Pick Your Poison, Monday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Parties, Margo could do. Family get togethers? Fuck, that shit got awkward. Sure, Lecter’s Thanksgiving thing didn’t involve her family at all, but it still had her thinking.

She didn’t like it.

“Ya know what? I’m just not gonna think about the holiday,” she said to the bath bomb in her hand. None of them had acted up since last week, but who fucking knew, right?

She picked up her phone, leaning back in her seat behind the counter. “There’s gotta be someone out there who knows some bath product magic, right?”

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Don't bother the woman with the eyepatch.

Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

She’s discovering some fascinating things about the magical properties of soap.

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

what kind of potion gives turkeys teeth?

This wasn't a riddle. Eliot really wanted to know.

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

I dunno do I look like Josh to you?

The fuck did Margo know about potions?

unless this is you getting into the dad jokes early, in which case cut it out

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

jesus no

There was a long pause as one of the turkeys managed to snatch the broom from Eliot's hand.

just having trouble figuring out an antidote without getting eaten

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo stared at that text for a second.

Fuck it. This deserved a call.

She called.

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

It took several moments for Eliot to answer, and when he did there was a great deal of fumbling and . . . shrieking? . . . before he actually managed to get the phone to his ear.

"This island isn't funny anymore, Margo."

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“What in the name of trussed up Thanksgiving Jesus is happening, El?” Margo demanded. None of that sounded good. Shit.

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

"You know how people say birds are dinosaurs?" Eliot asked, because explanations were for other people. "I have proof -- no! No! Stop that! Crap, I'm out of brooms."

He should maybe try to explain at least a little.

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Jesus christ, Eliot, give her something to work with. “Do you need me to prep a combat spell and come over there?”

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

"I want to say no, but --" More fumbling and squawking, and a distant fuck, I liked those shoes! before he got the phone back to his ear again. "-- honestly, either that or send me a broadsword and I might have a chance."

Re: Talk to Margo

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Fucking shitballs, just hang on in there,” Margo growled, getting to her feet. “I’ll be right there.”

Re: Talk to Margo

[existencemisspent]

"No rush," Eliot said, in a tone that said that rushing would be appreciated.

Then he put the phone down so he could at least Force Push away the turkey currently gnawing on his left shoe.

OOC

[not_a_goddamn_princess]