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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, looking alive, awake, alert and enthusiastic.

- hey, not her fault she's been asleep all day.*

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert is still at the bar and still sans hat.

Perhaps he and the still-sans-magical-tutu ballerina can console each other.

[balletrat]

*Perhaps Cuthbert's hat was a magick hat, and nobody ever knew it!

Perhaps he can pull rabbits out of it!

Whether this is the case or not, Meg waves, anyways.*

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

That's an interesting possibility. He could keep his slingshot in it.

Cuthbert nods to her, smiling. "You alright? I saw you got somewhat flung across the entire bar last night..."

[balletrat]

*Yes, but then every time he met an enemy he'd have to take his hat off to them . . .

Meg grins back cheerfully.* Oh, I always get flung the furthest. I should bet people on it, seriously.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Oh, that wouldn't be so bad. After all, Cuthbert's mother taught him to be polite to people even when he was about to shoot them.

"Not too banged up because of it, I hope? You seem alright enough."

[balletrat]

I'm used to falling, *Meg says, with a grin.* One of the first things they teach you in ballet school. And everything else made up for it, anyways.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Bert's smile becomes a grin. "Yar, it was."

He pauses, then, "Last night was the first time I've really seen you in a fight. You handled yourself well, from what I saw."

[balletrat]

*Meg shrugs, with a small grin.*

I'm not very good at aiming, but I can shoot in vaguely the right direction.

No one had to come haul my derriere out of the fire. That's enough for me.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"Well, huge monsters tend to present good targets. Not that all of them were huge, that is. Still, the fact that you stood with us at all speaks for himself. And that is not at all intended in a patronizing gunslinger-to-ballerina way, either. I've known a lot of supposedly hard men who couldn't have handled last night."

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren looks like he'd like to speak to her.

So maybe he should.

[balletrat]

*Perhaps he should, at that.

Meg gives him a small wave, anyways.*

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"Hey."

Warren shifts his weight and burries his hands in his pockets and looks at various things and basically wears an expression that means he has something to say, but it's important so he'll never say it. Andrew knows it well.

[balletrat]

*Meg is good at saying important things badly!*

So about your body.

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

Warren winces.

"Yes," he says, through clenched teeth.

[balletrat]

Andrew told me about the plans . . .

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

"I know. I heard you don't approve."

[balletrat]

No.

*Meg looks at him, a little helplessly.* Desolee and all. But I can't think it's a good idea.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith envies Meg her rest. You can tell by the way she's looking at her. She might be glaring, a little.

[balletrat]

*Meg looks almost apologetic. Almost.

But she's still a bit too woo-hoo-I-fought-and-killed-something high to be that apologetic. It's almost as good as dance-high. Almost.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"So I hear you had yourself a 'Wild Bunch' moment with that gun of yours," Faith says by way of greeting. "Bernard said you did good with it."

[balletrat]

*Meg beams.*

Not that good. But I took out enough monsters to stop anyone needing to jump in and rescue me, which is good enough for me.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I'm impressed," Faith says, and raises the ever-present cup of coffee in salute. "You managed to hit the monsters instead of the people, so hey, good for you."

[balletrat]

They were all sort of in the same direction, *Meg says, with a grin.* No humans in todash space. Usually.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith does not know what todash space is. She's a little afraid to ask. Still, duty and all, so she does. "Todash?"

[balletrat]

- er, space between worlds, *Meg explains, hastily.* With monsters in. And nasty chimes.

*Meg feels this explains it sufficiently.*