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( don't get him wrong, penny's really glad that he's not dying of some super cancer in a hospital bed while his friends stand around him, looking like they're going to fall apart.

he likes the second chance he has here even if it's a second chance that comes with apparent fucking monster attacks and crashing on quentin coldwater's couch. penny knows that it could be worse.

but that still doesn't mean he wants to get a fucking job. he hadn't really needed one back home, too enmeshed with the trials and tribulations of the magic world to need to fill out an application to stand in front of some dumbass person and listen to them bitch and moan about their lives.

but that's exactly what he's having to do here because magic doesn't work and he needs money.

he's been standing outside of quentin's apartment building for about twenty minutes now, waiting on his companion in job hunting to fucking hurry up and get ready.

he's giving her five more minutes before he leaves her here to do this on her own. )

[ living in the ex-vampire house is nice and all but penny's not the only one keen to strike out on his own. margo's very into threesomes but being the third wheel has never been something she loves.

and if penny moves out, that's what she'll be.

so job hunting it is, although she wonders if there's any wisdom to going with Penny who might murder any chances they have at getting a job with his... abrasive charm. she almost misses 23 because at least he was pussy-whipped into being less surly.

so yeah, she's slowing him down but that's because she's trying to look as fucking great as she can to counterbalance whatever sass Penny decides to throw out. she comes outside, tucking her hands into her back pockets.] Okay, let's do this shit.

( when margo finally appears, penny breathes a sigh of relief and rolls his eyes. he's not really all that surprised because margo is margo and of course she'd take her fucking time but he's impatient and he'd wanted to get this shit done.

he waits till she's come up beside him before he starts walking, using his longer stride to make her try and keep up because he's an asshole sometimes.

okay, most of the time. )

You know where you want to look? ( had either of them done any research before setting out on this trip? penny had heard quentin talking about the various positions available but it had kind of gone in one year and out the other. )

Fast food is what you want, isn't it? ( she'd be perfect in that role. really, she would. )

[ most of the time but she doesn't give a fuck if he's in a mood (as always), she'll continue to do things her way.

at his question, she snorts.] I'm not a fucking snob and without magic, we're a little out of luck in terms of job experience. [ that being said, she isn't keen on smelling like fry oil.]

Bartender or something. [ there was also vr sex work she'd heard about... ] I also saw courier jobs or a gallery assistant job. [ she'd done some research because she's margo fucking hanson.]

( well, at least she's got some ideas. one of his first ideas had been to leech off quentin for as long as he could but he's pretty sure that would get him tossed out and he'd rather not end up living somewhere he's not familiar with.

so, he tossed that idea pretty quick. bartender's not a bad idea except he'd rather not have to listen to people dump their issues on him just because he was there. )

You have any experience in bartending? ( honest question. ) Or is this all something you're gonna try and learn on the fly?

( the courier job might not be bad depending on what he was expected to deliver. )

I mean, I've Coyote Ugly-ed a few bars and I'm best friends with Eliot, that's enough bartending experience. [ she shrugs.] Although I have a feeling everyone's a bartender here. [ and she's not wrong.]

So, why aren't you with Eliot, letting him get you a job wherever he works?

( penny hadn't really asked him and eliot hadn't offered. that kind of relationship worked really well for them, obviously. )

Maybe he needs a sidekick.

( were you a sidekick, margo? )

Because I'm not a sidekick, not that there's anything wrong with them. [ she's not going stop on sidekicks, sidekicks are sometimes the best part of whatever thing they are in.]

I'm surprised you're not happy with mooching.

I am happy with mooching but I'm also bored as fuck.

( at least back home, he could mooch but someone was always getting into some shit that needed him to swoop in for a rescue or an assist or something.

that wasn't really the case here. )

You figured out your new fancy power yet? ( because he hasn't. )

MARGO. IN ONE WORLD HITLER HAD A HORCRUX AND WAS A MAGICIAN.

Of fucking course Hilter was a magician, it's the only way that explains why anyone would listen to that fucking loser.

Now I'm thinking ours totally was too. Probably not the horcrux but a magician. Too bad Dean Fogg isn't here to ask, he probably knows all the dirt.

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[ It's not a message when it comes - it's her father's voice in her head, blunt and overpowering any other thought. ]

My study.

[ She knows that voice, that tone, that type of message. Margo was a fairly obedient child growing up, so that tone has only been used on her a few times. The last time was when she was young, when she'd been caught stealing very expensive, ceremonial wine from the kitchens.

It's been years since she's heard it and she shivers. But she isn't going to rebel against it and maybe, just maybe, she has an inkling what this is about.

