Entries tagged with liliana vess

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

It was, of course, the fault of her upcoming class. She had Dominaria on the brain and such things lingered close. Her notes were all in Benalish, she'd woken up craving phelddagrif steaks - oooh, and a side of fried saproling - with her eggs, and here at the Consortium, she found herself playing old songs on her lyre. No, not just playing, but absently singing along as her mind traveled distant paths back to a music room, bright with sunlight, a dark-haired woman playing the lap-harp and harmonizing with her eldest daughter...

Eventually something would happen to break the spell, but until then, the Consortium was filled with music in a language that Liliana hadn't heard another person speak in nearly two hundred years.

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Over Easy, Sunday

Hey, guess what, Fandom? There was a new restaurant in town!

No, not the Waffle House, although hopefully it would come around again soon. Raiden would never regret the competition.

This was Over Easy, a breakfast and brunch spot where Goodvalor's Little Bivoli used to be, open from 7-3 seven days a week and offering all your breakfast and brunch favorites (plus bottomless brunch cocktails on the weekends)! And today there was a giant OPEN NOW sign out front, plus balloons, while inside a jazz band had been hired to make their grand opening celebration a jazz brunch.

And Raiden was here, too, of course, giving last minute instructions and worrying, "Do we have enough eggs? I know how many eggs we have. I know it's a lot of eggs. But is it enough?"

Specials
Crab Cake Benedict
Bananas Foster French Toast
Cheesecake Stuffed Waffles with Berry Syrup

For the first time, Over Easy was open, and a discreet sign in the window proclaimed Now Hiring!

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Stark Tower Writ Small - Birthday Bash - Thursday Evening

The ballroom was all done up in appropriately red, white, and blue bunting. Because bunting felt very Steve if you asked Tony. And Tony was the one picking the decorations for this one. Sorry, Steve.

There were a few fireworks themed chandeliers set up in the center of the room to drive home the celebration as well. And a wide selection of foods that Steve liked most. So all the foods. It was all the foods, but straight-forward stuff (burger bar, taco bar, hot dog bar, ice cream sundae bar with a chocolate fountain (because who didn't want a chocolate fountain on their birthday?)), and not appetizer portions. And pie! Either because Steve liked pie or because Tony thought it was hilarious.

Or both.

And after all of that, there would be a birthday cake with a truly obnoxious number of candles and a 'fireworks' show that was visible from the ballroom windows if you didn't want to brave a trip to the roof. It was actually a drone show because Tony was Tony. And the noise would be something else if they did actual fireworks.

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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [07/01].

It didn't take Ignis very long at all to notice a slight difference in the kitchen, when he came into work that day, getting his coffee ready and preparing for thinking up some new recipehs for the specials board. He took a moment to pause and listen, though, before making any comment about it, but, feeling confident, he lifted a brow toward the rest of the staff.

"No Greg today?" he asked.

Apparently, he had a dentist appointment that day, which meant that Ignis could only give him distant kudos for his acceptable levels of dental hygene, but then Ignis also couldn't help notice that the patchouli did still linger, even in his absense, which was why he, for a moment, doubted himself.

Everyone else, it seemed, just were eager to see how this altered their odds when it came to the betting board.

Today's Specials
Minted Lamb Burger with Roasted Carrots
Tofu Souvlaki with Herbed Quinoa Salad
Cinnamon Roll Cake

Luke's is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Hmmm. Today's delivery probably ought to go into the back with the rest of the artifacts she considered too dangerous to be sold to the general public. But the problem was trying to move it. Liliana glared at the standing orb that was nearly the same size as she was and much heavier, as if she could intimidate it into turning into a less obnoxious size.

"Overgrown crystal ball," she muttered at it. "If this results in me having to summon the Gatewatch to see if Mancake or Elf Supremacist have artifact removal, I am going to ask them to exile you somewhere horrid, like the grease trap of a Golgari fungus kitchen."

