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later the same day, body for the protection of magical species offices // @theaurorfiles-npc, @marleighmcmahon

With the temporary unspoken truce that the connection with Margot had seemingly caused, the case feels significantly more manageable, less like something he wants to rush through, and more like a case should be, something to solve, and solve well. They head to MACUSA’s headquarters, to the floor where the Werewolf Relations Offices are housed, and in the absence of having to worry, for now at least, what McMahon might say or do, he does vaguely worry what it’s going to be like to speak with Molina. That relationship had been downright near hostile before his transformation, and after it had been strange, but not so bad, once he understood better the position they were in against their own will, understood that very little of what he had thought or said to them had been helpful in the slightest, suddenly in their position, too.

It’s been decades since he’s seen anyone from his original squad, and time passing is a strange thing for him in that it doesn’t really mean anything, but he’s well aware that’s not the case for most people. So even though he knows not to expect the Jo Molina he had known years ago, it’s still a bit of a shock when they’re pointed towards their office, when he knocks on the slightly ajar door of their office and sees them, physically older than him now. But no matter what they look like, Camden can tell that he would’ve recognized them.

“Molina, it’s been a long time, good to see you. You smell the same,” he says, a hint of a joke. No need to reintroduce himself, nothing’s changed for him. “This is Corporal Marleigh McMahon, my partner on the Lake Worth case. Do you think you could spare a few minutes?”

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afternoon, after they’ve both hit information overload, marleigh’s apartment // @marleighmcmahon

There are so many things running through her head that she’s having a hard time figuring out where to even start organizing things, for the first time since maybe she first found out the reason her mother didn’t like to talk about her father, the reason she never liked to mention the name Snow. They’re on the brink of something enormous here, and now she’s got the chance to actually figure it out. It’s so interesting how so much has changed, though. If she had gotten messages like those even months ago, she would have jumped at the chance, done anything she could to join and understand just what Allen Snow had been a part of, had taken the lone fall for, all those years ago. But now, with more information than she’s found in the past ten years thanks to Marleigh’s willing help, and Igantius’ unknowing help, she’s cautious.

She didn’t feel safe telling Marleigh the new developments over telekit, knowing that they had access to hers somehow, and she even left hers behind at her own apartment before going to Marleigh’s at the agreed upon time, before meeting their next step in this whole thing, not knowing the extent of how much access they had, just in case.

In the simplest sense, she’s freaking out, because she’s got no idea what to do now that she’s suddenly being handed what she had been begging for for years. But Baron had composed herself as best as she could, before apparating to fucking New York City, the same alleyway that Marleigh had brought her to last time, and making her way to their apartment. She knocks on the door, okay, maybe bangs on it, and as soon as it’s open, she starts.

“This is all getting very, very real all of a sudden. It’s happening, Marleigh, I got––” she cuts herself off, looking at them. And they look as freaked out, in a different way, as her. “Are you okay? Actually, don’t answer that yet, let’s get inside. Muffle everything.”

#( marleigh. )#( marleigh 004. )

morning but a different morning then the jim convo, the unoccupied conference room, central squad offices // @marleighmcmahon

The universe must be having a grand laugh. The name of his assisting on the case making him roll his eyes grandly, and on top of one of the contacts listed for the case. Jo Molina. It makes sense, of course, that they would be here to aid in this sort of case, but he does wonder if the whole reason he was put on this case in the first place is because they had worked together, had had an interesting working relationship. The thought of dealing with McMahon while also seeing Molina for the first time in decades––and knowing the two of them will likely hit it off grandly––makes them feel absolutely exhausted.

But he knows better than to approach any of this on the defensive. In fact, he thinks it could be pleasant to see Molina, considering the acceptance of his own curse they had been fairly essential in accidentally encouraging, once his condition had been common knowledge and he had realized he would have to live. On top of it, he’s well aware, now, of what had gone on in Scotland, the little issue that McMahon might be facing themself, and Molina, of all people, may be able to offer them something. Too many people on this damn squad seem to end up with curses they didn’t ask for; there’s no need for it to be harder for any of them than it has to be, even someone who very much wants to see him fired.

