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Who: Meg and Closed (Crowley and Angel)
Where: At first a random staircase where she runs into Crowley, then on to the stables to give Angel a hard time.
When: Feb 29th March 3rd
Rating: M for potty mouths I'm sure
Summary: As usual, she doesn't appreciate events when they happen. News at 11.
The Story:
When everything decides it's about time to go haywire again, Meg finds herself on a staircase. At first, she was tense, wondering if this was some kind of death trap. There's always some part of her on high alert around the mansion, knowing it's tendency to go all nutso at the drop of a hat.

After it's done doing the whole breaking off into pieces routine and nothing actually happens, she relaxes a smidge. Now, she's more curious than anything.

Leaning against the railing, she has herself a look around. Kinda unexpected, but she's stopped trying to predict what the mansion will do next. At least it breaks up the monotony and boredom of life around this hell hole.

Now what? Well, she's just going to ponder on that as she rests her elbows against the railing, watching the other pieces of the mansion as she thinks on that particular problem.

For the moment, she's alone. There's no telling how long that will last.

Comments

CROWLEY

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ANGEL

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After her fun filled encounter with Crowley that has her fuming (like always), Meg makes good use of her ability to teleport by hauling her ass off that staircase and to the furthest location she can see from her spot.

Which just so happens to be the stables.

Automatically, she looks disgusted and prepares herself to just zap over to somewhere less hay covered and smelly when a lone figure catches her attention.

"Having fun, cowboy?" She smirks at Angel as she makes her way over to him, side eyeing the horses that seem to be a little put out with their current situation. "How'd you get stuck on this heap?"