From 33 Apocalypse Ave to... Elsewhere, Tuesday Noon

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

They were finally going to do this shit.

Margo had found a bank. She'd cased the bank, like a pro. She'd checked and made damn sure there weren't any anti-Magician traps she had to worry about. (There were advantages to being locked out of her own universe. She was taking advantage of them.)

Now?

Now she and Irene just needed to work out a game plan.

She'd made cocktails, she'd ordered in take out, she'd spread the map across the table. There was nothing to do but lounge on her sofa with a martini in hand, waiting for her partner in crime to show up.

Fuck yeah.

[[ for irene, and a mad slowplay escapade based on The Magicians season 3 episode 3, 'The Losses of Magic'. TW for sexual assault references. ]]

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

The captain stood in the next room, a large open space within the ship that, on its far end, held a large tree. Within the tree sat a large, visible cavity, which pulsed gently with red light, as if it was beating. Not far from the tree stood a comfortable chaisse lounge, and their new… pirate friend gestured for them to sit.

Margo’s eye flicked to Tick, who nodded, and then skittered back up the stairs.

She looked to Irene, then, and opened her mouth–

“Queen Margo the Destroyer, my king.”

The woman who followed their pirate was tall, and had great cheekbones, and dark hair tied back into a series of ornate braids. She wore many medallions, and a long sleeveless coat with a high collar.

As soon as her eyes fell on Margo, they flared with interest.