Okay, but that was a really good threat. Just because the orb was an inanimate object that couldn't appreciate a good threat (and probably lacked the context anyway) didn't take away from the threat's quality and so there.

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

The trouble with refusing to be beholden to the mundanities of time did occasionally backfire - usually when other people's calendars required paying attention to. Like right now, when she realized that if she wanted to teach next semester, she had to come up with the class idea and writeup now. Ugh. Did she want to reteach this, but with new scenarios? Another class on indulging? Opposing mana pairs...? No, that one would be better as a full semester class.

So rather than putting away the week's delivery, Liliana was lounging at her desk, contemplating her possibilities. It looked a lot like filing her nails, but she was deep in thought.

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The Beach; Friday Evening [06/20] - Summer's Summer Beach Birthday Bash!

After a day of hard work (not by Summer herself, of course, she had other people to do that for her while she mostly just lounged and got a good suntan and pregamed while directing the preparations), the beach was set up for her big birthday beach party, and she couldn't be happier. It had, of course, all the trappings one might expect from such a thing: tiki torches, bonfire, volleyball court, and so, so much more, but she'll get into that in the OCD threads!

Summer herself was, of course, feeling those beach vibes and at that point was pretty much just eager to have people show up, barely even worried anymore that people wouldn't, which, you know, was a nice thing to reflect on, because that showed character growth and maturity as she moved on into this, her twenty-fifth year of life.

Also, well, as you'll see, she pretty much hired about half the town to help her out, so she was already guaranteed a small crowd from that alone.

[[ and open beach party is totally open! ]]

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Caritas; Wednesday [0618].

Tomorrow was Summer's birthday, but did you see Caritas all obnoxiously decked out with birthday paraphernalia and decorations? No. No you didn't. Because she was almost twenty-five, and clearly much more mature than that to make everything about her own birthday, Tino.

But she did make her Featured Cocktail about her birthday, thank you very much. Because that was a true marker of her growth and development as a well-rounded individual and adult: embracing the art of subtlety.

(Sometimes).

Featured Cocktail
Birthday Cake Martini

Featured Jello
Strawberry Champagne
Irish Breakfast
Pink Lemonade
Fried Pickle

Caritas is open!

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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [06/17].

Despite last week's realization about the predictability of his specials board, Ignis decided that there was really no point in reinventing the wheel, as it were, especially when it was functioning perfectly well and was clearly the best route. Besides, his attention was elsewhere that day, using his downtime to follow through with a few calls and messages related to the party next week, with a high priority in working on getting invitations made and finding a good supplier that could do them with Braille included.

Sure, the one person who would be relying on it was the one person who didn't need to read the invitations, so to speak, but it was a very important element to his...well, for lack of a better term, vision...for how the invitations would be.

Today's Specials
Turkey Tzatziki Burgers
Crispy Tofu Salad with Sweet Mustard Dressing
Lemon Raspberry Scones

Luke's is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Liliana glared down at the box on her desk like it had personally offended her. Because it had, by the sheer virtue of not being exactly what she wanted.

"That's all?" she asked in disbelief. "In the entire store, that's all. Not even twenty!" She glared down harder at the box in question, but the numbers did not change no matter how hard she willed it so.

Ugh.

Fine then, she'd start with this poor lot, she supposed. If she couldn't find something suitable here, she'd just move on. Ravnica, probably, or possibly Kaladesh? She'd heard stories of famed craftsmen in Fiora, perhaps she could find some time to take a little 'Walk there and see if those stories were true...Though that would make this little project of hers far more complicated and far more difficult to keep secret until it was ready.

Annoyed all over again, she dumped the box out onto the surface of her desk. The rings tumbled out in a series of soft metallic clangs. Once she had all eighteen laid out in front of her, she began the winnowing process. "No...no....ugly...no...cursed...hmm, potential, perhaps...no...no...useful but ugly...absolutely not, whoever designed this should be ashamed...useless...no...boring...no..."

