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Miguel, with the help of Mack, Mia, and Carlos, was able to put up decorations and flyers all over the inn telling about Dia De Los Muertos. Carlos had helped make the food for the offrendas that people wanted to put up. There were picado banners strung between the temple door and some tables around it. He had set up his ofrenda outside of the temple and of course with Vax's help got the area inside the temple all cleaned up and special if people wanted to go inside and put little welcoming and celebrations of their friends or family that have left there instead of outside.

He very carefully lit a couple of the candles on his table once the sun went down. Miguel had been able to find some marigolds and with permission, picked a few to put the petals around his area. He had a picture of his family that had arrived in his egg and a picture of Scanlan on his phone. Miguel didn't know how to print it off to use it so he had his phone on his ofrenda, with the picture up. Sure his friend had gone home rather than to the Land of the Dead, but he was gone from the inn so that counted. At least it did in Miguel's mind.

His guitar was tucked in his lap where he sat cross legged by a plate of sugar skulls and began to play what he'd been playing this time last year with his little sister and family. Proud Corazon.

Dante sat next to Miguel, with an eye toward the food. He was tempted, but he didn't. He knew how much this meant to Miguel and the others here. He wondered with the veil so thin, if others would be able to see him as the Spirit Guide he was, or if he would look like a Xolo dog still to them.

st_huntermom

Mary was helping Caroline with providing the sweets for the party - cupcakes, cookies, Rice Krispies, and a bunch of other things. There was 'real food' provided by the restaurant. there were alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks all themed for the event of Halloween and there is even music to. Caroline's decorating skills where again proven as the entire space looked as if it had been turned into Halloweentown.

Mary's at the last tray of cupcakes that look like they had spiders on them down on the table and sighed. Her work for the party was done and now she can relax. She was already in costume with some blue and pink streaks in her hair and a t-shirt that hung up one shoulder that had a skull in the front. Her makeup was indicative of a punk rocker and she even had a fake nose ring on. Now all she had to hope was that Hathaway was going to keep up his end of the bargain or else she might look up at silly.

st_ayedhidden

( Attempted Apology from Annie )

st_ratagem

It was arrival day, and therefore it was possible that there would be new inmates arriving at any time. Someone else might have delayed this until some other day, but for Loki the prospect of new people was simply a bonus. New arrivals tended to be confused and upset already, any consideration from him was unlikely to change that, so he didn't plan on displaying any. He'd already raided empty rooms and moved much of their furniture into the hallways, that was enough general consideration for one day.

Instead, he took a seat on the front desk (ignoring Darryl, who also ignored him) and wove a spell that would let him be heard by everyone in the Inn. "Good morning, fellow residents. It's been a quiet few weeks, hasn't it?" All the weeks, barring undead invasion, tended to be quiet here. It wasn't exactly maddening, but Loki had spent two months being quiet and exceptionally well-behaved, for him.

"To break the monotony, I give to all of you a rousing game of The Floor Is Lava. For those of you who may not know it, it's a descriptive name. When I call time, the floor will become lava. If you touch it, you will die. Metaphorically, at least, so take this seriously." Those who sincerely wished not to play would have no difficulty; the lava was an illusion, and any 'reality' to it depended on belief or buy-in. For those who sincerely didn't want to play, the floor would simply look odd. This was fun mischief, not viciousness. "Also, because I know some people need encouragement in order to engage with fun, the spell creating the lava has been broken and invested into several individual runes and hidden around the Inn, discoverable only by those playing the game. The lava ends when all of those runes are disrupted - you win - or when no one is left alive to disrupt them and I win." That was only sensible. There was no reason to continue playing a game when no one else was playing it.

"Furniture only, staircase railings are fine. No books, no bags, no cloth, the dead can't speak but if they wish to continue playing they may come back as a lava monster under my dominion." Even in games, there were fates worse than death. "Lava monsters may do as they please, including trying to pull the 'living' into the lava. Should there be a clear non-me winner somehow, I'll owe that person a favor of their choice, at some point in the future."

