately set to work editing the paper not (just) for grammar and spelling errors, but also logical inconsistencies, various fallacies, and poorly-supported arguments. When she was done savagely grading it, she'd send it back to the newspaper office for them to look over and potentially learn from.

Anything could be turned into a teaching opportunity. This was doubly true if you were petty.

The Magpie Emporium, Monday [22/12]

[giveittoyoursister]

Saffron was in raptures over the sheer amount of tinsel for her to chase and bat about the store as Vi served various customers looking for last minute gifts and tried to steer people away from games that might have resulted in tense situations over the next few days degenerating into fist fights (all the store's copies of Risk had been locked behind the counter since November for exactly this reason).

The usually cheerful Little Bot on the other hand was regularly beeping sadly for Vi to help detangle tinsel from around his wheels.