julia wicker | the magicians (hedgebtch) wrote in revoltic, @ 2020-01-29 07:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !: log, Ӡ -player: jeanna, Ӡ -player: lena, Ӡ the magicians: julia wicker, Ӡ the magicians: quentin coldwater |
log: julia & q reunion
Julia had been expecting to come home to an empty house since she was pretty sure Margo was at the lounge. She didn’t mind it so much; sometimes it was nice to have a little time alone, and she walked into the kitchen completely unaware that she was about to have a visitor. Mid-drink, she heard a knock at the door and she set down her glass as she moved to answer it. Unexpected visitors weren't that uncommon, but it was truly a surprise when she opened the door and found herself face to face with someone she kept hoping to see, but wasn’t really expecting. “Q!” Julia’s face lit up with a bright smile as she rushed forward to hug her best friend. It had been several long months since she’d last seen him and saying she had missed him would have been a major understatement. Quentin still had no idea how he’d ended up here, not to mention that it was about three hundred or so years in the future. He wasn’t sure about that since math wasn’t his strong suit but he knew one thing, he was very happy to see Julia and laughed as she threw her arms around her. “Yeah, it’s me. They told me you were here. Margo’s here too? Anyway, I found out where you lived, so, surprise!” he moved back just enough to see her face, not ready to let her out of his arms yet. “It’s like a family reunion kind of. A fucked up one but would we do any other kind?” “God, Q, it's really good to see you.” Julia reluctantly gave him the chance to look at her, having to lift her head from where she'd buried it against his shoulder. They knew that enough about how this worked that she knew he'd probably just seen her, but for her, it had been months and she'd really fucking missed him. “Margo’s here,” she confirmed for him. “It's been just us for fucking ages. So, you're late.” She was trying not to obviously show how desperately glad she was to see him, but she knew it was probably obvious, especially to Quentin, who knew her better than anyone else ever had or ever would. “Well, I’m no stranger to being late,” he said and laughed, then stepped inside. “So how long have you been here? And they told me I was working in magical research but not what I was supposed to be researching.” He’d been given a very bare bones summary of the place but that didn’t surprise him really. He’d gotten used to not being told the entire truth ever since he’d entered Brakebills. “So our magic works here?” It had to or else why research it? “Fucking months, Q,” Julia said as she let him in and led him to the kitchen where she poured him a drink before grabbing her own glass off the counter. There was a lot to catch him up on and she didn’t really know where to start. “I think I might be kind of your boss,” she half-teased. “We have a few projects going right now.” That didn’t count her side project of researching exactly what Mordecai had told her to leave alone; Julia didn’t exactly take no for an answer very often. “We can talk shop later, though.” A lot of it was frustratingly slow going and she’d rather just chill, especially with Quentin here now. She started toward the living room and motioned for him to follow. “This is going to sound like a fucking weird question, but what’s the last thing you remember from home?” she asked him as she found a seat on the couch. “We were trying to figure out a way to stop the library from taking over all the magic. I was at the penthouse waiting for everybody to get back. Alice came to the door and that’s the last thing I remember. She was standing there and then I woke up here.” He had no idea why she’d come, they had been talking again and were more or less back to being friends but he still didn’t entirely trust her. “Why? Do people show up from different points in time? I guess that makes sense since we know our world has at least 40 different timelines.” And he was dead in 39 of them but he definitely didn’t want to think about that. Best to concentrate on the one he’d been alive in and apparently this alternate universe he found himself in. Julia. couldn’t pinpoint exactly where that was in relation to her and Margo, but she figured it was probably in the same ballpark. She hadn’t been there for whatever conversation Quentin and Alice had been about to have, but that could have been while she was possessed or just not there. Honestly, those memories she’d gotten thanks to the amber hadn’t been a lot of fun to sort through the first time and she was happy to go with him being vaguely from around the same time as them. “Yeah, they can,” she said. It was weird, but maybe less so for them with all the back and forth to Fillory by this point. They’d kind of gotten used to some really weird shit. “Speaking of Margo...” Julia laughed as she pulled out her phone to send out a quick message. “She’s managing the lounge here in the compound and she’ll probably kill us both if we don’t go say hello. You up for a drink?” “That sounds like the perfect job for Margo,” he said with a smile. Quentin had no doubt that she was good at it and that the place was well run. “And yes I’m up for a drink. This little unexpected trip has been a lot to handle.” Going back and forth between his world and Fillory was something he was used to by now but being sent three hundred years into the future was entirely different. He wondered where this was in relation to the 40 timelines he knew of back home. Was this part of the 40th one or had he ended up in another or started another? It was a lot to think about but right now, a drink sounded good. “Tell me about it,” Julia said as she stood up and reached out a hand to pull him up after her. She'd been here for a while, but it was still a lot to get used to. “Come on, I bet we can even convince Margo to break out the good stuff.” |