Did that cover everything? It seemed like it, but he could always make another announcement if he had to. "The floor becomes lava in ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two...." He spaced out the countdown enough to make sure that everyone who wanted to scramble for furniture high ground was easily able to do so.

"...One." Loki released the spell and the floors everywhere in the Inn (for those who believed it or at least bought in to the game) turned to churning hot lava.

st_rongliketeflon

( Liz tells Maria about what happened with Brad and Peter )

st_opsummoningme

( Illyana and Kitty pregame the art sale with some complicated feels... )

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The library would have made more sense. And felt all wrong. So Illyana had agreed to Kitty's suggestion of having an impromptu art show of Piotr's work in the Copper Cafe. Perhaps 'art sale' would be more technically correct, though something of a misnomer when no money or trade would be expected. Illyana wasn't keeping Piotr's many works, was the point, but destroying them or shutting them away never to be seen again would have felt sacrilegious in its own right. The best solution would be for other residents to come take away some of Piotr's artwork and keep it for their own enjoyment. If they could remember her brother in such a way... Or if they could at least find in his artistic renderings some piece of beauty that he must have intended to express. That seemed fitting.

It was also a socially acceptable place to drink, which was absolutely relevant to their interests. They spent a good hour arranging canvases on the walls and propping them up against the booths and stools, laying out sketchbooks and drawings (save a few special items), passing a bottle of vodka liberally between them all the while. That done, Illyana updated her previous journal entry announcing Piotr's departure to invite everyone to stop by, and the pair of them settled in more than a bit drunkenly to recount their favorite Piotr stories as they waited.

Tag Kitty or Illyana under their TL. We're not dictating every work of art available - as long as it's not too crazy a subject, please assume your character can find something of interest to their taste!

st_recuerdame

It had taken some time from the attacks but Miguel was slowly coming back to the happy go lucky kid he was when he first arrived. That had to do with his personality and the musical project he had thought about with Curnen. However, that wasn't what was occupying his mind today. That was the date. It was getting close to both his birthday (13 years old!) and Dia De Los Muertos. The festival was actually more important to him than his milestone birthday. With the departures from the inn and people that had lost family and friends in their 'real' lives it would help. Miguel firmly believed that the dead would visit wherever there was an ofrenda with their picture on it so he wanted to do that here. It would also help in his connection to his family knowing that they would be doing the same thing in their village.

Which was why he was sitting in the lobby with a couple of pieces of paper scattered on the small table in front of him that had doodles of an ofrenda like home and list of what he wanted to have in the advertisement. But, what he was currently working on was a mess in front of him. He'd been able to borrow some sugar and egg whites since there wasn't meringue powder at the inn to make a sugar skull. He was currently mixing a little bit of water at a time into the mixture to get the right feel. This was the very first time that he'd made them on his own without his abuelita's help.

He also didn't have a mold, so the skull probably wouldn't look too skull like, but he was trying!

st_opsummoningme

To: All
From: INR

Subject: Piotr Rasputin Departure

It has been brought to my attention that my brother Piotr has departed this plane in what is referred to at the inn as "checking out."

I understand that Piotr acted as a teacher, a farmer, and an artist within this community. I know that some of you will miss him. I have consented to the inclusion of his name in the memorial for the departed within the temple.

EDIT: Piotr's artwork is now available in the Copper Cafe. Kitty and I are presiding. Come take Piotr's artwork away. For free. Just come take it. Now.

st_abby

The damp, cool, chilly morning clouded with fog seemed to fit the mood about the Madonna Inn. Nobody had been quite right since the undead invasion. Definitely not Vax'ildan. But for him, it was less about their sense of day-to-day calm and safety shattered, less about undead specifically. It was a lot more to do with losing Scanlan and Pike, and the new memorials installed in the Temple.

He wondered about it, not for the first time, even as he readied for the fresh arrivals that might be coming today - or not, because they didn't always. What decided who came and went? Was there any sense in how many and when or why? Not so far as he could tell, but he'd never been the brains.

