33 Apocalypse Ave, Monday afternoon

[existencemisspent]

Right. So. Margo and Eliot clearly weren't making it back to Fillory any time soon, no matter how often they tried threatening or bribing the portal gnomes. They also weren't going to make it back to Brakebills, judging by how none of Eliot's attempts to contact Quentin again had worked. They were going to be here, in this mysterious little pocket of whimsey next to Baltimore of all places, for the foreseeable future.

They were going to need to find more appropriate lodgings before Eliot broke down and started trying to smoke any of the plants above the lotion shop.

"Well," he said, looking over the façade of one of the few pieces of real estate on the market that wouldn't come with a landlord. "It's no Physical Kids Cottage, but I suppose we can make do."

[expecting the platonic life partner, but can also be open!]

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[existencemisspent]

“Ember’s dead,” Eliot said. “Umber, too. And Fillory doesn’t have any magic anymore. I’m pretty sure that makes me a free agent again.”

He was just going to do his best not to think about what had happened with his last boyfriend, okay?

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Maybe you should do that speed dating thing they’re running downtown,” Margo mused. “Might at least get you laid.”

[existencemisspent]

“Speed dating, hmm? How very 1997. Still, retro is in. . . .” Eliot tilted his head. “I’ll go if you will.”

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Margo shrugged. “Why not?” she said. “Won’t hurt to see if there’s anyone not-British that’s single and bangable.”

[existencemisspent]

“I’ve spotted a few,” Eliot said. “Here and there. And we can get a better idea of who’s worth inviting over once this place is party ready.”