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As if death itself had been undone. Margo Howard. 22.

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MARGO HOWARD - ABOUT

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NAME: Margaret Amelia Howard NICKNAME(S): Margo D.O.B. | AGE: June 19, 2002 | 22 PLACE OF BIRTH: Lunar Cove, RI FACE CLAIM: Kathryn Newton GENDER | PRONOUNS: Cisgender female | she/her/hers SPECIES: Witch (Coven Member) POWERS: Familiar Manifestation, Spirit Raising, Technological Manipulation, Intangibility (Coven Ability) OCCUPATION: Student/Podcast Host RESIDENCY: Celestial Hills RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

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"I know I don't have to but I want to." Daniel wasn't one to let kindness go unnoticed. While he might have had his grievances with Lunar Cove prior to leaving, the people of this town were good. There was community here. His pool was currently small. Daniel was still apprehensive to let people in. His life had been a revolving door of loss but he found himself willing to try. If anything, be a bit kinder himself when he could. "Thank you. I appreciate that." He offered a gentle smile. "How you after ... all of that?"

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Margo hesitated before she shrugged. "I'm... alright." Percy appeared out from behind her hair and nuzzled against her neck. She was happy, at least, to have her familiar back, though she hadn't attempted to do much with her technological manipulation. She was doing things the old fashioned way, from working with her tech to turning off the lights. "Are you okay? Other than the damage to the shop, I mean."

#with: daniel #daniel001

thelatekayejames

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The conclusion that Kaye was coming to, long suspected but now confirmed, was that witches were not her cup of tea. They squinted at 'doesn't exist' and then let out a breath of frustration at the assertion that a bicycle was also, somehow, going to be the enemy in this situation. Or maybe it wasn't a witch thing at all, maybe it was just that they felt too out of their element, and too old for this shit, and had to take a breath. "Okay, right. So... there's probably no escape from the tech then, if you've gotta be wary of things like, gears and the friggin' wheel and fountain pens and shit. Could we just... stick you somewhere safe and wait it out? If the drones and everything keep going off no matter what, maybe it's best to just let them. What's the worst that could happen if we just, like, stick you in a box or something?" they asked, with an optimism they didn't feel.

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"Maybe you should just knock me out," Margo said, her voice high and thin. She didn't really want it, didn't want to risk the long term effects that it'd likely have, but, really, she wasn't seeing much of an option. She definitely didn't want to be put in a box, didn't want to have to deal with any sort of bad memories from the closed up space. Getting knocked out was, at this point, the simplest solution.

#with: kaye #kaye001

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"Am not!" She insisted despite being unsure what exactly they were fake arguing about anymore. The brunette's cheek's dimpling with a grin she fought from showing. "I wasn't!" A lie she tried to sell with the batting of her lashes before scoffing at Margo. "No, I don't know! Everyone, er thing wants to be eaten by me! I'm a great... eater." She lost control of her grin, as the expression morphed into a cheeky smirk that hid nothing. "Here!" Sun-Hee switched subjects. "We have drinks, too!"

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"You kind of are!" Margo said, doubling down, even if she wasn't sure what she was doubling down on. She blinked, though, her eyes widening at Sun-Hee's words about eating. It felt like an innuendo. Margo thought it was an innuendo. She didn't know what to do if it was an innuendo. "Drinks! Great!" she squeaked out, feeling heat in her cheeks. "Awesome!"

#with: sun hee #sun hee002

Taking over New Leaf had been a dream come true for Daniel. After what happened to his last bookstore, he swore the last thing he wanted to do was own one again. Despite that small hiccup, books are where Daniel found solace. When the world was too much for him, as it often was, he could escape into pages. At least here in Lunar Cove he knew that he would be protected. For the most part. A new dream could emerge here. “Oh, uh, sure. I wouldn’t mind that. Thank you.” He offered the other a small smile as he went back to picking up books. “If you help, I might throw in a free book as a thank you.”

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"You don't have to do that," Margo said, moving to help pick up some of the books and stacking them on a table. Everything was a bit of a mess, romance in the horror section, Ms in the Ps, genre and the alphabet all getting mixed up like a soup. Margo liked books. She liked history and horror the most, real and not real and that space where the two blurred, particularly with living in a town like Lunar Cove. "I just want to help."