She doesn't respond, she just... makes her way to his study, knocking on the door when she arrives.]

Come in.

[ Short, to the point. Entry will find Stephen sat behind his desk, past the armchairs and the hearthrug and the deceptive warmth of a lit fireplace. His eyes are lowered to some papers, and he doesn't raise them even once she'd passed through the door and into his space.

Let her wait. Or let her start it, if she's feeling brave. Silence so often has more to say than speech. ]

[ When she was younger, this sort of summons would have made her cower and tremble, if only because she was so desperate for his approval and not to disappoint him.

But as an adult, as she enters his study and closes the door behind her, she feels a prickle of annoyance at the way he doesn't bother looking up. As a child, she didn't understand that this was all part of his dance, of his power. Now, she does.

But still, she feels the need to defer to him, she feels itchy with guilt even though she isn't completely sure what this is about. She makes her way towards his desk, stopping just in front of it, her hands held at her front.]

You summoned me-- [ The defiant words slip out before she can stop them. So she swallows and tries to correct her course.] Have I done something to upset you?

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[ A raise of his brow - he almost smiles, but squashes it down.

She's been growing beyond him lately. Busting the seams of the child he raised, uncomfortable with the fit. He's noticed. Yennefer's noticed too, made mention of it more than once, and he's always made light— but he knows. Whether she'll ever fully discard his template remains to be seen, but for as long as he's still her father she'll have to contend with where she came from.

He sets down his pen and pays her his full attention. ]

No. But you're in the process of doing something that concerns me.

[ It's true, that she's become less afraid of losing his respect. She has met (and she thinks, exceeded) his every expectation of her. She knows because of that, she's on the track to becoming a Cardinal someday.

But she isn't a child anymore, she has to carve her own path and she's beginning to understand that truth more than ever, now that she's started to grow out of being indulgent and hedonistic. Falling in love has some part in that.

She meets his gaze easily now, her lips press together for a moment before her eyebrows lifting to question what he means.] What is that?

[ Hm. Wilful ignorance, plain ignorance, or defiance?

Let's get straight into it, then. ]

Sébastien le Livre has been climbing the ladder for as long as he's had feet to stand on. What would you say is the utmost rung?

[ When playing cards, Margo's poker face second to none, something she inherited from her father. But in the face of her father and the name of her lover on his lips, she cannot school her features perfectly: her eye flutters just a little.]

Cardinal. [ She answers truthfully, her hands slide onto her hips and her chin tilts up just a little in defiance.] I know who he is, where he comes from and his ambitions. You raised me not to go into things blindly. And if you think I didn't do my own research then... I didn't realize you had so little faith in my competence.

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[ His demeanour shifts. Some of the patience in the looseness of his posture fall away with the subtlest straightening of his spine. ]

Don't insult me, Margo.

[ He knows how he raised her. Accusing him of thinking her short-sighted on something as basic as looking into anyone she's becoming entangled with is to question the fundamentals of that upbringing. To know her position in the world, and to always walk into things with her eyes wide open.

Though perhaps not quite open enough. Perhaps being the key word. It's why his anger had burnt quickly and then sputtered out when Yennefer tried to make it about Margo's failings. They're not set in stone yet, le Livre's character not given enough time to show itself fully. He'd not been angry with Margo, he'd just been... well. Pulling the disappointment card is truly tearing a page from his own book.

Frustrated, maybe. ]

And when you took to him, did you choose to overlook the fact that I was the Cardinal he aspired to be recognised by or were you using it to your advantage?

[ It doesn't matter the relationship they have now. When it started, she was either ignorant, the user or the used. ]

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[ He demands that she not insult him and yet, here he is, insulting her. Her posture shifts to match is, she stands, somehow, even straighter than before, her arms crossing over her chest as she glowers at him.]

I knew exactly what he wanted when I took him to my bed, what he thought he could gain from being with me. I wanted something from him as well. [ She says matter-of-factly. It was no secret that Margo took on a fair share of casual lovers. It was the norm for a person her age to be so indulgent, to seek pleasure in many forms.

At least, that was what she'd been doing until things got serious with Sebastien. She'd had every intention on discarding him as soon as he bored her but the problem is... he hasn't. And she's starting to realize that she doesn't think he ever will.]

I made it clear to him quickly that he would not get those things from me. [ God, she wants a drink.] Have I ever asked you for a favor on his behalf? Have I ever even so much as mentioned his name to you? You ask me not to insult you but you're standing there insulting me by insinuating that I'm naive enough not to know the allure of my connection to you. That I'm not aware that there are assholes out there who would try to use me to get to you and what you have. I've dealt with them my whole life, father.

