Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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[notawaterfall]

"So I hear your lot broke out to make your own site," Dorena typed and sent to Maggie Garcia's email. "And landed a spot on the campaign trail. Good for you."

So what if they hadn't spoken since that last party before she'd been disowned. Dorena was genuinely hoping for their success. Most of her memories of Maggie were a little hazy from the amount of drinking she used to do at those parties but the woman had seemed... kind. That had been more than enough to make Dorena flee for the hills in those days. Kindness was something her armor of cynicism wasn't proof against. And caring meant far too many things while she'd been living on her parents' dime.

[notawaterfall]

After a couple days of living with Maggie, Dorena was getting used to having the dogs around. She settled onto the couch with her laptop and was unsurprised when she was surrounded by two or three bulldogs requesting skritches. Absently she gave them as she logged in and checked her email and news feeds.

She was still going through her routine when Maggie came in. "Good morning or whatever time of day it is." She smiled winningly.

[nopath]

After Teleios, Duke gets sent back to Haven where he's taken and twisted around to a point that he can hardly recover. He feels those troubles- the aether flowing through him, begging to explode out of him at any time. It's- Duke has no idea how he's going to survive it all. Neither Audrey or Nathan know anything about Teleios so he assumes he's just- It was some Trouble that only he remembers because of the black tar flowing through his veins- through his body.

He assumes it wasn't real at all until- until one day a Rift opens up. It's a tear between universes, and it drops Maggie Garcia on Duke Crocker's dock as he's taking a drink of whiskey in the early morning.

Duke stares, dumbfounded.

"...Maggie?" He moves forward when he has the sense enough to react, kneeling beside her form. "You okay? ...you real?"

Pick a world. Any world. Hers. His. A random game world. I'm open for anything.

[crazystranger]

In the end, portals to other worlds are almost becoming second nature for the Rowdy 3. Sure Windermere was a thing, and a life, and it changed a lot for him and the others, but this is different.

For one there's no weird fairytale aspects that he realizes right away, most seeming to be fairly normal. Secondly, he's alone which is the most worrisome of all.

At first he thought it was merely separation, landing in different places which he imagines could happen easily with all of this time traveling, and worlds and whatever else magic this is. He thinks if Amanda had done this, she would be right there with him, so someone else had a hand in this. Perhaps literally.

After all, it was technically a hand through a portal that had plucked him and the others out of a concrete prison like tomb and dropped them into Windermere so surely it's the same.

Except he's still alone days later, and there's nothing to make him think the others are anywhere near. The last time, even when Vogel was apart, he could feel him. Now there's an emptiness in the center of his chest and he can't seem to get rid of it.

Add to that people in this place seem more vigilant, more wary, than he's used to in even war torn parts of the country and he starts getting curious about what the hell kind of messed up world he's landed in.

Which, given the first time he gives in and feeds from someone in a high emotional state, he realizes just how different things are. They aren't right. Not wrong, but definitely not right.

At length he finds a bat, one old and used that some kid left behind and he starts wailing on a car. Frustrated and hungry and doing it in a rhythm, almost as if he hopes the sound might resonate with someone and draw out those he's missing.

Izzy got spirited away by a magic bus is all I got for explanation here...

[notwearingthekeds]

Izzy didn't look back. Had she looked back, she would have seen her house- no. Her mother's- no, that isn't right either. Elena's House in flames. A fire she didn't get to start.

But Izzy didn't look back, she headed to the bus station, and booked herself a ticket to New York City, to look for clues to find the only person to truly see her. See who she was, and not hate it. Not treat her like an outcast or monster. Moody tried, but it wasn't like he could get it. Still, she had a plan, she had the same information her mo- Elena had, she could hunt down the same information.

She was an artist, she knew Mia. She loved Mia. It should be easy.

...That was four months ago. Given how little of a plan she had, she did pretty well in New York City. It was trying to get Mia's trail after New York that she ran into a few problems. Well, for one, the money she had didn't stretch as far as she wanted. Izzy had planned to find Mia months ago, so she didn't really expect to need more than what she'd squirreled away. But that was the least of her problems.

The last bus she got on was a bit too convenient. But she needed to keep moving, and the driver said he was going the way to get her where she needed to be. And now she was in the woods, no idea what state she was in. But she picked a direction and trudged on. To find a farmhouse. Well, she was cute and she didn't have any other option but sleep in the woods. "Hello?"

For Seth

[talesuntold]

Maggie doesn't appreciate getting flung back into her room at the Agora, just after news of the conspiracy and Becks' death broke. Bad enough digging into those wounds all over again, but her gunshot wound is only a few days old now, and it hurts like hell.

She's finally convinced Mahir and her parents to go back to their own rooms and let her rest in peace when Seth appears, landing in her luxury hotel suite with no warning at all.

She just stares, breath caught in her throat for a long moment, before she manages to blurt out, "Seth! How—!? Please tell me you're not a morphine induced hallucination or a fever dream."

Which... is hopefully a hint that she's in enough pain he shouldn't fling himself at her, because she can't come up with a more coherent statement just yet.

For Raylan (roads not taken)

[talesuntold]

Maggie stands by what she says about being too squeamish for ribs. Two years on the Barge, plus Flotilla, but she still shies away from any meat that comes from a mammal.

But collard greens and peach cobbler she can manage, and she adds roast chicken and mashed potatoes. Maggie doesn't do anything without thinking through her angles. This isn't an impulsive question, and Raylan deserves something special if she's going to ask it. Whatever his response.

She focuses on cooking rather than the low thrum of nerves, and she'll be there to greet him with open arms as soon as he's through the door. "Hey, darling."