[ the festival boasts a great many booths, but margaery stands before a game of sharpshooting, motioning over one of her fellow displaced with a flourish. whether she's been here for days or months, she appears at ease and dresses for the temperate fall in dress fitting of 2511's fashion. how she managed to acquire it without a steady income is anyone's guess.

bright eyes settle on her companion. ]

Will you teach me how to play?

[ never done it before, obviously, because she's a renfaire or a princess or w/e. odds are she's probably said enough to clue in any of the displaced to that already. ]

[ at a rooftop garden overlooking the river, a private festival affair is in full swing, with heavy-hitters and up-and-comers alike, including a rising political and charity worker on the scene, with her image beginning to catch the gaze of the world, due to a supernatural assist or two.

margaery favours her classic silhouette, nipped at the waist and low at the neck, with her hair tied back in a crown of braids. the blue of her dress seems to shimmer, holographic in the dappled sunlight of the garden. ]

There you are. [ offered with a tip of her head as she catches your arm, tough light. with convincing warmth and familiarity, her voice lilts into a stage-whisper, faux-chiding. ] I’ve been trying to steal you away all evening.

[ a glance at the suits across from them, eyes widening as if noticing their appearance for the first time. her mouth blooms into a smile. ]

Oh, you haven’t told them yet, have you.

[ hyping up your idea / status / charm, mate. just go with it. ]

Hello, my fellow Displaced — or should call you the voyagers of the multiverse? We don't seem to stay put now, do we.

Forgive me if I misuse this network. Such things are not common in Westeros.

[ or Essos, or Sothoryos, she'd wager, though it’s evident she’s already memorised the welcome guide. ] 

My name is Margaery Tyrell, Lady of House Tyrell of Highgarden, rulers of the Reach, and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, but for want of House and Kingdom, I should think Margaery suits us all.

[ to offer this information freely is to diminish its worth in whispers. ]

I've heard there are gardens here, but I must confess my hesitance to travel alone. If anyone is able to spare a moment to indulge me, you would have my thanks.

[ catch margaery playing festival games, sharing her food with strangers, or returning to the safehouse with three dresses slung over her shoulder, having bargain-hunted and super-powered her way to future fashion even in these times of stress. feel free to go rogue, too! ]