[ And, quick as it came, that tension eases out of him on a breath. This is why Yennefer's attitude towards his daughter rankles him - because she's capable. She knows exactly who she is, and how much bigger than herself her life must be by necessity of her parentage.

A raise of his brows and a settling back into his seat signifies his defeat, his readiness to be over with the whole thing. More specifically over with dragging Margo over the coals. Le Livre deserved the conversation they'd had. His daughter does not deserve this one.

Better that he's plain with the rest. ]

I've explained to him that he'll receive no endorsement from me, and that you'll not have my support to raise him up when you've the power to. That's up to you, if he remains long enough for that decision to be made, but any ties he may have hoped to have with me have been severed.

[ At the root. In this one thing, Margo is no longer a path to her father. ]

[ For all the ridiculous things she does for entertainment, she has never once purposefully done something to put her father's reputation or power at risk. She would never.

And soon enough she will be forced to prove that.

For now, she has no plans on giving him up and she was ready to fight for that, fight her father on it if he had pushed it. But it seems he's ready to move on and she knows when to back off and considers this a victory for herself. Her arms fall back down to her sides, her way of yielding.]

There's a reason I have kept my affair with him quiet instead of flaunting it for all to see. [ Like she usually does.

Her expression softens, her gaze lowering for a moment as her lips quirk just enough to betray the tender emotion she feels. She wants to tell Stephen that Sebastien is a good man beneath all his ambition but she isn't sure that would much to sway him. So she just adds: ] He makes me happy.

[ Still his words register after she speaks and she lets out a breath, looking up at him.] Wait, please tell me you didn't drag him in here and proverbially make him watch you polish your shotgun. [ Of course he did, it's part of the template and yet, there's a part of her that feels grateful to have her father looking out for her even if she also feels a surge of protectiveness towards Sebastien as well.]

[How can Jon say what he wants to say? He barely knows Margo, yet she seems so knowing. In that other life, he had known her well — more than that, he had betrayed her in a way that he would never betray anyone now.

He doesn’t know if she cares, or if there’s any way he can make it up to her, or if she would want him to. Still — ]

How are you, Margo?

I'm okay, Jon.

That shit was fucked, huh?

[She can’t see him laugh, but her response puts him in a easier mood.]

Aye. That’s a good way of putting it. Here, too, but not in the same way. That man might be a part of me, but I am not him. The only part of his life that feels like a loss was that he knew you well once, and I don’t now. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend to you. Whether I was better or worse than someone else then doesn’t matter to me, only that I wasn’t what I should have been.

You don't need to apologize for someone who isn't really you. There were parts of Margo Strange that were like me but she still wasn't like me either.

And maybe we can untangle the fucked up story this place fed to us.

I would like that. Quentin is my friend, and yours. And now I think of you as my friend, but I know that in truth, I hardly know you. I’d like to change that. I also want you to know that you have my aid, if you ever need it. Might be that you won’t, but the offer is there.

I'd offer my help but here I can't do shit besides drink. I don't have my magic.

But speaking of drinking, we can always get a drink.

[ if fourth wall was allowed, she'd be your biggest fan, jon snow. ]

We can. I am at Red Wings right now. Somewhere else might be better.

[He only really knows the Margo of the Aerie. He doesn't think Red Wings is good enough for her any more than he's sure that it would be good enough for Sansa, for all the protestations he would expect her to make to the contrary.]

@ quentin.coldwater has mentioned you.

Hey.

Just FYI, Penny's gone.

Also I maybe accidentally broke some things in the living room. Coffee machine is fine!

[ fuck ]

let's get drunk.

YEP thanks.

I just figured out I have new powers. Telekinesis? Thus: the living room.

oh, i thought you were just pissed and knocked over a lamp.

how did you get new powers

APPARENTLY, we have Gold powers???? I know Lance said that the Kestrels were showing them, but I guess it's not just them.
Really shitty time to figure out.

what the fuck does "gold powers" mean?

So our normal powers make us glow blue. Because the Blue god is a piece of us.

These ones make our eyes glow yellow. Possibly because the Gold god felt like it? Legit have no idea on this one.

i hate it here.

It's not the WORST afterlife but it's not the BEST afterlife, true.

too bad that penny isn't here to show you the ropes of your power, it's gotta be similar principles.

Yeah first time I've done anything like that without a spell, which is why it was a lot too quick.

Can I hug you I'll bring food and lots of booze.

I'm on my way home. After I shower so I don't smell like river water, you can hug me and give me booze.

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