I'm Alice Quinn, magician. I just graduated from Brakebills College.
[Roleplay blog for Alice Quinn from Lev Grossman's book The Magicians. Pre-Fillory because of reasons (SPOILERS). I'll roleplay with any fandom.]
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Alice Quinn by Christopher Shy
The demon paused before turning around with a frown on her face. Why she just realized there was someone there - she would not be able to explain logically without adding a childish “because fuck you” after. “Hello there.” Her head tilted. “You are?”
[Alice had been wandering for several minutes now. It was the first time she’d come out of one of the fountains in the Neitherlands and not almost immediately run into someone. She didn’t notice that anyone else was around and so she jumped a bit when she was spoken to. Silly to be so jumpy, she told herself.] I’m Alice. Alice Quinn. Uh, who’re you?
Meg frowned a bit, watching the girl jump out of her skin. Whoops. Maybe the demon should announce her presence more? That thought was immediately squashed like a bug in a box with a giant hammer. She would not do such a thing - she was still in hiding from her own damned kind. Her head tilted back, acknowledging the other woman had spoken to her. “They call me Meg. A pleasure, Alice.”
Good to meet you too. [She smiled, just barely, and nodded. Then-] Listen, Meg, might be an odd question, but could you tell me where we are? I uh, travel a lot. Sort of jump from place to place. You haven’t heard of a place called Fillory have you?
The demon tilted her head up a little bit, ‘brows raised. “Hm… I’ve heard stranger.” Meg shrugged her shoulders before looking around the area - a local bar lit up at the corner of the street, small business all around. Were they still in California? She sniffed the air and frowned. “California. Southern California. Couldn’t tell you a town, though. Haven’t seen a sign yet.” She had, however she was not paying much attention.
[Great, she thought. I’ve managed to travel across the country.] So not Fillory. [Even though she’d been doubting the place’s existence, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed every time she got it wrong.] Dammit.
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[She nodded even though she wasn’t fine. How could she get into the mess that was her life with a perfect stranger? Then suddenly she found herself shaking her head, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Since that first outburst at Quentin, the one she was angry at, she’d kept her feelings bottled up inside. Like a damn that suddenly bursts, Alice found herself wanting to tell the man behind the counter everything.] N-no.
Oh. Uh.
[He wasn’t expecting that. Unsure of what to do, he slowly, hesitantly, reaches his hand out across the table and rests it atop of hers—a bit awkward; he’s never been good with comforting others (let alone himself).] Here. [He pulls his hand away from hers and grabs a napkin from a near by dispenser. He offers her it.] What’s wrong?
[Alice takes the napkin with a grateful smile, and does her best to wipe away the tears. She sniffs a few times, trying to decide how to answer the man’s question.]
It’s complicated. [Not on the surface it wasn’t. Not really. But to get to the heart of why she was so upset, one had to know why Alice disliked Janet so much. And that went back to her days at Brakebills.]
The demon paused before turning around with a frown on her face. Why she just realized there was someone there - she would not be able to explain logically without adding a childish “because fuck you” after. “Hello there.” Her head tilted. “You are?”
[Alice had been wandering for several minutes now. It was the first time she’d come out of one of the fountains in the Neitherlands and not almost immediately run into someone. She didn’t notice that anyone else was around and so she jumped a bit when she was spoken to. Silly to be so jumpy, she told herself.] I’m Alice. Alice Quinn. Uh, who’re you?
Meg frowned a bit, watching the girl jump out of her skin. Whoops. Maybe the demon should announce her presence more? That thought was immediately squashed like a bug in a box with a giant hammer. She would not do such a thing - she was still in hiding from her own damned kind. Her head tilted back, acknowledging the other woman had spoken to her. “They call me Meg. A pleasure, Alice.”
Good to meet you too. [She smiled, just barely, and nodded. Then-] Listen, Meg, might be an odd question, but could you tell me where we are? I uh, travel a lot. Sort of jump from place to place. You haven’t heard of a place called Fillory have you?
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[Alice was deposited a bit violently from the fountain she’d chosen in the Neitherlands ((ooc: See this post.)) and she nearly fell right on top of someone as she appeared in whatever dimension she’d happened upon. But the more pressing concern was not the man she’d almost hurt, but whether or not she was hurt herself. A couple of scrapes, and she would probably have a few bruises soon, but she seemed like she was all right.
She was surprised to find herself in what looked like a restaurant. A pie restaurant. Well, she knew this wasn’t Fillory.]