Abyss, this was going to take forever. Why were most artificers cursed with such appalling taste in jewelry?

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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [06/10].

When Ignis showed up for work at the diner that Tuesday late, the rest of the staff was utterly shocked. Because while it had become increasingly more frequent that Ignis would sometimes skip days entirely, he was almost never actually late, and certainly not by as great a margin as he was that week. Sure, sure, ten minutes or so here and there was expected every so often due to the nature of where they lived, but this was several hours into when Ignis usually started, and it was just throwing everyone off.

Ignis, of course, was going to show up and head immediately toward the coffee pot before getting things going, as he always did, with no acknowledgement to his extreme tardiness except for a cool question: "So...what have you all decided to do with the specials board?"

Greg, after a pause where Ignis could only assume they were all silently conferring with each other, cleared his throat and answered:

Today's Specials
A Fancy Burger with Fancy Fries
Some Fancy Vegan Dish
A Fancy Dessert

Ignis felt the compulsion to argue that not all of his recipehs were all that fancy, but he sighed instead. "Yes, of course," he allowed, "but which ones specifically?"

No, no, he misunderstood. No specifics. Just fancy. Which was fine, he could work very easily within those parameters if anyone ordered it, but then one very important question came to his mind:

"Wait. Is that always what you just put on the board when I'm absent?"

Oh, he was definitely going to need more coffee.

Luke's is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

So the weekend had been very weird, ~~even if all of Sunday's planned posts had been devoured by mandatory social~~ but it was hardly the first time the island had been swept up by that kind of nonsense. At least she hadn't been a squirrel again.

But Monday had rolled around and she was thankfully herself again (less sweet innocence and more tit, thank Gaea), and Liliana was quite pleased to focus on the other sweeping changes that had occurred the week prior. Her new ring sat comfortably on her left hand, every So often catching the light and shimmering like a thousand golden suns.

Ugh, she was being sappy and sentimental. She might have to commit a few war crimes to set herself back on an even keel.

... But it really was a pretty ring, wasn't it?

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The Forest of Arden, Saturday

Normally, there were two forested areas on Fandom: the Preserve, and the wooded area, wherein a certain creepy mansion and a magical Grove were located. Saturday morning, however, the island sported a third: a beautiful bit of forest that could have been transplanted from the English Midlands and right next to Selkie Cove. Magical, idyllic, and somehow just big enough for people to get lost within while undergoing shenanigans to in the name of freedom and self-discovery. Full of exotic fauna and pastoral fantasy, it seemed to whisper to promises of refuge and safety (if, for example, you were fleeing from the harsh realities of Courtly life), of adventure and excitement, and, oddly enough, of cross-dressing, if you're of a mind to do so.

It's said that All the world's a stage, / And all the men and women merely players; / They have their exits and their entrances; / And one man in his time plays many parts. This weekend, all the world's a forest, at least for Arden Finch.

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Liliana was considering taking the afternoon off and booking a very long massage at the spa later. She had spent the vast majority of the weekend down in her workroom, emerging early Sunday evening, triumphant, and tumbled almost immediately into bed, absolutely exhausted. Fifteen hours of sleep had taken care of most of the accumulated sleep debt, but hadn't done a damn thing for the soreness that came from nearly forty-eight hours spent working on--well, never mind what she'd been working on. It was probably all fine and, like, super-ethical and stuff. Don't even worry about it.

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The Perk, Friday Afternoon

Ah, emotional baggage day. That had taken Jack back - though it'd been satisfying to see that his own amount of baggage had gone down significantly. Score one for therapy.

After class, he made his now-habitual trip to the Perk while he waited for his portal to arrive. With a large black coffee in hand, he picked a spot by the window and sat down.

Sucks that it's raining, the barista had said. They'd wanted to put some seats outside.