Gathering up the great heap of cloth and rope in his arms, the lean figure summoned the wings of his armor, the black of his silhouette merging with the other dark and shifting shapes skulking about in the first light of dawn. With a crouch and a lunge from the roof, he spread his wings wide and circled through the air right up to the face of the main building, unfurling the massive banner he'd sewn of spare bedsheets and painted with dark dye to tie it up taut:

WELCOME NEWCOMERS
YES, THIS MEANS YOU
NO REALLY WE'RE SURE

Life kept going on around you, no matter how confused or scared or fucked-up you were. And the best thing, the kindest thing, the sanest thing he could think to do in all this was to start up the coffee machine, stack some decorated pumpkin-shaped cookies on a platter in the lobby, and prop open the doors for whoever would join them in being confused and scared and fucked-up today.

st_randedinwinter

( Brad and Liz get stuck in a 10 minute rain pour and Brad is stupid )

st_hotflashes

Liz was starting to get better at the whole check-in day stuff. She knew she hadn't seen 'everything' yet, but she was learning from watching Kitty and Caroline and the others how to approach distressed, confused, and even angry people. It wasn't always perfect, but she was getting better.

With the help from the bakery, there were muffins on trays in the lobby - Mary had insisted. She insisted on coming in every once in a while to restock the trays too.

Liz had helped bring another tray to the front desk and then moved to sit at one of the couches that had a view of the front doors. She had a complicated science essay for Kitty due in a week and Liz was having trouble finding the right wording to express her thoughts.

Every once in a while, Liz would look up to see if there was someone knew approaching. There could be no one today or there could be a lot. Briefly, she wondered if someone else from home would show up. A part of her was curious who that would be, but she found a larger part of herself was hoping no one else would.

st_rongliketeflon

Maria decided to take a page out of Liz's book and waitress. She enjoyed the casual attire and lack of uniform. She liked she could make her own hours. She liked that she could take breaks whenever she wanted. If only real life could be like this.

She was still learning the ropes of the Madonna Inn. She knew her way around now, but the quirks of each person was still a mystery to her. Her fashion remained the same which was the 90s with hints of hippie inspiration from her mother. Today Maria wore jeans and a tank top. She brought an order out and placed it on the table. "Here you go. Hot out of the oven."

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Brad was also at the restaurant. He was working on some writing he had started when he first got here. What was first letters to his mom and brother were now stories of the Inn. The creative writing class had always been one of Bradley's favorite classes. He found writing about the Inn and the events that transpired calming in an otherwise nerve-wracking place. As he went to write on the next piece of paper, one of his full ones flew off the table and drifted away. On that paper was the beginning of the retelling of the attack on the Inn.

st_opsummoningme

Liz tries to do something nice for her Russian tutors, with mixed results.

( What have I done to deserve this? )

st_arkravinghazelnut

Trapped in the depression stage of grief regarding his place at the Inn, Tony finds some solace. In Loki. Disguised as a kitten.

[Here | Rating: PG-13 (swearing at pets) | status (completed) | No warnings]

Conspiring with Liz, Tony sets up an emotional reunion with Peter, his Spider-protege. They end up messing around with the Iron Man armor and engaging in a little testosterone-fueled mayhem.

[Here | Rating: PG-13 | status (completed) | No warnings]

Back at it with Tony / Lokitten antics, with 10x the stability. Tony tries to get work done with his little buddy, ends up gossiping instead.

[Here | Rating: PG-13 | status (completed) | No warnings]

Loki and Tony have a chat over lunch about their feelings--namely, Tony's determination to sublimate all his aggression at the trickster into gestures of goodwill and Loki's ongoing exasperation about it.

[Here | Rating: PG-13 | status (completed) | Infinity War Spoilers]

st_rongliketeflon

( Reunion )

st_aff

At the crest of the mountain, Coc'zac sat atop Nazu's head looking through a glass that Hotor held to his eye. Vokva sat beside them, little more than a pile of bones atop a pile of rocks, and Hafur paced behind them, holding the troops in check. They milled in the pre-dawn gloom, skeletons, wights, zombies, wraiths, and all manner of undead creatures. Periodically, Nazu swept the space behind them with their tail bowling over anyone who'd gotten too close.

