{Happy Death Day to you, baby » Open

[insincerecharm]

Who: Becks + OPEN
Where: Mansion grounds; Deux Lux;
When: Aug 7th
Rating: PG-13 (cw: depression, talk of death, violence, alcohol as a coping mechanism)
Summary Today is Becks' Death Day and she's Not Dealing Well.
The Story: Prompts in comments below~

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{Watch it burn with the fire you started in me » Maggie Garcia

[insincerecharm]

One of the last things Becks might have expected on this day was to find Maggie Garcia on the other side of her door declaring, "I have a giant box of explosives. Do you want to hide out, or do you want to use them?", but it was just the sort of thing that she needed today. "So...where did you get this magical box of explosives anyway?" Becks asks, canting her head slightly to one side curiously.

[talesuntold]

"Seth keeps weapons in a spare bedroom. I showed up on his doorstep and exchanged baked goods for them."

Maggie smiles slightly. "I think he has less sense than most of my friends. He agreed even before making sure that I'd have Irwin supervision."

[insincerecharm]

She tilts her head a little to the side, an amused smirk on her face. "You would exchange explosives for empanadas." She chuckles softly a little, "Clearly. He was just going to let you run rampant with weaponry?! Someone needs to teach him."

[talesuntold]

"Don't be silly," Maggie tells her. "It was conchas, not empanadas."

And then she nods. "He asked me for details on what kind I needed, so I said they were for you, and that he should pick out something interesting without too large a blast radius."

[insincerecharm]

She laughs softly, "Of course. My mistake." She shakes her head a bit, "Silly Seth, explosives are for Irwins!" There's a beat before she adds, "Let me grab some shoes and we can go." she disappears from the doorway, leaving the door open, a wordless invitation if Maggie chooses to take it and come inside while she gets her boots on.