somethingwithturquoise | Liliana's Townhouse; Precinct Five of the Tenth District; Ravnica; Saturday Morn-Afternoon [07/12].

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Liliana's Townhouse; Precinct Five of the Tenth District; Ravnica; Saturday Morn-Afternoon [07/12].

RageFest had only been a few days for Summer at this point, but she was already having a blast. And she hadn't even debuted her jello yet! That was for next week, when things were really going to amp up, but, boy, things were off to a great start. She'd already....well, things were all sort of a blur, and she hadn't really been spending a whole lot of time at the townhouse. But last night, there was this whole fire show that went horribly wrong (or, depending on who you asked, gloriously right), and she, like so many others in the crowd, fled the scene in a hurry, lest they all get caught in the far more personal than intended pyrotechnics. In the rush, she ended up all but colliding with some guy, which was pretty irritating until she actually got a look at this absolute stud, and then, well, one thing led to another, especially once he told her he could read mind, and she made him prove it by thinking the most depraved, dirtiest things at him, and she didn't even need to say a word after that.

And with Liliana and Ignis still back at Fandom? Perfect. She might not have had to say a word, but she still had plenty of noise to make.

So imagine her surprise when she, eventually woke up, threw on a shirt and bounced down the stairs to find Ignis in her...err, their....kitchen.

She stared for a moment, thinking maybe if she didn't move...

"Hello, Summer."

"Dammit. How are you so good at that?"

"Well, to your credit, anyone could have been fooled by such a graceful gazelle of a descent."

Summer stuck here tongue out at Ignis (was that a flash of something metal on her tongue? Maybe. She'd like to see him hear that!), gave a little finger-waggling wave over to Liliana, and immediately moved over to the coffee pot. She didn't need the caffeine, though, to instantly perk up with bright enthusiasm. "But that's perfect, actually! You being here! Now you can make us some breakfast."

A brow lifted. "Us?"

Somehow, Ignis didn't think Summer was referring to brunching with her esteemed hosts.

"Yeaaaaah." And what Ignis could hear now for certain was the grin in it. "I might've brought someone home last night? I mean, I'm probably going to try and ditch him with the Izzet later because there's word of a secret Dimir pop-up club tonight, so I guess that's like....a speakeasy but with drugs and Russian roulette, although I guess they call it Dimiri blackjack or something, IDK....and he's really fucking cute, like, Ignis. Adorable. But he'll definitely just cramp my style. Either way, he should be down in a moment, he's just up there rocking a piss, so I hope you have a lot of eggs, because my guy is gonna need that protein replenishment."

The intake of Ignis' breath seemed to be taking into account a lot of things, but, in that moment, the only one he was going to address was going to Liliana.

"Remind me again," he requested, "why we thought this was a good idea?"

But if you thought he wasn't already pulling out more ingredients to double the portions of the meal he was in the middle of making, then you clearly didn't know Ignis. But that did remind him of another issue.

"And please, Summer," he said, "tell me you're going to be doing something with all this jello stuff soon, because there's barely any room to work in here with all your paraphernalia everywhere."

"Don't sweat it, my dude," Summer waved a hand dismissively, but she did swoop in to start moving some of her things to a place less in his way, and, in her defense, she wasn't expecting them, if she had she might have already taken care of it. "I'm launching officially next week. I wanna hit up the Gruul with it first, after I totally kick some ass--ooooh, actually, I wonder if I'll have time to whip something up for tonight, that could be a good way to get some whispers already stirring around town..."

Dammit, Ignis! Making her think this early (ish) in the ~~morning~~ ~~day~~ afternoon! But she might be able to pull it off...

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"Darling, you do know that if something is calling itself Dimiri, it absolutely isn't, right?" Liliana asked, clearly amused by the entire situation as she sipped at her coffee. So long as nothing of hers went missing or got damaged, Summer was free to bring home whatever she liked. "They didn't hide the fact that they even existed for ten thousand years just to suddenly start hosting pop-up clubs. Ten zinos that it's a Rakdos troupe pretending to be Dimiri as part of the lead up to Mockturne."