The first pinpoint of light had Coc'zac's teeth chattering with excitement in his disembodied head. Today was the day he'd been planning for. Soon, soon the Inn and its occupants would be his. Nazu unleashed a heavy sigh tinged with poison and necrosis. Fortunately the troops were all dead already, and Coc'zac didn't have anything in the way of arms to hit them with.

It fell to Hafur to gesture the troops forward as punctuation to Coc'zac's 'rousing' speech, and together they crept through the portal, avoiding its fizzing and popping edges demarcated in what would be neon blue, if they could still see in color. They couldn't properly hear either, but they were aware of the noise and the danger it marked.

Once they were all through, the advance scouts, four bands of skeleton archers swept quietly as they could through the shadows to take up position around the main buildings, prepared to pick off anyone who exited--for example for a pre-sun jog. And once they'd settled into wary, silent waiting, occasionally interrupted by the pop of a joint or the clatter of toe bones on stone, the next wave rolled in finding shadows to hide in until the residents emerged with the wights taking point.The bone naga and three flameskulls slipped through the lobby doors and stealthed toward the offices, assuming to find the command center there.

It wasn't long before the invaders caught the notice of the residents, and then shouts began to echo through the grey light and journals filled with messages and reminders of siege plans. Several strongly worded messages urged the kids and those without weapons or fighting skills to head for the Temple where the Hallow spell would protect them from unholy undead things.

And so the battle for the Madonna Inn began...

st_hotflashes

The microscope Peter and Liz had built from scratch might not be as powerful as fancy lab ones, but it was just as good as the ones you would find in school labs and that was enough to run basic tests. Whenever things were bothering Liz, she found that throwing herself into a project or studying helped - or maybe the truth was it kept the problems away. In any case, it helped. While she had come back from camping with clarity, it had seemed to be muddled again quite quickly.

Scanlan hand on his hand to her. "This isn't going to hurt, is it?"

Liz smiled a little. "Just a little prick, I promise."

"Been called worse before." Scanlan then winced just slightly at the pin-prick as blood was taken from his finger. Liz also took a swap from his mouth.

