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Frontenac Suite; Wednesday Evening [10/23].

The suite that Summer and Stark had been given had boasted being "spacious and perfect for entertaining," and so now Summer was putting that claim to the test with her traditional School Trip Wednesday Night Room Party. Texts had been sent out to remind people of the party or to inform them if it was their first trip (with a caveat that if you were underage, Gladio Amicitia will kick you out, but that was mostly just a formality because, here in Quebec, the drinking age was 18, and she was pretty sure even their youngest students were at least that age now, but, either way, she was covering her bases for resposible chaperone behavior!), and then a good portion of her day was spent getting the jello shots ready, setting up snacks, getting other alternate drinks, and then utilizing this 'perfect for entertaining' space to its full advantage.

And, of course, all the shots were locally inspired and, when possible, locally sourced. You had
Maple Bourbon Cider, Maple Almond, a little French Martini, Honeysuckle Mimosas enchanced with local honeysuckle berries, an Ultimate Caeser, some flag representation, and, of course, the poutine jello shot.

(For which, oddly enough!, there were no recipes to link. Rude!)

The cooler was also filled with bottles of water, Canada Dry, and Puppers and other local brews, and there was a good selection of other booze if you wanted to mix your own drink (especially if you were pouring some of that Gus N Bru).

And the snacks? Of course you have your ketchup chips and all-dressed and dill picklers, and other varieties of moddable party food, but you really don't want to miss the poutine punchbowl.

So come on in! It was Wednesday night! There was a playlist pumping that had only Canadian artists on it (with an emphasis on ones from Quebec, but not exclusively because come on). Time for a mid-week classic room party!

[[ open party is open and flying OCD-free! Swing by, enjoy the party and free booze and snacks and please don't mind if I disappear due to being eaten by work! ]]

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Yelena walked into the suite, sizing it up and grabbing a French Martini jello shot immediately as soon as she saw it. She did raise an eyebrow at the poutine punchbowl. Was that a Canada thing or a Summer thing.

Downing the shot and then grabbing a puppers, she leaned against the wall, sipping and silently observing everyone and their outfits. When she realized the playlist was 100% Canadian, she shook her head with a grin. “When in Canada,” she chuckled and started drinking her beer in earnest.

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"Ohmygod, Yelena!" Summer, who had kept things light and simple and clearly leaned into the fact that she did not need to go outside to party tonight, greeted her with enthusiasm and her attention laser-focused on the most important thing:

"Those boots are to die for."

Well. Maybe not die for. Definitely kill for, though!

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"They are perfect for hiding things to stab people with," Yelena said with a smirk.

Truth? Joke? Let's not dive into that.

"But I love your outfit! And of course always your trademark color!.

If that was just a joke, Summer was going to be so disappointed.

"Yeah, not much hiding going on in a dress like this!" she sang with a laugh that seemed to be asking or WAS THERE?

Hopefully, they wouldn't find out, because Summer did not want to deal with Anakin or hotel management on that level.

"But thank you! I am very good at branding. How've you been liking the trip so far? It's your first one of these full-ass trips, right?"

Clearly, field trips for classes didn't count!

"The trip has been fantastic. There's a small problem with my room but we are working through it," Yelena said with a smile. "Yesterday there was shopping. Before that a spa day. After being stuck on the island with only your class to get a chance to leave it? It's been heaven."

"What was the small problem with your room?" Summer asked.

Because obviously she had to, Yelena! Come on!

Yelena let out a small snort. "Well apparently I'm living in a bad hallmark movie as I am stuck in the same room as Adrian and of course there is only one bed," she complained and took a big swig of her beer. "Next thing you know, we’ll be snowed in with no cell service."

Summer took a moment to look across the room at Adrian. Then back to Yelena. Then back to Adrian. And then she shook her head.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing the problem here?" she asked, concluding with a truly puzzled look that might be speculating on the level of Yelena's sanity.

"Well, okay," she amended a second later, "you didn't say a small problem, but still! Gurl."

Yelena gave Summer a blank look, turned and looked at Adrian and then back to Summer with the same blank look. Whatever Summer was talking about out just didn’t click with Yelena.

