shmaz ([personal profile] shmaz) wrote in [community profile] magicianskinkmeme2017-01-27 10:48 pm
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Round #1, February 2017

1. Golden rule: YKINMKATO.
2. Book spoilers must be clearly tagged in post titles.
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8. Please wait until the next round to repost a prompt.

Welcome to Round #1 of the Magicians Kinkmeme!  Please hop over to the
mod post if you have any questions.  When you fill a prompt, please feel free to link to it in the fills post
so that others can easily find it.

Have fun and be kind to each other!

Puppy Love 2/?

(Anonymous) 2017-03-18 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Apparently, Quentin did know how to strengthen his wards, because he disappeared so completely that Penny’s usual method of follow-the-inane-lyrics to find the source has gone on the fritz. Brakebills isn’t massive, but it does have the benefit of having actual, honest-to-God mazes, hidden away cubbies, and clubhouses that have a seriously stupid method of keeping people out.

“C’mon!” Penny banged on the door again. He could hear Eliot and Margo laughing, probably half-drunk already, inside, and he rolled his eyes. Fucking Physical kids. “Seriously?”

“What’s the password?” Margo’s voice drifted to him, followed by a stream of muffled laughter.

“I’ll owe you a bottle of Scotch,” Penny offered.

There was silence, then some thumping sounds and an indignant, “Ow!”, before the door popped open. Eliot leaned against it nonchalantly, looking like he had been waiting there for years. On closer inspection, it was clear that he was using the doorframe to prop himself up. His eyes were glazed and Penny smelled a whiff of pot somewhere from inside.

“Scotch?” Eliot said with well-bred disdain. “What are we, heathens?”

“Darling, no one drinks Scotch outside of sad old men with nothing better to do,” Margo said, smoothing her dress as she sashayed closer. She gave Penny a pitying look. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“Fuck, I don’t know, what do you want?”

Eliot and Margo exchanged one of their creepy twin glances, then turned back to him.

“You can travel anywhere, yes?”

“Within limits,” Penny answered warily. He really didn’t like where this was going.

“Excellent,” Eliot said with a shark’s smile. “I’ll draw you a map. There’s a charming little monastery outside of Nikko. You’ll love it.”

“The monks there-“

“Are they called monks in Japan?” Eliot said thoughtfully, tapping his chin.

“Whatever,” Margo said dismissively. “The whatever-the-fuck they call monks in Japan have a sake that only they can make. They make fifty bottles a year.”

“And drink most of them themselves,” Eliot put in.

“Five bottles. And we’ll let you in,” Margot said. Penny had heard somewhere that her parents were lawyers. Penny believed it. There was a hard tone in her voice that said she was used to negotiating.

Luckily, Penny learned negotiation from the best. Not lawyers, no, but conmen and swindlers and every other guy trying to make a quick buck on the street. “One bottle.”

“One?” Margo said, outraged. “One won’t even last an hour in this place! Four.”

“Two,” Penny said. “Last offer.”

“One for each of us, Bambi,” Eliot said. Margo looked like she wanted to argue some more, but Penny knew that Eliot had a soft spot for Quentin, who was no doubt hiding in his room. Eliot waved his hand magnanimously and slumped against the door. Inside was a riot of half-eaten food, empty bottles, and yup, definitely a joint or two. “Welcome to Chez Physique.”

Penny pushed past him, ignoring the muttered, “Rude”, and headed upstairs.