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Liliana was scrolling through her phone, looking at warm places. Carnival in Argentina was very late this year, not until mid-February, which meant that while they certainly could go to their Argentine villa to celebrate Ignis' birthday, they could also choose to go somewhere else and visit the villa when Carnival proper was happening.

Wherever they went, however, Liliana was demanding that it be warm. None of this snow nonsense. She'd book them a trip to the Jund, first.

deathsmajesty

Liliana woke up, looked out the window, and laughed at the very idea of going to work in this kind of weather. Absolutely not. Her existence as a shopkeep was on sufferance at the best of times, which this was not. Her job for today was to entreat Ignis to help her discover how many different warm beverages she could drink before dinner, and possibly to discover the minimum amount of clothing she could wear without being unduly bothered by the outside chill.

...Both of which she'd get to after sleeping a little while longer. Nothing about this weather made getting out of bed desirable.

Hmm, perhaps she had been too ambitious with those aforementioned jobs. A better idea might be to convince Ignis to come back to bed and stay there with her for the rest of the day...

Regardless of what she was doing, it wasn't going to involve leaving the house--unless they were portaling somewhere warmer instead.

[Establishy, but certainly open for texts, callers ridiculous enough to go out in the cold, and, of course, the gentleman so referenced!]

grenadesandohana

It wasn't entirely because Steve was a delicate hothouse flower and the East Coast was going to be cold as hell this weekend that Steve and Danny were back in Hawai'i! They had things to do in Honolulu! Family things! Yes!

Family things involving surfing and then sitting on the beach and charging up on the sun like a 6-foot plus human solar panel while Charlie worked on a sand castle.

Steve was cleaning the last of the breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang. His forehead crinkled: he wasn't expecting anyone, and the people he knew wouldn't ring the doorbell. He calmed down his hyper-vigilance by reminding his brain that serial killers wouldn't ring the doorbell, either, and sauntered to the door with a dishtowel over his shoulder...and a pocketknife in his back pocket. Just in case.

He answered the door and found a painfully earnest kid in his Navy work uniform who snapped to immediate attention.

"Commander McGarrett?"

"Yes?" Steve replied, sounding a little wary.

"Special Operator 2nd Class Junior Reigns. It's an honor to meet you, sir," the infant replied.

God, had Steve really been this young at one point? "Nice to meet you, Junior," Steve replied. "Please relax. I'm, um, I'm not on Teams anymore." And that only sort of killed him to say. Progress! "What can I do for you?"

"Uh, my Master Chief David Lange always spoke very highly of you," Junior said with a hopeful smile.

"David Lange?" Steve chuckled a little self-consciously. Lange had been at the bar in Annapolis a few weeks ago. This felt like a subtle (for SEALs) intervention, getting checked on by a younger version of himself. At least it wasn't an intervention from Dick Pic Scott. Steve would never get over that.

"He's your master chief? He was my dive buddy," Steve said with what he hoped didn't look like a slightly awkward smile.

"He mentioned that," Junior said with a much less awkward smile. "He says you're the best."

"Well, don't believe everything David Lange says," Steve said, running his hand through his hair. "When you headed back downrange?"

"Actually, sir, I just processed out," Junior said, and his earnestness increased tenfold.

Steve knew exactly what Lange was trying now, but he had to confirm it. "Well... Special Operator 2nd Class Junior Reigns, I gotta say, I'm intrigued as to why you're standing on my porch this morning."

"I heard about the task force you run and, you know," Junior said, "the type of work you do, and... well, to tell you the truth, I need a job."

Of course he did. "Ahh," Steve said, nodding and praying for Danny to come rescue him.

[OOC: For Danny, who will not rescue him.]

thatwaslucky

Fandom thought it was being funny.

Rey had gone down to the laundry room to wash her bedding. All was well. Then she came back down to take it out of the dryer, pulled out her sheets… then more sheets… a comforter that she hadn't put in there… more sheets… What had gone into the dryer was a perfectly normal amount of laundry, and what came out was a clown car's worth of bedding.

What she was left with was a ridiculous amount of things that had just appeared mixed in with her actual stuff, and it actually felt like less work to get it up to the second floor than to sort through it in the laundry room. So that's what she did. She got it to her apartment, looked at the mess and decided she really didn't want to put anything/everything away right now.

Instead, she ended up being inspired to pull her furniture together to create an extension to the dining room table, which she used to create a fort with the copies amounts of sheets and pillows and duvets she'd pulled out of the machine, until she ended up with the fluffiest, coziest pillow fort possible.

Then she took a picture and sent it to Adrian, with a text reading, If you're free tonight, dress comfortably. Sometimes you had to use the island's weirdness for good.

[For he who is named in the post!]

mustbeawitch

Yes, the Supper Club had been here before, but Lydia had recently read something about it being the American author the tavern was associated with's birthday or somesuch, and, well, the tavern had gone over quite well the first time around. Nothing wrong with a little festive moment for someone you didn't even know!

So Lydia had sent the missives around, hoping they got to who they needed to get to, and now here she was, waiting for her friends to arrive.

Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

deathsmajesty

The third week of classes and Liliana was only just now having her first office hours. Still, she was certain that if anyone truly needed to reach out to her for some reason or another, they could have. It was not a particularly large island, after all.

Still, the door was open (unless she had a particular visitor, ahem), and she was present, even if she was more concerned with touching up her manicure than anything academics-related. That could change when someone bothered to stop by and not before.

deathsmajesty

Liliana arrived on Lorwyn in a chilly swirl of inky black vapor--and immediately gasped at what she saw. It was night. On Lorwyn. It was never night on Lorwyn! Lorwyn existed in perpetual midsummer and eternal daytime; there was dawn, noon, and dusk, but the sun never actually set. Each day began when the sun grazed the eastern horizon and ending as it grazed the western. There would be a final flash of light, and the sun would once again start rising on the east.

The bedroom in her old tower had been in the center of the edifice with absolutely no windows, for fairly obvious reasons.

And yet, here it was. Not just dusk, but full dark. Above her was a darkened sky with stars, though there was no moon. Rather than the deep forests and rolling plains that she remembered, the whole plane seemed devoid of greenery at all; there were swamps and fens, with barren tree branches clawing at the sky. Normally, she was all for swamps and fens, but this was...this was...she wasn't sure what the hell this was, actually. A chill wind blew and Liliana shivered. She had never shivered on Lorwyn before; she'd never needed to. But gone was the warmth of summer, there was a bite to the air that suggested winter was on its way.

Winter. In Lorwyn. What was this Multiverse coming to?

There was only one thing to do: return to Glen Elendra and ask Queen Oona what in the Abyss had happened here--and if she needed her Left Hand to deal with it.

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