There was something. Unease. Unknowable. So… Something but it just didn’t click yet.

She shrugged. “I shoved him out of bed by accident and he breathes too loud. That’s a problem.”

Liliana adored being observed*, especially in her party outfits, so you go right ahead, darling.

"Yelena, right?" she asked, eventually gliding over with her...somethingeth...jello shot of the evening. "We've overlapped on several of the Supper Club nights. I don't believe I saw you at the last one, though. Not a sushi fan, darling?"

[*Some restrictions and caveats applied]

"I adore sushi but I had to work late that day," Yelena explained. "I had to put in some extra security protocols for the gremlins."

Which is code for forcing them to make her a coffee order and stop working elsewhere.

"I love your outfit though! Fabulous. It's Liliana, yes?"

"Thank you, darling, and correct on both counts," she said, extending a chilly hand. "Liliana Vess. And you are looking fantastic. I love those boots."

Expect to hear that a lot tonight, Yelena. Those boots were cute as fuck.

"Thank you!" She said looking pleased as she shook Liliana's hand. "The dead body I took them off was very compliant."

Joke? Sure! Sure it was.

"They often are," Liliana agreed with a laugh. She patted her headdress with a smug little smile. "The best part is when they hand over the things you want themselves. It's not grave-robbing if they're giving it to you."

Joke? Sure! Sure it was.

"That’s one way to look at it," Yelena said, taking a sip of her drink, clearly amused by the conversation. "If they’re handing it over, it’s practically a gift, right? I love the headress. Very high fashion and yet... sinister."

"Why thank you, darling. I took it as a trophy from an angel." She was preening, absolutely because, fun fact! Liliana loathed angels. "I took it and then left her to my zombies. It was delightful."

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"Oh, that's not terrifying at all," Yelena quipped dryly, raising an eyebrow as she sized up Liliana. "Angels, zombies... So, let me guess, you're one of those magical types who can bend time, space, and raise the dead?"

Look, she's been on the island a few months now. And she had magic-weirdos from her reality. Why wouldn't she take that in stride?

And also filing away that knowledge for further use down the road.

"I cannot bend time and my relationship with space is a little more complicated," Liliana said. "But I am a necromancer, yes. One with an antipathy for angels, which I am delighted to discover is a common viewpoint for our island. And yourself?"

You can tell her you were an assassin, Yelena! She's known many!

“For angels to exist there would have to be a god and and I don’t buy into that bullshit,” Yelena said with a bit of a grunt. “Oh sure my reality has a Thor and everything but the holy afterlife crap isn’t my thing. Clearly it is for your reality but definitely not for mine.”

"Oh no, nothing like that," Liliana scoffed. "To be fair, I grew up worshipping the creator of angels as a god, but once I became a Planeswalker, I realized that Serra was nothing of the sort. Or rather..." She frowned. "Many of us were worshipped as gods, and some people created planes and creatures for that very reason, but none of us were divine. Simply powerful."

As if there had been anything 'simple' about an Oldwalker's power.

"Holiness, afterlives, the kind of thing people associate with divinity, that's all nonsense. Angels were just a race of creatures Serra created because, oh, I don't know. She had an affinity for pigeons and self-righteousness?"

Go to Theros and say that, Liliana.

“… There’s a lot you just said that makes no sense to me,” Yelena said with a shrug. “But I think we are of a similar mindset. Just different backgrounds and vastly different experiences.”

"What most people think of as gods are probably just very powerful beings that convinced the weak and gullible to worship them as some kind of power trip," Liliana summarized. "And in my Multiverse, angels are self-righteous, judgmental bastards who haven't had the decency to be turned into a down comforter yet."

Tell us how you really feel, Lili.

“I love a good down comforter,” Yelena smirked, watching and appreciating Liliana’s mini-rant. “Are angel feathers better than goose feathers? Or does it just make the comforter feel self-righteous when you go to bed?”

"They're far softer, but you do wake up feeling holier-than-thou in the morning," Liliana replied with a laugh. "Let me know if you're ever curious to try one out for yourself."

Joke? Sure! Sure it was.

“Pretty sure I would be desecrate the thing before I got a good night’s sleep just by touching it,” Yelena joked.

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