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[OOM-but-not: Five days.]

Meg comes downstairs this evening, knitting bag in hand, considers for a moment, and then selects a comfortable chair not far from the fireplace.

She's working this evening on another scarf, this one a dark purple, worked in cables. It's a complicated pattern, which is good, as it leaves her mind with very little room to think about anything else.

She would not be adverse to company, so long as you don't mind catching her at a good stopping point.

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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has been poking his nose into odd corners of Milliways lately, for lack of anything else to do. And periodically he passes through the bar proper.

He appears quietly in the chair by Meg's. But without comment at this time.

Like learning to knock, he has learned that rows must be completed.

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Dropping stitches can be a problem.

But she noticed his arrival, and when she reaches the end of the row, she looks up.

"Hello, Castiel."

[thursdays_angel]

"Hello, Meg."

It's almost strange to be seeing so much of Meg these days. But neither one of them is wandering far afield lately.

"Things are well?" he asks, eyes automatically sweeping the immediate surroundings to see who else might be about.

The area is quiet, but it still seems prudent to watch his words.

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"Yes," she says.

"I just wanted a change of scene for a while.

"How are you?"

[thursdays_angel]

"I am...."

A number of adjectives spring to mind. Castiel is not quite sure which of them, or which possible combination, adequately describes his mood at this point. Impatient? Anxious? Bored? Self-Doubting? Unsettled?

"Fine."

"Were you aware that there is a brothel here?"

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Meg isn't eating or drinking anything at the moment Castiel asks this, which makes the fact that she chokes slightly impressive.

(She also turns faintly pink.)

"I . . . um . . ."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel isn't sure whether to interpret this as a yes or a no.

"The Delicate Flowers, I believe it is called."

"I was unaware of its presence until very recently."

He had stumbled onto it on one of his rambling expeditions.

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"Oh," Meg says.

New and exciting levels of awkward, here.

"Um . . .

"It's . . . not any place I've ever gone looking for."

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel raises one eyebrow slightly.

"I did not go in," he says.

Just for the sake of clarification.

"There is also a garage."

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Oh.

Thank.

God.

"I knew about the garage," Meg says.

"Though I haven't been.

"Have you been exploring?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel nods.

"I find that it passes the time."

There is little else that does so for him right now. He is leery of mingling to often or freely in the bar. He does not sleep. He has no real place to retreat.

Maybe he should take up knitting.

"The view from the mountain is pleasant."

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"I haven't ever spent a lot of time outside here," she says.

Since certain protections that exist in the bar proper don't seem to extend to the outdoors, Meg's never been terribly comfortable wandering around alone.

"The view of the mountains is pretty, though."

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"The baseball diamond still seems to be in good repair."

He had been glad to see it. He had spent some time just sitting on the bleachers.

[ellectrical]

At some point, Elle wanders in from the grounds, her hair tied back and the definite air that she'd spent the day practicing outside. She stops by the bar for a bottle of water, and takes a seat by the fire.

Her eyes pass over Meg as she sits, but though she does have some surprising skills from her time at the Company, knitting is not one of them, and she has no clue about the etiquette of interrupting someone who's doing it. With most people, she probably wouldn't care.

As it is, she settles down in a nearby chair, and focuses on the bottle of water instead.

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Meg looks up at the end of the row, and smiles.

"Hello, Elle.

"How are you?"

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Elle chooses this time to take a drink of water.

If it's to give her extra time to think of an answer, it doesn't amount too much, as she offers a small shrug in response.

After what's possibly an awkward pause, "You're knitting."

She's very observant.

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"Yes," Meg says.

"I'm making a scarf.

"Do you knit?"

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She shakes her head.

A little dimly, "It's summer in my world."

Elle's not really sure why she said that. Other than that it means she wouldn't need a scarf.

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"Oh," Meg says.

She thinks she can see how the two are related.

Sort of.

"What have you been doing lately?"

[ellectrical]

Elle takes another moment to answer this.

"Practicing," she decides.

Beat. "Here."

So on second thought, maybe she will need a scarf.

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"How has that been going?" Meg asks.

"And have you been staying here, or just coming here to practice?"

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"It's..."

Her first inclination is to finish this with the rather unhelpful word 'practice,' but instead, she goes with the marginally more helpful, "... okay."

There's another pause; she doesn't seem entirely sure about how to answer.

"Sometimes... I don't go back to my world for a while."

She shrugs, and thinks of something she figures might at least be relevant for Meg.

"Sometimes I stay with X."

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"I haven't seen her in a while," Meg says.

Of course, Meg's sense of a while is a little skewed right now -- the last ten days have felt like a month.

"How is she? Have you seen her?"

[ellectrical]

She nods

And then seems to realize she should say something else.

"She - has baseball. With kids out there."

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"Right, she mentioned a tournament, or something similiar."