"Oh, but," said Summer, pointedly, giving Liliana a speculative lift of her eyebrows as she moved a box of jello molds to a different counter, "counterpoint, wouldn't the best way for the Dimir to hide the fact that they were Dimir to be to call themselves Dimir knowing that no one would actually believe they were Dimir because no one who is Dimir would call themselves Dimir? It's hiding in plain sight."

She was clearly keeping her zinos to herself, though.

"But even if it is just Rakdos, that's still going to be a good start to the night."

"Mmm, yes, I take it back, that's a much more logical way to hide their identity than simply doing nothing at all," Liliana said, showing off a pair of very deep dimples as she drank her coffee.

Although Lazav would be into it, you know he would. Though, honestly, he'd just have all the Dimir attractions be disguised as another guild's.

"But I do agree with you about a fun start to the evening," she continued, as the upstairs toilet flushed. "Are you fighting in one of the pits? Or taking part in one of the Gruul grand battle whatevers? Just so you know, darling, Gateless who do well are often inducted into one of the clans."

But hey, if Summer was missing her Roadwarrior aesthetic...

Oh, those halcyon Legally Distinct from Thunderdome days...

Summer smirked over at Liliana, distracted, momentarily, by a mug of coffee being handed to her and a little sing-song, "Thank you, Iggyyyy~!" And taking a good long gulp before answering.

"Grand battles," she nodded, "definitely. Pits are fine, I popped in on..." Mmm, what day even was this?, "...at some point, but there's just too much...congestion. More attention from the grand battles, you know? And that l's the idea. I wanna come out of this like everyone's pick for prom queen."

Another sip.

"Which I was, by the way."

Very important detail.

"I figured the more interest in me, the more interest there'll be for the jello, too. Cult of personality has always been my brand."

"A tried and true method of going about it," Liliana agreed. But then, she literally had cult members, so of course she'd think that.

"Have you figured out which of the clans you'd want to--"

Her question was interrupted by a plaintive masculine voice, still sounding a little thick with sleep, moving through the townhouse towards the kitchen. "Summer? Please tell me that's coffea I smell? Gods, I'm so hungover my telepathy hurts."

Liliana's eyes widened and she looked at Ignis in rising horror. She knew that voice, even knew that rough rasp that spoke of a night of good sex followed by a wicked hangover.

It couldn't be.

And yet, there was Jace Beleren, sans cloak, shirt, and shoes, strolling into her kitchen.

Edited 2025-07-12 12:31 (UTC)

There almost wasn't coffee (yes, coffee, do not get him started), as Ignis, having of course heard the sluggish fall of feet on the floorboards in what he could only assume was Summer's wayward paramour in approach, had just been about to pour another mug to have prepared upon arrival. And he nearly dropped that mug when this mysterious guest spoke, because though he might not have at particular context for comparison, Jace's post-coital hangover whine was remarkably similar to his defeatist attempts to slip into slumber under the thrall of massive plane-devouring entities...

Thankfully, even with a shock like that, Ignis' reflexes were swift and quick enough to save the coffee from any truly tragic fate, and he would half wonder if he'd somehow misheard, but the sheer weight of the energy coming from Liliana told him that, no, his hearing was impeccable as always.

"....Summer," was all he could say, his voice absolutely dripping with deep derision and disparagement.

Just when you'd finally gained redemption for your nearly year-long folly of dating Stark, of all people, you've somehow managed to stumble into something infinitely worse.

It would almost be impressive if it wasn't....this.

"Lili?!"

Liliana and Ignis weren't the only people who were shocked and dismayed by current events.

I am never drinking again, he decided. No amount of fun is worth not using telepathy for.

"And Ignis?" he added, when the near disaster with the coffea dragged his attention away from Liliana.

"Jace," Liliana replied icily.

How many times did she have to remind him to not call her Lili???

And Summer was left wide-eyed and blinking a few times as her attention pinged around between names as they were uttered, and she opened her mouth as she felt herself almost contributing to it, then stopped and shook her head because who knew how long it would go on if she kept it up??

In lieu of inquisitively volleying around names in increasingly scandalized tones, she took a moment before holding up her hands.

