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Anything But White Party - Stark Industries, Friday Night

The ballroom was once again set up for guests at Stark Industries, this time with a decidedly colorful theme for it. Where the color white could reasonably be avoided it was avoided: from the decorations to the lighting, to the food and drinks provided for the guests.

Because no one enjoyed a nice theme more than Tony Stark.

Steve strode across the ballroom and stared up at the new Chihuly chandelier installed over the dance floor. "When I suggested we switch out the art, I meant the kids' paintings," he said, pointing to the new, very colorful, pictures that had been blown up from construction paper size to 5 foot tall show-stoppers. "I still think the pictures of Princess Thor riding on the unicorn wins, though."

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"What? Oh. Sometimes. People tend not to notice." Mostly because it was hardly the weirdest they'd seen in Arkham. Or likely in Fandom.

Or maybe Arthur just didn't notice they'd noticed.

Por que no los dos?

"But you can talk to him silently," she noted. For a moment, she almost wished that Jace were here, and that was a sentence she never expected to think. She pushed it - and the pang that accompanied it - away in favor of focusing on the puzzle before her. "So how did you two meet, anyway. Feel free to include John's commentary, so he doesn't feel left out of the conversation."

"I...no, he can't hear me unless I talk. We don't share a mind."

Well, not mostly.

"Well, no, but in general..."

Quite right.

Arthur nodded. "And he was trapped in a book. I freed him."

You were the first person stupid enough to read it, yes.

Arthur sighed. "Yes, John, I'm aware. Are you complaining?"

No.

"Thank you."

"That was a very interesting half-conversation to attempt to follow," Liliana said, filing away the actual use pieces of information he'd shared. "However did you get trapped in a book, John?"

Don't say too much, Arthur!

"Right, I'll leave it to you."

Okay. Good.

"...Well?"

Hm. It's safe to say I was trapped in the Dark World. The book was my connection.

"He was trapped in the Dark World; the book was just his connection to our world. Like a...a gate. Or maybe a key. Reading it released him."

"What is 'the Dark World'?" Lili had to ask.

Was everybody getting worlds of eternal nights but her???!?

"Sort of the detritus of all the realms, as he describes it," Arthur answered, figuring this was safe enough. "The place where everyone and everything dead ends up."

Not necessarily night, just icky.

On no, but that sounded even better. A nexus? But for the dead?!?! Did either of you know what Liliana could do with that place?

REMEMBER THAT WHOLE THING ABOUT GODHOOD TWO PINGS AGO? ~~Pepperidge Farm~~ LILIANA VESS REMEMBERS.

"Everyone and everything?" she asked. "Now that is fascinating."

"It frankly sounds more traumatic than fascinating," Arthur argued. Look, if it could terrify a piece of the King in Yellow, it wasn't a place you wanted to be. "At any rate, neither of us is looking to end up there again any time soon."

Speak for yourself, okay? The Queen in Purple thought it sounded baller.

...Though the narrative would concede that she would go mad if she were trapped only with the dead and would probably end up going full Gisa Cecani, which is a hilarious joke if you're a Magic nerd.

"Well, if such a time ever comes when you find yourself needing to go back, do let me know if I can lend a hand, hmm? I am a necromancer, so the dead are something of my specialty."

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"Yes...well..." Arthur couldn't see, and John couldn't move his face, but together they were managing to do a very passable side-eye. "Much as I appreciate the offer, I am really hoping not to die any time soon."

"Quite," Liliana said. "There's a reason I had to reclaim my immortality. Death is a thing that happens to other people."

You know. Lesser ones.

"I...if you say so, I suppose."

Immortality is overrated, John said fondly.

Arthur smiled. "Thank you, John." He wasn't interpreting that for Liliana; that one was just for him.

Yeah, Liliana had spent a hundred and forty years beautiful, young, and immortal and sixty years feeling herself age, wither, and come close to death. Guess which one she'd liked least?

"I do," Liliana said, eyebrow up at that little exchange that wasn't for her to hear, apparently. "I'm not saying most things shouldn't die." That would suck for her as a necromancer. "I'm simply saying that it's not for me."

And eliding over the face that she was immortal in the 'unaging and undying' sense, not the 'unkillable' sense.

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