33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Afternoon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"Eliot, this isn't funny anymore."

He hadn't come back yesterday. He still wasn't responding to texts. And Margo had no idea why, besides the dawning terror that Fillory had gotten its hooks in him again and left her behind.

So now she was here, curled up into herself and tiny on the stairs, begging into the phone. If she hadn't had this entire stupid big house to herself, if there had been anyone who could see her, she'd-- She'd not be here like this. It was humiliating.

"Come on, El," she mumbled into the phone. "Talk to me. Please. Let me know where you are."

But no. It just went to fucking voicemail.

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Should Jon be here? Probably not. But Eliot was a friend, and radio had said he was missing, and, well...Right. He should help as much as he could, little as that was.

So here he was, knocking on the door. Praying Margo wouldn't kill him before he even said anything.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"El?"

Margo shot to her feet, racing down the stairs, to the front door, and--

"Oh. It's you."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Er...yes, sorry. Eliot still isn't back, then."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

"No, he's not," Margo said. A little sharp. A little wobbly. "Why? Do you know where he is? Did you eat him? I swear if you ate him I'm going to shove my heel up your ass until it goes all the way through--"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"No!" Jon protested. "No, I...that's why I...I wanted to let you know that I...I looked for him, everywhere I could, and I...I don't see him. So...so he's not lying hurt or...well, he's not anywhere here. I didn't know if that, um. If it might help you find him."

Jon was kind of shit at comforting, but he hoped he could at least be useful.

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo stared at him.

Was it staring? Her eye was big and her face looked-- desperate? Desolate? Both?

"Shit, what if he's in Fillory?" she whispered. "Fuck."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"I, um. I'm not sure I'd be able to tell." Please don't be upset, Margo, it was unsettling and Jon didn't know what to do if you weren't being snarky and angry.

"But, um. There are other people missing, too. So...so it might just be a Fandom thing."

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

A Fandom thing.

Well. At least Margo was beginning to claw her way back to the angry. “A Fandom thing,” she growled. “What in the name of Cheese Panda fuckery is happening, Jon?”

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon tried. He reached out in that way he hated and actively tried again to see where Eliot was. He pushed the Eye as far as he could.

And eventually had to wince and say his least favorite words at the moment. "I don't know."