[ margo wakes with a start, eyes fiery and angry. so pissed off that anyone would dare to fuck with her when she's in the middle of a crisis situation. josh needs her, and hospital gown and robots that look like they're far into probing any hole they can be damned, she won't go down without a fight. after all, she is not going to lose another friend that day.
put her back, it's not so huge a request is it? there's no hindrance on magic, at least not at first. she does all she can until she's struck with some kind of numbing agent, making her pass out and her abilities turning off.
she wakes up, groggy and peeking out through dark eyes, as someone reaches a hand out to her. there's no familiarity as to where she is (outside of the Up housing) or that she's stepping out of a limo, but with a grumble and smack of her hand at the offered hand, she's pulled up and out and is immediately left to her own devices.
she stumbles over to the tall building, leaning against its wall, brown waves of hair falling down over her shoulders as she brings her palms up, below her, resting in front of her chest so she can look at them. fuzzy as fuck, really. jesus, what did they give her?
her hands loosely try to twist into gestures as she tries to do magic, but her motor skills aren't ace yet. there's no one there to talk to, but her words are coming out fairly clear, at least? random and angry curses, but she doesn’t notice anyone anyway as she’s trying to process what the fuck is going on. ]
deep end ✸
[ sun's out, buns are out, and in spite of the clusterfuck of coming to an actual sex city, of everything at home, margo is going to take advantage of the weather. she's in a dark blue bikini, wavy hair up in a high ponytail, fluffy towel atop a lounging chair by the pool. cosmo in one hand, she leans over to whoever might be near her, sitting or standing, whatever gender. there's a glint in her eyes, lips pursing slightly to the side in amusement. ]
Wanna help me out? Get me slicked up with this [ a little wave of a bottle of tanning oil ] so I can really drink in these rays?
creamsicle ✸ open to a sub; imprinting/intense bonding
[ josh could make better desserts than these, she's certain, but what is life without its simple pleasures? she'll indulge too, getting an ice cream sandwich, eating it quickly, a set of small moments where she's worried about getting her clothes and hands messy rather than the storm of other shit she could contemplate.
licking her index finger clean, she breathes in and looks out over the sights, listening to the sounds, still so new and knowing she has a lot she can learn. she'd paid plenty of attention in orientation, but there's nothing quite like learning on the job, right?
the first person she spots with a line down their neck, she's approaching, reaching a hand out, grabbing onto their upper arm. ] Hey. [ soft, breathy, sweet. far sweeter than she ever usually is, and she'd be sick over how saccrahine her tone is if she wasn't in the throes of being aphro'd. ] Funny story. But. I wanna go somewhere with you. You should come with me. Where we can be alone.
network ✸ un: highkingmargo ✸ text
So what Genghis Khan wannabe motherfucker dreamed this place up, and where can I find him? I just wanna talk.
[ ooc: margo's canon point is 4.04 before she sleeps with josh. please hit me up at illusen or with a PM if you have any questions at all! ]
Margo Hanson | The Magicians | Dominant
[ margo wakes with a start, eyes fiery and angry. so pissed off that anyone would dare to fuck with her when she's in the middle of a crisis situation. josh needs her, and hospital gown and robots that look like they're far into probing any hole they can be damned, she won't go down without a fight. after all, she is not going to lose another friend that day.
put her back, it's not so huge a request is it? there's no hindrance on magic, at least not at first. she does all she can until she's struck with some kind of numbing agent, making her pass out and her abilities turning off.
she wakes up, groggy and peeking out through dark eyes, as someone reaches a hand out to her. there's no familiarity as to where she is (outside of the Up housing) or that she's stepping out of a limo, but with a grumble and smack of her hand at the offered hand, she's pulled up and out and is immediately left to her own devices.
she stumbles over to the tall building, leaning against its wall, brown waves of hair falling down over her shoulders as she brings her palms up, below her, resting in front of her chest so she can look at them. fuzzy as fuck, really. jesus, what did they give her?
her hands loosely try to twist into gestures as she tries to do magic, but her motor skills aren't ace yet. there's no one there to talk to, but her words are coming out fairly clear, at least? random and angry curses, but she doesn’t notice anyone anyway as she’s trying to process what the fuck is going on. ]
deep end ✸
[ sun's out, buns are out, and in spite of the clusterfuck of coming to an actual sex city, of everything at home, margo is going to take advantage of the weather. she's in a dark blue bikini, wavy hair up in a high ponytail, fluffy towel atop a lounging chair by the pool. cosmo in one hand, she leans over to whoever might be near her, sitting or standing, whatever gender. there's a glint in her eyes, lips pursing slightly to the side in amusement. ]
Wanna help me out? Get me slicked up with this [ a little wave of a bottle of tanning oil ] so I can really drink in these rays?
creamsicle ✸ open to a sub; imprinting/intense bonding
[ josh could make better desserts than these, she's certain, but what is life without its simple pleasures? she'll indulge too, getting an ice cream sandwich, eating it quickly, a set of small moments where she's worried about getting her clothes and hands messy rather than the storm of other shit she could contemplate.
licking her index finger clean, she breathes in and looks out over the sights, listening to the sounds, still so new and knowing she has a lot she can learn. she'd paid plenty of attention in orientation, but there's nothing quite like learning on the job, right?
the first person she spots with a line down their neck, she's approaching, reaching a hand out, grabbing onto their upper arm. ] Hey. [ soft, breathy, sweet. far sweeter than she ever usually is, and she'd be sick over how saccrahine her tone is if she wasn't in the throes of being aphro'd. ] Funny story. But. I wanna go somewhere with you. You should come with me. Where we can be alone.
network ✸ un: highkingmargo ✸ text
So what Genghis Khan wannabe motherfucker dreamed this place up, and where can I find him? I just wanna talk.
[ ooc: margo's canon point is 4.04 before she sleeps with josh. please hit me up at