"Okay, wait," she said. "Ignis. Liliana. Jace."

The name thing, it seemed, was a force more powerful than all of them.

"You guys all know each other??"

And not in a good way, based solely on the drop of temperature in the room and Summer getting a nice healthy dose of what Stark had to deal with with that ray of Iggy-disdain narrowed in with laser focus on her.

Like it was her fault! Rude!

"Please tell me that you're secretly Lazav in disguise and this whole thing was a honeypot to blackmail and/or assassinate me?" Jace asked.

Because that was preferable, yes.

"Summer," Liliana said, her nails drumming on the table in front of her and ignoring Jace's ridiculous question entirely. "Do you remember me speaking of my ex one night at Caritas?"

"You talked about me? And called me your ex?" That was strangely gratifying.

"I see I'm going to be drinking my breakfast this morning."

"Oh...my....god."

It was far less Liliana's reveal that highlighted for Summer the exact depths of how much of an absolute mess of shit she'd inadvertently stepped into, and much more Jace's response to it that really drove it home for her, and that was very evident in the way she was staring at him now.

Curse her inevitable and uncontrollable attraction to complete and total simps and fuckbois!

"So much for the hopes of ever clearing this headache from the sirens last night," Ignis murmured, not nearly as much to himself as he had intended, distracted as he was in finding a bottle that hadn't been too far depleted, so he could add some contents of it to hide own coffee.

And you knew it was truly dire if he was actually treating his own mug before making his way over to do the same for Liliana's, though that was clearly his next move.

Edited 2025-07-12 14:31 (UTC)

Nobody has made you go with him, Ignis! Liliana had, in fact, told you to do the exact opposite!

"So you two met last night indulging in RageFest?" Liliana asked, also ignoring those questions. "I see your commitment to being the Living Guildpact remains as strong as ever."

Jace turned a mottled red but didn't reply to her little dig. It was below his dignity as a Planeswalker and Living Guildpact. Or something. He was just going to grab that mug of coffea and quietly take a few sips. "Are you making breakfast this morning, Ignis?" he asked. "I appreciated your hospitality back on Innistrad."

Look at him, handling this maturely and like a champ!

"Mmmm." The idea of sitting down to cheery breakfasts with Jace across the kitchen table was too reminded much for Liliana to bear. "My darling, do you remember our discussion about buying property? I have now won that argument."

Imagine that. It would seem now that everyone in this room had made abysmal mistakes in involving themselves with Jace Beleren. But at least Ignis' involved keeping his clothes on, so he was currently thinking that that was a battle he had won.

Summer, meanwhile, had managed to find a little more space for her eyes to widen, because what the fuck? That Guildpact thing was true and not just some bullshit thrown around to see who would actually be sucker enough to believe it? And then Summer's eyes went to normal side, then slightly smaller, as she squinted in thought, brows furrowed.

"I think you'll find, Jace," Ignis offered with cold smoothness, "that Summer is also quite excellent in the kitchen."

He ignored the indignant protest at that.

"It just so happens that Liliana and I were just on our way out. How...felicitous that the timing would still work out that our paths should cross just enough to say hello."

Of course it was true! Jace was a very honest person!

...Ish.

"Oh," Jace said softly. "Listen, I don't want to put any of you out. If you'd like, I can just get dressed and go. There's a great little coffeashop not far from here. I'll be fine grabbing something from there."

To that, Ignis could only let out an offended scoff.

"Surely you don't mean that place just down the street," he murmured, because while Jace was objectively terrible in almost all ways, that was beyond the pale, even for him!

And now Ignis' brow was furrowed, in trying to determine whether or not dealing with Jace for longer outweighed thr satisfaction of denying the coffeashop even the smallest bit of business...

"Oh you've been there?" Jace asked. "Not as good as anything on Tin Street, but decent and in a great location."

"Jace, won't Lavinia be looking for you?" Liliana asked.

"Errr..."

"You didn't."

"I did," he admitted. "There an illusory me hard at work right now. Has been since last night, though she probably has realized it's an illusion, since I didn't set it up expecting to be gone over night."

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