This is all without considering the topic of Deliverance, and the very clear way he had ignored their threats and proceeded to cross every line until landing here, in something strange, and new, and nice. And so he tries to approach this civilly, for Liv’s sake, as much as for his own desire not to end up fired by the end of this case for the one thing that feels good in his life right now. When he comes into the conference room, McMahon is already there, and he sits down, folding his hands on the table.

“I’m certain there’s plenty you would like to say to me, so I’ll let you begin, and then we can get to the case.”

#( marleigh. )#( lake worth monster. )#who knows which of these cases is first time doesn't exist #this is a mess but i tried rip

[Incoming Telekit Message] Corporal Marleigh McMahon: So you and me, huh Savage? When do you want to head out?

Suppose we should have a conversation first. The unoccupied conference room, five minutes, and we’ll go from there.

#( asks. )#( marleigh. )#camden is holding 'if you hate me lets talk' office hours daily now in that empty conference room #Anonymous

[Incoming Telekit Message] Officer Marleigh McMahon: starting a betting pool on who the blocked sender is, so far there's 10 galleons on eames and 5 on whitney you in?

What if it’s the government oversight woman? Trying to get us for improper use of telekits? It’s probably Eames, but also that’s way more interesting.

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valentine’s ball, just after talking with eames, somewhere in the halls, a little lost ( @marleighmcmahon. )

He’s on autopilot at this point, just trying to get the hell out of this ridiculously huge manor without bursting into tears, which feels like a feat rivaling what the vice president has asked of him, at the moment. The little house elf hadn’t been there when he had left the study, of course, and he hadn’t really been paying attention on the way there, assuming he’d be with Ben Eames, and maybe get a whole tour after looking at his lie of a dragon hide shoe collection. It can’t be as hard as he’s making it, to find his way back to the main hall, but now it’s making him think too much of the manor he grew up in, the one he’ll have to be back in soon, and fuck, if it feels impossible to navigate in his already jumbled thoughts.

When he rounds a corner, and runs directly into someone, Ignatius lets out half a yelp, that cuts off into something a little too close to a sob. He turns in an awkward circle, covering his mouth, trying to temper his reaction, before looking back again to see Marleigh. And seeing them makes him think of the date that feels like it was eons ago, which only makes him feel worse.

“Fuck,” he curses loudly. He kind of wants to kick them in the shin, but they didn’t do anything wrong besides accidentally catch him off guard, so instead he half-heartedly kicks the baseboard. It’s stupid, and it’s childish, and it hurts his toe in the stupid heels he shouldn’t have bothered with, but it feels a little cathartic. “You scared the shite out of me. Of course, you’re sneaking about... please tell me you know where the bloody exit is, I just want to get out.”

#( marleigh. )#( marleigh | valentines ball. )

the edge of the ballroom, the valentine’s day ball / @marleighmcmahon

Already, this is a mistake. It was a foolish choice to come, compelled by this newfound change between them that makes it near impossible to think of anything, but Deliverance. More than foolish, it feels dangerous, the possibilities outside of the office, and outside of the context of a sacrament, now that the line has been crossed.

But worse than that is the fact that the moment they had arrived, it had been impossible to escape everyone talking about those costumes. Somehow, he had thought that perhaps after the report he submitted, Monday might consider how his actions affected him. Apparently that was giving him too much credit. And it seemed that the nearly life-ending adventure the two idiots had been on made them want to take another, in the form of their costumes tonight. They’re lucky that there’s something much more pressing on his mind, or else he’d be tempted to devote his night to making the party hell for both of them, for their childish joke.

Still, Camden isn’t surprised when the other idiot, dressed very offensively as his brother, makes his way to the corner he’s taken up residence in. But he’s even less in the mood for jokes than usual, and he speaks before McMahon can get a word out.

“It’s nearly astounding just how little care for your well being you and Monday possess,” he says flatly, only sparing them a glance before looking back out at the crowd, where those with matching costumes were beginning to pair off to dance. Searching for that familiar face, despite himself.