Margo + OTA (Multiple Welcome).
Margo enjoyed food. She enjoyed good food, and was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to — well, everything. She'd spent a lot of time on those empanadas and samosas. They didn't taste exactly like her grandmothers' versions, but they'd come out alright. She'd sampled other food as well. It was a potluck, and though she generally thought they were kind of lame, at least she could meet the other people trapped by this mist.
Margo had mostly adjusted to the magical fairy eye they'd give her a few years earlier, but the magic of Dunwich, the spirits, and just the general way that colors looked with it sometimes gave her a headache. She usually carried an eyepatch on her. Despite her Jimmy Choo's and mini skirt, she pulled the patch and a mirror out of her pocket. After settling it into place and making sure her hair looked good with it, she settled onto a couch and leaned back. Where was Todd when you needed him to fetch you a drink?