Liz took Scanlan's sample and labelled it. She was at one of the far ends of the restaurant, closer to the doors leading out than anywhere near the kitchen. There were a few other samples labelled including her own, Alec's and Zahra's.

~~~

After she thanked him and tried to explain whatever it was she was going to do with the samples, Scanlan took his violin to the lobby outside. He'd been thinking a lot about Kaylie lately and had yet to really play the violin he bought in Europe. Today, for some reason, he felt more homesick than usual and for the first time, lifted the violin out of its case. The three foot Gnome stood, closed his eyes, and began to play the violin. It wouldn't be familiar to anyone except those who were there when he had died. It was a song he remembered hearing as Vox Machina and his daughter pulled him from death. Kaylie's song to him. Somehow, even after all this time, it was a song he remembered deeply. And so he played. He played for her.

(ooc: Tag either!)

st_ratagem

That morning, Loki had finally gotten around to the piece of paper he'd been handed along with his room key, and... well, it was definitely interesting. Apparently not checking in for two weeks in favor of scouting the Inn as a kitten meant that he'd been involuntarily assigned to 'community service' in the infirmary.

It was ridiculous. He wasn't a healer. Oh, ~~his mother~~ ~~Frigga~~ his mother had tried to teach him healing magic, and the theory had been easy enough, but barring one or two minor successes healing his brother of minor injuries, the practical had always escaped him. Eventually his mother had removed healing from his lessons, and not long after that Loki himself had stopped trying.

It was ridiculous.

It didn't matter, though, where he did his reading and thinking, and at least waving vaguely in the direction of being productive would probably very slightly soothe the fears of anyone who thought he, for example, made a habit out of flinging people out of windows. (He'd only done that once. It wasn't a habit.)

Therefore he swung by the library, relieved it of all the medical texts a quick rummage presented, hauled the books to the clininc, and staked out a desk area more or less out of the way. As nearly as he could tell, anyway; regardless, a small wall made of books hopefully separated him nicely from anyone looking for help.

st_hotflashes

Caroline and Liz had worked hard over a few weeks to gather all the materials and organize everything for the art show gallery. People had donated pieces they wished to display - some more eager than others as the girls had gone around the ask.

There were sketches and paintings from various Otherworlds by Piotr. Mack provided sketches of people at the inn as well as a few scenes from his comic book while Lillith provided her own sketches of various characters from her graphic novel with some painting that ranged from some of the high color styles of the 20th century (Fauvism, Orphism, Abstract Expressionism). Thor, too, provided similar doodles of his own. There were photographs from Peter Parker and a few water colours of landscapes by him too. Liz's contribution had been mostly sketches of plants and scenes from the inn while Caroline had found some of Maya's art work in the Lost and Found. Her work, varying in mediums and styles, were put on displays beside drawings done by Jane. In the middle of the room were displays of stone workings by Kashaw and a few detailed weapons made by Zahra.

There was finger foods provided and punch, both alcoholic and not, and there were seats set up for viewing should people wish to sit and truly take in the art. A few stations were set up around the room for participation - one with some blank easels and paint, another wither water colours, one with charcoal and a fourth with clay. The signs encouraged people to try their hand at some art themselves.

st_hotflashes

Liz had been neglecting her art lessons, but after a few days camping, she felt refreshed and really wanted to complete her latest project issued by Piotr. She still didn't feel confident with drawing people, but Piotr suggested she try to focus on the small details of plants first to pick up on the way leaves and petals and other components connect - that this might help her with the human form later.

She sat outside in the garden. Instead of on the bench itself, she sat leaning against it on the ground with her knees up and sketchbook open on her legs. She was trying to draw a lily. She was on her fifth attempt and was starting, maybe to like how it was coming out. She hadn't begun to tackle the stem and the leaves and the way it sat in the ground, but she knew to take her time with this stuff now. It didn't help that occasionally her mind wandered. The nice thing was, even if it did wander, the time away meant it didn't often wander to sad things. Liz looked more at peace today that she perhaps had in a while.

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st_recuerdame - [GP] Dia Le Los Muertos
st_huntermom - [GP] Halloween Party
st_ayedhidden - [Log] On the Advice of Iron Man
st_ratagem - [GP/EP] THE FLOOR IS LAVA
st_rongliketeflon - [log] Backdated to Oct 1st | Maria and Liz
st_opsummoningme - [EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale
st_recuerdame - Projects - Open
st_opsummoningme - Text to Everyone Re: Piotr's Departure
st_abby - [EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open
st_randedinwinter - Mistakes
st_hotflashes - [GP/EP] Check-in Day
st_rongliketeflon - [EP] Maria and Brad - OTA
st_opsummoningme - [Log] Illyana X Liz - Backdated to 8/23
st_arkravinghazelnut - [LINK DROP]
st_rongliketeflon - Log - Maria and Liz
st_aff - Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign
st_hotflashes - [EP] Cells - (OTA)
st_ratagem - [EP] Community service for some reason
st_hotflashes - Art Show (Gathering Post)
st_hotflashes - Putting Lessons to Use (Closed to Stark)

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Entries tagged with liz parker

[GP] Dia Le Los Muertos

[GP] Halloween Party

[Log] On the Advice of Iron Man

[GP/EP] THE FLOOR IS LAVA

[log] Backdated to Oct 1st | Maria and Liz

[EP] Illyana & Kitty - Rasputin Family Art Sale

Projects - Open

Text to Everyone Re: Piotr's Departure

[EP/GP] Check-In: I Assure You We Are Open

Mistakes

[GP/EP] Check-in Day

[EP] Maria and Brad - OTA

[Log] Illyana X Liz - Backdated to 8/23

[LINK DROP]

Log - Maria and Liz

Inn-world Combat: The Dread Reign

[EP] Cells - (OTA)

[EP] Community service for some reason

Art Show (Gathering Post)

Putting Lessons to Use (Closed to Stark)

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