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[endlessflask]

fuck
Seriously?
I need to get dressed but I'll come get you


are they open?

[gossipkinesis]

What do you mean you need to get dressed? Did you show up naked?

Probably.

[endlessflask]

I've been here a month
I was sleeping
I'm not undressed I'm just not dressed for going out in public

things are fucking weird I can't stop sleeping, I'll explain in person

get me 2 scoops of cookie dough in a waffle cone <3

[gossipkinesis]

[ she's taking this all in stride because it's just a dream. eliot is alive and not stuck behind a monster because this is a dream. and eventually she'll have to wake up, right? this is some kind of fucking stupid spell gone wrong.

A month... Is that how much time passed when she was stuck in her own body without memories? ]

I knew the monster was powerful but I didn't think he could do world-building dream shit.

You're kidding me, right? We don't know how much time we have until he cuts this shit out.

[endlessflask]

This isn't monster shit this is something else. q and Josh aren't from the same time, Q only knows I shot the monster he doesn't know what happened after.

I TOLD YOU ITS FUCKED UP

I'll tell you in person I need to find the bunny before it eats Josh's drugs

[gossipkinesis]

Okay then hurry your ass up because I'm pretty sure you don't know what you're talking about.

Just put it in a bathtub.

[endlessflask]

you can't just show up and tell me i don't know what I'm talking about

it's fine I think it's under Quentin's bed we'll get it later because you're staying here obviously. We'll talk about it in person. Are you getting my ice cream

[ Eliot hastily puts on clothes he deems appropriate to be outside in and hustles, as much as Eliot ever hustles, to the ice cream parlor. ]

[gossipkinesis]

Since when?

Hey, if you want to clean up it's crap, that's on you. I'll get your ice cream whenever you get here.

[endlessflask]

[ As soon as Eliot sees her, he pulls her into a tight hug, because honestly he didn't know when he'd see her again and this is the best thing that can happen to him. ]

Holy shit, it's actually you. [ He pauses. Is it actually her? ] Right? Say something only Margo would know.

[gossipkinesis]

[ Hug definitely accepted and returned. She didn't think she'd ever have her Eliot back again and just the way he looks, the hug, it tells her that at least in this dream scenario, he's Eliot.

At his demand, she snorts: ] One time in Ibiza, we competed to fuck Prince Harry but it turned out we were just wasted and it was just some random ginger. And in the end, we both lost. [ Because he was just some random ginger.]

[endlessflask]

[ In hindsight, asking for something only Margo would know seems stupid, because this place put on a play about his past that no one knows. But there's something so quintessentially Margo in her reply that he knows it's her. ]

Honestly I barely remember that but it sounds like us.

[ Sorry, he's just going to hug her again. ]

I feel shitty saying I'm glad to see you because this place is warped, but. I'm glad to see you.

[gossipkinesis]

Well, I don't feel shitty saying it: I'm fucking glad to see you. [ Prolonging the hug for a bit longer.]

[endlessflask]

[ Sorry, Quentin. You're great and all but Margo's his best bitch. ]

We're in a dreamscape. That's what everyone told me when I got here. People don't know what's going on with our bodies apart from the fact that we're asleep. There's fucking - Harry Potter people here, Margo. And kids who think it's the Eighties. And a clown almost ate me last month.

[ He yawns as he tries to give her the quick and dirty rundown of Deerington. ]

Now we're all just ... Tired. Cryptic messages on doors. It's fucked. It's super, fucking fucked. Ice cream?

[gossipkinesis]

[ She takes everything he says in and sort of gives him a flat, disbelieving look.]

And you're sure we're not stuck in some kind of back-fired spell that Quentin did? This sounds like the crap he'd do to "bring us all together" or something. [ Team unity and all that shit.]

Enough about ice cream, El. What have you done to try and get back home? [ Except as soon as she says it, she realizes a part of her would rather be with him here than back home dealing with the monster.]

[endlessflask]

I honest to God said the exact same thing to him. That this might be his fault. Which makes no sense because we were already all together as far as he's concerned.

[ Listen, they're eating ice cream, because Eliot got here and he wants it and that's the end of it. He shuffles her inside. ]

I don't think Quentin even knows we ended up saving magic. He was so shocked there was magic here that there's no way he could have cast anything - And he's not powerful enough to accidentally blow timelines out of the water.

[ He's glad, at least, that Margo's more or less from the same spot in time as him. She knows the Monster has him, but Eliot isn't sure exactly how time passed while he was trapped inside his own mind. ]

You don't get back home. People have tried. The only way you go is if you wake up but no one knows why or how that happens, either. Like I said. Fucked up.

[gossipkinesis]

Yeah, well... We'll see about that. [ about if this is Quentin's fault or not. About if they can get home or not. Margo isn't one to give up so easily, not that she assumes that Q, Josh and El have. They just didn't have her here.

She's better than them. Sorry.]

Fucked up. So why are you craving ice cream so badly? Are you high?

[endlessflask]

[ He's just sort of obligated to defend Quentin a little bit. Josh is on his own. Eliot raises his eyebrows at her. ]

I want ice cream because we're here and this place is a shithole. Might as well enjoy something while I'm here.

[ He's getting Margo a cone with rocky road. Deal with it. Ice creams in hand, he sits himself at one of the tables. ]

You're moving in with us, right? There's not really enough bedrooms but I'd share mine with you.

[gossipkinesis]

[ Margo is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, still fresh off of being new here. She's ready to fight this shit because it can't be real, right? It has to be some piece of crap magic. She swears to gods though, if the Sandman is real...

She accepts the cone and sits with him though.]

Moving in where, exactly?

[endlessflask]

Josh has a house here. It’s actually surprisingly charming, which isn’t what I expected from Josh. But life’s full of surprises.

[ He finds a big chunk of cookie dough in his ice cream, chewing it while he keeps talking. ]

It’s probably better you move in.

[gossipkinesis]

[ Her eyebrow perks at that.] Hoberman has a "charming" house? [ Actually, it's not that surprising. He's the type to have a "humble abode" with a garden for all his drugs.] It makes sense, actually.

Why is it better that I move in? Will we be sharing bunk beds?

[endlessflask]

[ Don’t make him actually show he cares, Margo. You know he hates that. ]

Because last month I was being hunted by a monster clown and if I had been on my own I’d probably be dead. If you decided to live somewhere else and something happened -

[ Eliot catches some dripping ice cream before it splats on his hand, readjusting the napkin around his cone. ]

No bunks. If you want your own room I can bully Quentin into sharing his with me.

[gossipkinesis]

[ If he didn't sound so traumatized describing it, she would have questioned him further or laughed about it. But even in his attempt to play it cool, she can see right through him more than anyone.]

Or do you just want to share with Quentin anyway?

[endlessflask]

Obviously. But according to him, he likes me “like that but this place is crazy.”

[ It’s fine. Eliot’s used to this shit happening to him, and he’s here to enjoy his ice cream. Thank you very much. ]

And if you weren’t convinced this place is warped, they made me the high school guidance counsellor.

[gossipkinesis]

What the fuck does that even mean? [ ALL THE SCOFFS. after she has one lick of ice cream, she's more focused on gossip right now.]

You're kidding...

[endlessflask]

I don’t know what it means. I killed my previous boyfriend so I think my relationship expertise is lacking.

[ God, it feels good to just sit here and talk like this. He appreciates that he and Margo can fall into things as easily as if nothing ever got in the way. ]

I’m not kidding. I’m in charge of advising the youth of Deerington. Who the fuck decided that was a good idea? I’d quit but I also have zero job skills and I need the money. [ A pause. ] This is my first job.

[ Holy shit. ]