#with: daniel #daniel001

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They had their hands clapped over their ears, but it did nothing to block out the panic they felt themself, and it barely helped with the noise and confusion. "Okay, think, think, think— I don't have any fae ability except mimicry, maybe it's the same for you? If he's a familiar, maybe he's just... wherever familiars go when you're not using them, is that a thing?" It wasn't something they'd ever considered, really, but they suddenly had the terrifying notion of a bunch of dis-animated familiars stuffed into closets and sock drawers.

Kaye didn't see how being unconscious could make things worse, but they weren't very assured of their ability to actually knock anyone out either, so it didn't seem like something worth arguing over. "Well I don't know enough about witchcraft to really help you, where's your Supreme, can she do something?" They wracked their mind for anywhere devoid of technology that was accessible, and came up with nothing. "Or should we just find you like, a bicycle, and you can try riding into the middle of nowhere?"

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God, this really sucked. Of course she'd get stuck with the ability that could make a real mess out of things. Granted, maybe an owl that she didn't have control over would probably suck, too, but it wouldn't be as bad as this. "He, uh, he doesn't exist. When I'm not using him." Because he was an extension of her sense of self. But it always felt like more than that. Percy, seeing ghosts, it was like being a witch had given Margo built in friends. Maybe that was why she was so awkward with everyone else.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't know where she is." Margo flinched. "I mean, like, technology isn't just electronics. It's objects that basically use scientific practices to work. Equipment, machinery, things with moving parts. That's technology." So she wasn't sure if she'd manage on a bike. She supposed she could just run. Maybe hope the drones followed her away from all the noise.

#with: kaye #kaye001

an 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 for DANIEL RILEY set at new leaf bookstore !!

It was not a shock to anyone that Daniel Riley spent most of his time at his bookstore. The last bookstore he owed the man had made it a mission for the shop to be his safe haven. For a few years it had been until that fateful Valentine's day. With New Leaf, his continued that promise, knowing in his soul that the chances of this once actually being safer were higher. The store was not safe from the chaos that had endued. Thankfully, the damage was minimal. It was mostly scattered books and torn pages. A few furniture pieces may need to be replaced but it was nothing too serious. currently, daniel was putting away newer books on the shelves when he heard the front door bell ring. "Oh, sorry we're closed." he paused, realizing his answer was short. "We're closed for the day due to ... mess. we'll be open tomorrow."

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Margo had been nothing if not a valued customer to New Leaf Bookstore since she'd been able to read. It was definitely one of her comfort places. And, after everything that happened, particularly the part she played in it, she couldn't help but want to seek comfort and feel an almost endless well of guilt. "Oh. Sorry," she murmured, tucking her hands into her pockets. "Can I, uh, help? Clean up, I mean. If you want it?"

#with: daniel #daniel001

gazingatmestarry-eyed

The witch's manicured brows knit together as she defended, "Am not!" A serious look that lasted all of three seconds before Sun-Hee was giggling again. "Isn't it? Theirs is pretty good here, but my brother's is the bes- Hey!" She interrupted herself as Margo took the Tteokbokki from her fingers. "What if I was going to eat that one!?"

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"But you are!" Margo said, unable to help but give into the silliness herself. She laughed, too, at Sun-Hee's indignation. "Then why were you holding it out for me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe it didn't want you to eat it, you know?"

#with: sun hee #sun hee002

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Kaye had clapped their hands over their ears, trying to understand in the chaos what exactly was going on, but from the stranger's behavior it was hard to clock it. "What is this, like, poltergeist powers? You're a witch, aren't you?" They didn't know how to control witch powers, there was enough of a divide between the species that they didn't know what experience was the same from fae to witches. "What stops you from doing stuff normally? Is that what the owl's for?" The music hit a high point and a car engine nearly drowned them out, but as the microphone malfunctioned it made their words deafening— "DO I HAVE TO KNOCK YOU OUT??"

