Frontenac Suite; Wednesday Evening [10/23].

[somethingwithturquoise]

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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[the_best_sister]

“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.”

[deathsmajesty]

"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.

[the_best_sister]

“… 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.”

[deathsmajesty]

"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.

[the_best_sister]

“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?”

[deathsmajesty]

"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.

[the_best_sister]

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

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana laughed again. "Darling, why would you possibly think that's a negative?" She paused to do another jello shot - not the poutine. "And I'm fascinated to hear what you might do to desecrate something worse than a necromancer would."