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
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.
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 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?