There wasn't really a way they knew to do that, aside from blunt force, but they'd already dropped the mic stand when she'd said she wasn't a hunter. It was extreme, maybe, but they weren't above smothering someone and sorting it out a real solution later on. Kaye looked around for a pillow, the classic smotherer's weapon, but came up with nothing. "Listen, okay! I'm not getting killed by a drone or-or a ghost, or a robot or whatever, not today. This was supposed to be my stress relief day, and it's not working out like I planned, at all."

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"I-- I mean, I can talk to ghosts, but that's not working right now!" Margo yelped. She was a witch, yes, but she was also pretty certain that was probably clear. "Usually it's not making robots go haywire! I can control technology, but-- I mean-- And now! The owl is my familiar!" He was just her friend, and she missed him. She figured things would be a little calmer with him around. "Please don't knock me out!" Margo yelled back. That sounded like a horrible idea, she really didn't want to do that if she could help it.

"I don't want to kill anybody with it, either! That'd really suck!" Margo said. And she felt a little guilty. She felt a lot guilty, actually, but she figured that that was tied in with a whole mess of things. Margo didn't think she would have signed that note if she'd known that she'd be doing something like this. She thought she was signing up for self-inflicted experimentation, not townwide. "I'm sorry! I really don't want to ruin your stress relief day. If I could make them go away, I swear I would. But-- but if you knock me out, what if that just makes things worse?"

#with: kaye #kaye001

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Kaye was mostly succeeding at hiding, even stuck flightless and visible. The tents in general had at least felt safer than being out in the middle of the chaos, an obvious target. But that illusion was shattered swiftly as the sound system in their hiding place turned on, and lights flashed in a psychedelic display that normally Kaye would think was pretty fun, and now, only registered as nightmarish. She jumped at the same time as someone bumped into her, falling back onto the ground and skittering away quickly. "Get back!" Their voice came out breathless, anxiety spiking, and they reached behind them to find some kind of weapon for self-defence if it was needed. Their brow knitted in confusion as they brandished a microphone stand defiantly, shuffling up to their feet cautiously. "An---an owl? No, I haven't seen an owl. You're—" The stranger's words caught up with their thoughts after a moment. "You're not a hunter?" Then, with further confusion. "I gotta worry about drones now, too? Oh, cool, yeah, great... Are you doing this?" They shouted over the sound of Dua Creepa's "Ghouldini", apparently turned up as high as it could go.

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"Sorry!" Margo yelled. "So, so sorry. I can't-- I can't control any of it!" It was actually pretty incredible, all of the things that qualified as technology, all of the things that Margo usually had control over. All of the things that refused to listen to her now. Somewhere near by, an engine revved, causing her to yelp and cover her ears.

"Yes, yes, an owl. He's about the size of my hand, very regal looking, answers to Percy or Percival..." Margo trailed off because, in truth, she knew that Percy was just gone, at least for the time being, just like the rest of her magic. Except for the abilities that brought the microphone to life, amplifying both of their voices and causing an obnoxious amount of feedback that could be heard even over the music. Margo flinched again. "Not a hunter! And, yes, yes to both! Unfortunately. I-- I can't control it. I've lost most of my magic, and the rest of it I've lost control of."

#with: kaye #kaye001 #//sometimes the search for niche gifs is more important than the destination

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No sooner did Sun-Hee pop the food in Margo's mouth was her hand flying to cover the other witch's lips. "Shhhhhhhh!" The brunette shushed the blonde loudly. "Are you trying to broadcast that to the whole festival!?" It wasn't like she really cared if anyone knew she was high which was made obvious in her musical giggle that followed. "It's Tteokbokki. You like?" Her snickering continued as she waived another piece in front of Margo's mouth. "Want more?"

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"No, but maybe you are," Margo said, but her words are muffled against the way that Sun-Hee keeps her mouth covered, and she was laughing along with the other witch as she let go. "It's delicious. And yes, please." Her eyes crossed as she stared at the piece of food in front of her mouth, but she felt brave as she leaned forward and took it out of Sun-Hee's fingers, smiling through her blush. "Thank you!"

#with: sun hee #sun hee002

With: @thelatekayejames Where: Covechella, being swarmed by drones

"No, no, this is the opposite of what I want! Go away!" Margo cried out as another drone swooped in, attacking her head. She yelped and back up into one of the tents at the festival. Rather unfortunately, it was one of the fancy ones, set up with lights and fans and really nice, high tech equipment. The sound system started blaring as she entered, and the lights flashes an assortment of colors like a pride flag. Great. She got it.

