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Infinite Consortium, Monday

It was difficult dragging herself to work after a lovely week off, but Liliana eventually did it, albeit with ill-grace. Her temper was not improved by seeing that Dean had left her something to deal with...what, two Tuesdays ago now?

Well, at least it was an artifact, even if she had no idea what kind, so being abandoned for two weeks wasn't going to hurt the thing any.

Then Liliana opened the box and wished that being abandoned for two weeks had hurt the thing. "I hate you, Dean," she sighed. It didn't matter that she'd done the same to him several times now. It didn't matter that she'd basically told him to do it. It was too early on a Monday morning for...that.

"Hmm, do I want to deal with this today?" she asked the empty air - for the sheer drama of it, obviously. She was already turning to head back to the counter, tossing the answer over her shoulder with casual disregard. "No."

What? No one said 'words of power' had to be fancy.

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"The Batman," Harley said, not even bothering with the rising intonation of a question anymore because yeah. "This guy that dresses up like a bat --"

Yeah, she mimed the little ears on the batsuit with her index fingers on either side of her head.

"-- and goes around the city sticking his nose in other people's business."

"Why in the Abyss would he dress up like a bat for that?" Liliana asked. Surely she was misunderstanding. Somehow.

"I'm guessin' childhood trauma?" Harley replied, with a big shrug. "Or compensating for something. Or both! I dunno, I just think he's an annoying jerkwad."

As was her duty as a Gotham rogue.

"Darling, I grew up in a war and you don't see me dressing up as an oversized mammal to run around a city," Liliana snarked.

You know, from her unimpeachable position as a ruthless necromancer who committed war crimes.

"Well ya probably developed other coping mechanisms, like the rest of us," Harley replied, much too easily. With another big shrug. "You just also developed a better fashion sense while you were at it!"

Listen, you couldn't miss people if you surrounded yourself with the dead. That wasn't a coping mechanism, it was just common sense.

She laughed. "I appreciate the compliment, though I feel like having better fashion sense than the man who dresses up like a bat is a fairly low bar." She eyes Harley speculatively. "Well, our theme is going to be the mythological Underworld, is there any kind of costume you'd be interested in that goes with that?"

Sure, sure, and Harley was prone to being co-dependent not because of parental abandonment but because she just liked people so much!

She paused in her general pacing to give Liliana a quizzical look.

"So what, like... Hades?"

The corner of Liliana's mouth kicked up. "Precisely," she said. "And Persephone. Though the Greeks are hardly the only ones with their own Underworld."

Dress up at Hela, Harley! Watch Dr. Blake and/or Thor twitch!

Did Harley only know the name 'Hades' from a certain Disney movie? Probably! And that was about where her mythical underworld knowledge began and ended.

Might explain why she looked so thoughtful right now. "I'm gonna have to put some serious brainpower into this one." Or, she could forget all about the theme and do whatever! A very real possibility! "I'd hate to not have a great costume when there's a party for once!"

Her memory was very short.

"I suppose it's been nearly three months since the last one," Liliana said, sounding surprised. It seemed much more recent, but then immortality messed with one's sense of time. "Though we are heading into the season for it."

"There's a season for parties?"

Forgive Harley, she'd spent a good chunk of her adult years in more of an 'it's a party every night' kind of environment.

Hey, Liliana hadn't known much about the plane when she'd arrived and a season of parties wasn't particularly far outside the realm of possibility. Maybe Harley was from an Earth terribly different from this one?

You know, where it was normal for people to run around dressed like bats.

"The holidays are coming up and plenty of people have parties and things to celebrate and the island itself does...things...every day in..." What month was it? Ah right, December, the twelfth month, even though the prefix Deca- meant ten. Much like how October was the tenth. This didn't annoy Liliana at all, really.

"Why do I get the feeling you'd really enjoy Ragefest?" Liliana asked with a soft chuckle.

Harley lit up - also immediately discarding anything else Liliana had just said, retaining no memory of it whatsoever.

"What is that?" she asked, with seemingly every muscle in her face involved in enunciating the words with something approaching awe.

"A festival on the plane of Ravnica. The guild in charge of entertainment throws it--" not an entirely accurate way of describing it, but close enough "--and it lasts for days. Destruction, violence, sex, drugs...it's a mix of a party, a riot, an orgy, and a spectacle."

Harley's jaw was on the floor.

Right up until, of course, she squealed, "That sounds amazing! Oh my God! And you don't even have to die to get there?!"

The implication being that this sounded like Heaven to her.

Which Liliana had no concept of anyway. The Hells and the Abyss? Certainly. Those were planes. Heaven???

"Of course not, darling, that you simply have to take a portal to Ravnica when one is happening. I mean, people die during Ragefest, but dying to get there sounds counterproductive."

Harley wasn't about to explain, either. Nor did she seem at all concerned about the dying during part of it all, because clearly the danger of that just added to the fun.

"Can I go and when can I go?"

"Certainly," Liliana said. "It's just another portal destination. Though Ragefest isn't something that's regularly scheduled. I don't know what triggers one, but they seemingly just happen."

Liliana had a few theories, but even she didn't trespass lightly on the Cult of Rakdos. She had enough troubles with demons to anger a parun. "There are other likely entertainments that you can enjoy happening more regularly, but, sadly, I can't give you the timing for the next Ragefest, darling."

Harley made a disappointed face at her, a human version of the :( emoticon. The stark contrasts in her makeup really helped accentuate it.

"Well that's no fun!"

As if she'd been able to do anything with the information even if Liliana had provided her with a time. Remembering things, even fun ones, wasn't always her strong suit.

"There are still plenty of Rakdos entertainments you can enjoy even when it's not Ragefest," Liliana assured her. "Do you like pit fights? Or, I suppose the better question is, were you most excited about the sex, drugs, violence, or general mayhem? Because those all still exist, just not as overwhelmingly for the normal citizens as is during Ragefest."

What a silly question!

"All of the above! All of them!"

"Then a trip to Rix Maadi will probably entertain you," Liliana said. "A murder-circus has many rings, after all."

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