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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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."

As someone who had considered bribing or blackmailing other Summers on the GoTron squad or liberating one of her clones for the soul purpose of making them do some drudgery while sje went off to do something more interesting, Summer couldn't help a nod of respect for that.

However...

"Wait, now, so who's Lavinia?"

Because her Upsetting Surprises and Unfortunate News Card was sort of filled up at the moment right now, okay??? Thanks.

Edited 2025-07-12 15:59 (UTC)

"My assistant!" Jace said immediately. "Azorious and thinks that smiling is a sin."

"Assistant and minder," Liliana snorted. "It's possible, darling, you just try her patience enough so that it just feels that way to you."

"She's a wonderful person," Jace told Summer, ignoring Liliana and her helpful comments. "Efficient, precise, a little stern, but overall great. But most emphatically not... whatever you sounded like you were worried about."

"I don't know what you think I sounded like I was worried about," Summer insisted with a sniff and a toss of her hair over her shoulders, made all the more effectivr because she hadn't yet tied up her hair, despite what the icons may tell you otherwise.

"But she does sound..." Summer took a moment to actually consider it, now that she was...continuing to not be worried about anything, ahahaha, and blinked.

"Honestly, like you and her would get along like gangbusters, Igs."

"I always have had a soft-spot," Ignis drawled, "for the greatly beleaguered and severely overworked."

From the stove. Because it would appear that self-sacrifice had, once again, prevailed with him. Especially when the other option was mere, simple pettiness.

Darling, go for pettiness. It was the most fun option of the two.

"We met her, my darling," Liliana reminded. "The day we were so cordially and enthusiastically invited to join the Gatewatch." Jace winced at the italics. "She was the one who offered us rooms in the Hall."

Which Liliana had immediately declined.

Ignis was strongly of the opinion that a certain italics was also missing on that we. Or at the very least, quotation marks.

"Ahhh, yes," he said, with a nod and a skillful crack of an egg or two, "now I remember."

Which only solidified his statement as truth, really, and so...

"Well, then," he stated, "congratulations, Summer. In this ever-surmounting pile of questionable mistakes, that assessment is at least one thing you can add to the Correct column. Well done."

Glower at his back a little more, while you were at it, Summer, perhaps it might help the eggs fry a little faster.

But instead she just rolled her eyes. "What, like I'm supposed to just ask everyone I make out with if they used to date my friend?"

Granted, she definitely was going to now! But that was beside the point.

"I mean, what even are the odds??"

Summer, that aspect did not even begin to scratch the surface of the issue...

Edited 2025-07-12 17:23 (UTC)

"You don't have to worry on that score, Summer," Liliana said with a wave of her hand. "Jace and Ignis are the only people alive who share that distinction.

All Jace did was note the glint of metal on her finger. "Wait--" he sputtered, "did you two get married??"

"No, Liliana said. "But I did accept his proposal.

"Oh," Jace said lamely "Congrats..."

"All three of them," Ignis added, "as a matter of fact."

Unnecessarily? Perhaps. But the faint hint of a smug smirk on his face certainly didn't seem to think so.

"And I helped him with picking out the ring!" Summer added, cheerfully, lest she be left out of the conversation and for no other ulterior motives, clearly, ha ha, what would those, like, even be, gawd? "You have no idea how long he actually sat on it, either! And I was just all, come on, dude, what are you even waiting for, obviously she's nuts for you, just go ahead and fucking do it already."

"But thank you, Jace," Ignis continued with a nod. "The actual date is still quite pending, but I'm sure you can expect an invitation in the mail once we finally hone in on one."

Ignis couldn't see the glare she leveled his way, but she was pretty sure he could feel it. Look, she knew she had just been advocating for pettiness, but not against her.

"Wow, well, it'll depend on my workload and what plane you decide to have it on," Jace hedges.

He was never so glad to hear screaming from the street, followed by snarls and growls and the sound of pounding feet as people at least attempting to flee.

If it had come off as pettiness, then it must have been the smugness to blame, because it had certainly not been intended that way. At least not toward Liliana in any way.

But Ignis' attention had also been captured by the sounds from outside.

"Well," he commented, "it certainly seems as though something has gotten started out there."

"Ooh, hold on!" Summer, peeking up, quickly down the last of her coffee, slammed down the mug, and went bouncing off. "I'm gonna go get some pants."

In case anyone had forgotten that she'd been barely dressed this whole time.

Inviting Jace to the wedding, darling? Definitely the kind of petty that splashed back.

"Sounds like the uncagers are making an appearance," Liliana noted.

Jace's eyes glowed a brilliant blue as he extended his senses out, and he nodded in time with Liliana. "Yes," he agreed. "I'm getting about five or six of the uncagers' range and picking up...hmm, only about four of the creatures they're playing with."

The assumption was that this invitation would, as it so happened, also find itself mysteriously lost in the mail as well.

Even if Ignis was getting a sinking feeling in his stomach that it wasn't entirely unlikely that he'd be dragged along as a Plus-1 regardless now...

"Well, then, that's undoubtedly at least Summer's breakfast to go now," Ignis said, with a slight sigh and folding an egg so it might fit more comfortably between bread as a sandwich, but at least he just about was finished up there.

Because of course he was going to make sure she still ate something before getting back out there again.

Edited 2025-07-12 20:59 (UTC)

"Well, so long as the uncagers stay out there and we stay in here, we should be fine," Liliana said. "Either they'll get bored or their creatures will get full, and they'll move on.

Which of course, the the most dramatic time for someone to knock on the front door with hard, booming knocks that rattled the hinges. So someone did.

Just in time for Summer to reappear again, kitted out in far more weapons than she'd arrived on Ravnica with (spoils of war, baby!). She was promptly being handed a loaded breakfast sandwich, which she took with a roll of her eyes.

"Thanks, mom," she said, taking a bite and lifting her chin in the direction of the knocking. "Who's that? Are they doing housecalls now?"

Please don't swing this toward a Purge vibe on her, Ravnica. Those movies suck.

And into the kitchen strode Gideon Jura, having blown past the zombie footman who'd opened the door for them. His sural, emitting gold light, dangled around his wrist.

"There you are, Jace," he said. "We've got--" He paused as he noticed Jace's companions. "Ignis," he said, courteously, followed by a nod in Summer's direction. "Miss."

Liliana got a grated out, "Vess," that sounded like half an accusation about something.

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