Margo stumbled back out, bumping into someone. "I'm so sorry," she breathed. "The drones are... they're fucking trying to kill me, I think. Or-- Powers. I don't have any control. Have you seen a little owl?" Margo knew he wasn't around because she couldn't feel him, but it was so strange to not have Percy near her that she felt like a piece of her was missing.

#with: kaye #kaye001

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The munchies were in full swing. If not visible in her red eyes, more than obvious in the arm fulls of food she carried back to a picnic table. An item or two from half a dozen booths. She couldn't choose, and Sun-Hee intended to share. "Ooooohhmmmm." A sound she made with her mouth full. Clearly delighted by what she'd just eaten. "You've got to try this, Margs! Come on, open up! Chooo choooo!"

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Margo wasn't at all prepared for Sun-Hee to be as close as she was, and she leaned back a little, blushing slightly at the attention. She laughed. "Oh, my god, you're so high right now." Still, she opened her mouth. Maybe she should have been a little more wary, but she kind of trusted Sun-Hee. At least, Margo trusted the other witch not to poison her. "What is this?"

#with: sun hee #sun hee002 #//listen I want something cute pre-chaos

"Agree with both," he said, tilting his head slightly. "What kind of stuff got stolen? I'd assume there'd be tighter security, at least a magical barrier or something." It wasn't an area he was particularly familiar with, aside having his own familiar and he knew Althea sometimes kept a look out for trouble. "Oh, I heard about those from another guy... the founders wore powdered wigs, right?" As his gaze shifted from the screen to her, he caught a flicker of movement in her hair. "There's...uh..." He hesitated, unsure how to ask so he decided it was best to be silent and switch back to the conversation at hand. "Uh... so what exactly happened? Did a bird attack the wigs?"

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"Mostly just, like, some books," Margo said. "I think securities gotten a lot better. Hence the not-being-able-to-take-things thing. What are you looking for, anyway?" Margo wasn't super interested in magical artifacts, though. Sure, it'd be neat, but there were other historical archives that were more useful to her, anyway. She laughed softly. "Not the, uh, wigs. And not a bird. Though, a rather powerful gust of wind is still anger from the sky, huh?" Percy hopped down onto Margo's hand, puffing up to try and appear larger. "Not you. You're very mild mannered."

#with: ezekiel #ezekiel001

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Ignacio offered a low hum, a noise of genuine contemplation and sincere interest. "A shame. Perhaps one day we shall invent a way to hear their voices. If a ghost were to say something embarrassing, would you...would you smooth it for the air waves?" There was sincere curiosity in this question. "I ask because I would not be able to, and I would not want my guests to feel embarrassed. This is perhaps why I do not have a podcast." His inability to lie to make his ghost guests sound more intelligent and composed was obviously the sole barrier for such an endeavor.

Ignacio nodded. "I would not want my loved ones to stay for me. Would you? I would want them to move on to where they ought to be. And I do not want them to watch me struggle to carry all my groceries, mon dieu."

He smiled back. "I think so. But they do most of the making. I am but a stirrer." Ignacio sighed. "I suppose. Perhaps not fun. Perhaps togetherness. Community. Now more than ever, we all must...lean on those whom we have here."

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"I think that'd be pretty neat, actually." Really, maybe that was something she could work on. She could literally work technology like magic. "I mean, I'd let them know they were gonna be on air. Whatever they say's whatever they say, you know? It's like a living person, if you choose to say something live, that's kinda on you, right? I don't, you know, want people to be embarrassed. I want them to enjoying being on and listening! But I can't go back in time and change a live recording, unfortunately. That'd be cool, though."

Margo didn't actually know if she'd want her loved ones to stay for her or not. She really didn't have much of a choice. "My brother's stuck around. He's nice, though. It's... nice to still have him here, even if he can be nosy and over protective, despite not having an actual body. He definitely judges me for my midnight snack choices." She laughed quietly.