"Outdoor seating," Jack muttered to himself. "Sitting in the sun. Space. Just one cloud away from turning into a TV trope."

[[ open ]]

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Another week, another exciting book find!

A book of Kamigawan script, Liliana knew just enough to begin to puzzle through it--which was enough to get the gist of it. It was not an artifact - at least, she didn't think so, but instead, a book of Kamigawan poetry.

Seeing the moonlight
spilling down
through these trees,
my heart fills to the brim
with autumn.
–
How sad,
to think I will end
as only
a pale green mist
drifting the far fields.

Reading a little further, becoming ever more fluent with every stanza, she realized that it was actually a book of Kamigawan love poetry.

Did he appear
Because I fell asleep
Thinking of him?
If only I’d known I was dreaming
I’d never have awakened.

No, wait, this was a book of Kamigawan erotic love poetry. Thoroughly engrossed, Liliana curled up in her chair, in dire need of chocolate or sweet fruits or something as she read.

When my desire
Grows too fierce
I wear my bed clothes
Inside out,
Dark as the night’s rough husk.
–
My longing for you—
Too strong to keep within bounds.
At least no one can blame me
When I go to you at night
Along the road of dreams.

"I might have been less dismissive of Jace's little Moonfolk friend if I'd known she could get me copies of books like this," she gleefully murmured to herself.

[Text appropriated from the The Man'yoshu.]

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Luke's Diner; Tuesday [05/20].

Ignis wasn't quite sure if it wasn't purely coincidence or if there really was something to the fact that, after last week's supper club venture, the following Tuesday involved a sudden influx of chickpeas at the diner. Honestly, at this point, either instance seemed like it could be a possibility, so he just brushed it off, deciding that it didn't really matter, but that he now had a single incredient to focus on for working into all his specials that day.

And, with some carefully consideration, soon enough, he was snapping his fingers with the idea for a few recipehs, and got to work.

Today's Specials
Fried Onion and Hummus Burger
Protein Veggie Salad with Hummus
Chocolate Chickpea Cake with Banana Ice Cream

Luke's is open!

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Infinite Consortium, Monday

Liliana was dealing with the most frustrating of indignities today. At some point Friday, she must have wandered into a spawning point of mosquitoes or something because she had a number of bites from the miserable little things. Normally, biting insects didn't bother her; her preternatural chill didn't register her as a potential food source for them, but apparently nobody had passed that fact along to the bugs on the island. They had decided she was delicious - which, obviously, but she would have been happier if they hadn't made that discovery - and she was wondering if she was down a pint or two of blood with the number of bites she's found.

None of which put her in a particularly good temper, no. Which was why she was ignoring today's shipment in favor of glaring in the general direction of the park and working on a spell specifically designed to kill mosquitoes. In droves. Possibly enough to unbalance the entire ecosystem.

Good.

[Inspired by my weekend, yes]

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The park- Friday afternoon

Jaina had had a rough couple weeks, so it was sort of a good thing, personally, for a bunch of godzillas to invade a place where she could take those frustrations out on them. Sorry, godzillas! You picked the wrong day to pick a fight!

There were a few in the park, so she was staying local to there, dealing with one in particular that seemed annoyed enough that she was fighting back to keep it up. She might be kind of humoring it at this point. It was like catharsis. There were plenty more if anyone else wanted to take a crack at it!

[Open if you wanna fight a Godzilla in the park!]

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Infinite Consortium, Tuesday

Quinn was not covered in any sort of goo when she got to the shop for her first shift! She was, however, kinda sweaty and looking faintly pissed (which for her meant she was obnoxiously angry), holding what she was sure had to be the world's ugliest t-shirt.

"Does that Skywalker guy shop here?" she asked . . . the universe, probably, since she hadn't spotted Liliana yet. "Because this shirt is definitely cursed."

Welcome to Fandom proper, hon. You'll get used to it. Or you won't, but it'll at least drag you kicking and screaming out of your shell.

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