[Something in Ned’s peripheral vision caught his attention. It was a person? But Ned wasn’t one to not notice people—he had to. Partly because they’re his customers and partly because they’re people and he’s socially awkward and needs to know where they are so he can know how to best avoid them. So, naturally, it came as a surprise when Ned saw this person that he hadn’t noticed before; it’s almost as though she appeared from thin air… He was confused and he looked it: his head was cocked to the side and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He blinked a couple times, his squinted eyes transfixed on her.]
Uhm, hello. Sorry, I didn’t see you come in… Would you like some pie? [Why does he always ask that? Of course they would like some pie, they’re in a pie shop. He asks out of nerves, he thinks.]
[Alice picked herself up off the floor quickly, adjusting the bag she had slung over one shoulder. She was trying to act like she hadn’t just fallen out of thin air. But this was her first time appearing in a public setting. And there were quite a few people here. But to her relief none of them seemed to have noticed her abrupt arrival.]
Pie… [she repeated] Yes, uh, yes, please. [She sat herself down on one of the stools at the counter.]
[He walks up to her from the other side of the counter. His head tilts. He looks at her with a worried expression.] Are you okay?
[She nodded even though she wasn’t fine. How could she get into the mess that was her life with a perfect stranger? Then suddenly she found herself shaking her head, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Since that first outburst at Quentin, the one she was angry at, she’d kept her feelings bottled up inside. Like a damn that suddenly bursts, Alice found herself wanting to tell the man behind the counter everything.] N-no.
Imagine if Quentin could pull this off. It would’ve made that exam loads easier.
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[All day she had spent travelling through one fountain and back to the Neitherlands. Back and forth. Back and forth. But she hadn’t found Fillory yet. Perhaps the magic button had been a coincidence. Maybe Fillory wasn’t real after all. Or maybe she’d just lost track of the fountains. She’d been pretty upset when she’d left after all. Not at all in a good state to be travelling through different worlds.
She picked a fountain at random - this one was rather plain compared to to those next to it, almost no decorations at all - and after taking a deep breath (even though she knew she didn’t really need to) she jumped feet first into the water.
Alice fell through and landed a bit roughly on the ground. Rubbing at her elbow, which was skinned a bit but not bleeding, she stood up and looked around. She wasn’t (surprise, surprise!) anywhere she recognised.]
The demon paused before turning around with a frown on her face. Why she just realized there was someone there - she would not be able to explain logically without adding a childish “because fuck you” after. “Hello there.” Her head tilted. “You are?”
[Alice had been wandering for several minutes now. It was the first time she’d come out of one of the fountains in the Neitherlands and not almost immediately run into someone. She didn’t notice that anyone else was around and so she jumped a bit when she was spoken to. Silly to be so jumpy, she told herself.] I’m Alice. Alice Quinn. Uh, who’re you?
No. I doubt he’d listen anyway. Quentin can do whatever he wants, he knows that. He doesn’t care how I feel about the situation.
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[Alice was deposited a bit violently from the fountain she’d chosen in the Neitherlands ((ooc: See this post.)) and she nearly fell right on top of someone as she appeared in whatever dimension she’d happened upon. But the more pressing concern was not the man she’d almost hurt, but whether or not she was hurt herself. A couple of scrapes, and she would probably have a few bruises soon, but she seemed like she was all right.
She was surprised to find herself in what looked like a restaurant. A pie restaurant. Well, she knew this wasn’t Fillory.]
[Something in Ned’s peripheral vision caught his attention. It was a person? But Ned wasn’t one to not notice people—he had to. Partly because they’re his customers and partly because they’re people and he’s socially awkward and needs to know where they are so he can know how to best avoid them. So, naturally, it came as a surprise when Ned saw this person that he hadn’t noticed before; it’s almost as though she appeared from thin air… He was confused and he looked it: his head was cocked to the side and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He blinked a couple times, his squinted eyes transfixed on her.]
Uhm, hello. Sorry, I didn’t see you come in… Would you like some pie? [Why does he always ask that? Of course they would like some pie, they’re in a pie shop. He asks out of nerves, he thinks.]
[Alice picked herself up off the floor quickly, adjusting the bag she had slung over one shoulder. She was trying to act like she hadn’t just fallen out of thin air. But this was her first time appearing in a public setting. And there were quite a few people here. But to her relief none of them seemed to have noticed her abrupt arrival.]
Pie… [she repeated] Yes, uh, yes, please. [She sat herself down on one of the stools at the counter.]