"Don't underestimate the importance of stirring!" Margo said. "It's pretty important, too. Even if the bees are doing the most of the work. I bet they've got a great union." She nodded. "I agree, though. It's important to have people you can trust." Even if she didn't tell them everything. Like a little notecard she'd signed yes.

END?

#with: ignacio #ignacio001

Rohan wrinkled up his nose, giving his head a shake back and forth. He laughed. "Well, my bio-family is Canadian, so maybe it's just that actually." Of all the things he had perhaps inherited, he supposed hockey was less troublesome than witchcraft. "You joke, but a random developer coming in to do something weird with Shadow Lake sounds exactly like the kind of thing that could reasonably happen," he sighed, offering a shrug of his shoulders. "I guess the difference is that stuff happens during halftime. Intermission is meant to be a break. That's why second acts of musicals always open with a jaunty non-story song; to let people get back to their seats without missing plot. That said, more and more plays make the poor actors lie about onstage in-character now during it." He smiled. "That's when you fling the flongs, right?"

Rohan gave an appreciative nod, as if he too had thought seriously on this subject. "Listen. On the topic of weird music guys, don't get me started on Harry Styles" He waved a hand through the air. "Always has been, I guess. It's like cars. I think that was on the day they taught everyone sports because I missed that class too. Could not tell you what they're called, but a lot of expensive cars are just really ugly."

A softer smile followed. "On the flipside, I would say most dead and buried people only want recognition. When I was able to spirit raise, that was a big...duty." And it had felt like that for him, a reason the universe had gifted him his powers. He shrugged. "It's funny, isn't it? I feel like in our minds, magic and science don't go together, but I suppose they do. Science is just magic that's been documented. But now I sound like a nerd."

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"Ohhh, I gotcha. Canada, hockey. It's genetics," Margo teased quietly. "Okay, you've got me there. I guess there's some space in Shadow Lake to do some wacky things. It'd be kind of wild to have pro sports here, though. Like, imagine everyone getting their mind wiped every time a werewolf streaks across the field. The field where nothing's going on during intermission." She nodded very seriously. "Lots of flong flinging going on, yep."

Margo had to agree. "I could probably join you on the Weird Music Guy Harry Styles train, but, like. Yeah. Yeah. Shouldn't start there." She kind of got that. Which, Margo had a lot of reasons for not being a car gal, more than just the general disinterest that came with sports. "Derby hats: they're the jacked up trucks of the headwear scene, you know."

That was kind of the name of the game, wasn't it? Ghosts, like people, talked because they wanted someone to listen. They talked to her because they new she'd hear them. It was a big duty. She took it seriously. Being related to her biggest haunt kind of did that, she supposed. "One day, they're gonna figure out using science why we can talk to ghosts or walk through walls or turn into wolves, huh? Guess that'll be an exciting day.

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#with: rohan #rohan001 #death tw

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With a shrug Sun-Hee dismissed what she perceived to be Margo's empathy. "It's fine. I don't even listen that much." When she could help it, at least. Sometimes she couldn't keep other people's thoughts out, but the witch made every effort to distract herself. "Yeah... I don't, like at all? Maybe I could boil water.." She'd admit she'd never actually tried. If Seo-Joon didn't cook for her there was always take out or cereal. Cooking didn't seem like a necessary skill. "Sooo all parents suck?" She tried to laugh but the sound didn't come out right. The seriousness of their conversation causing Sun-Hee to shift uncomfortably. "Did you live in California?" Her attempt at changing the conversation lacked enthusiasm in her expression. "You said the other side of the country, so I just assumed west coast."

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"So can you just turn it off?" Margo asked, curious. She couldn't turn it off. The seeing ghost thing, at least. They were just always there, and they seemed to always know she could see them. Nodding sagely, she said, "Boiling water's super fundamental. I think, if you can boil water, you can boil anything." With varying degrees of success, probably, but still. "I think that's fundamental, too. Like, you become a parent, you start sucking just a little." Margo liked her parents, though. Loving them was a given, but she liked them most of the time, too. "I did, yeah. I mean, not in a fun way. I don't know if saying I went to boarding school really counts as living somewhere. It's like taking all the fun aspects of living in California and throwing those away because you barely leave campus."

#with: sun hee #sun hee001

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