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[balletrat]

*Meg is brooding sulking sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Meg. And a happy St. Patrick's Day to you. Not that they have that n France, do they?"

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head, and looks up with a grin.* Nope - not so much. It's an Irish thing, right?

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Very much so. I'm part Irish, so I sort of notice it.

"How are you today?"

[balletrat]

I'm fine. *Meg grins at him.* How 'bout you, got anything special in mind for the holiday?

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Not a thing. When you live in a bar, a party marked by getting drunk seems redundant. And I am not one for drinking.

"On the other hand, I might drink a little at the soiree."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

If Meg were brooding and/or sulking, Cuthbert would be raising his eyebrows at her in a hey, what's wrong? sort of way. As it is, he's nodding in her direction.

[balletrat]

*There is no brooding or sulking going on whatsoever. Meg is quite firm on this. So she waves cheerfully and normally to Cuthbert.*

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert observes the pointed lack of brooding and sulking.

"So...bar seems blessedly free of strange men in underwear, today."

[balletrat]

And we all say thank you to the gods of bad mental imagery, *Meg agrees, with pointed lack of any sort of DT slang. And, er, of brooding and sulking, too.*

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Streetrat inna Megthread.

[balletrat]

*Meg looks up, and is immediately all animation.*

Gamin! Hey!

[street-sparrow.livejournal.com]

He grins and bounces over.

"Hi, Meg!"

[balletrat]

I haven't seen you in ages -

*She sombers, a bit.* Did you get my note?

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

There is a man.

A rather familiar-looking man, actually. Or maybe it's the mask which is familiar.

Whichever it is, ballerinas are something he knows about. He looms closer, watching her...

[balletrat]

*Meg happens to glance up.

- and valiantly resists the temptation to faint again. Three times in three days is too much, damnit!*

[fiendsoncue.livejournal.com]

His eyes are hard to see under the mask, but they are definitely looking at her. He bows, with a swirl of cape, but comes no nearer.

Yet.

[balletrat]

*Automatically, Meg rises to curtsey, and then, after doing so, damns herself and starts rummaging in her bag . . .

yes, she did bring it this time! One Opera Ghost mask, coming up.*

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

Anakin is standing in the bar, looking quite confused. In jeans.

[balletrat]

*Meg eyes the jeans.

Meg reads the shirt.

Floor, meet Meg. Goodbye, chair. You were a good friend in need.*

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

"Meg? What is it?" He's so lost.

[balletrat]

Have you read your shirt? *Meg manages to choke, and is back to giggling.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

What a coincidence, there is a Valkyrie morosely desparately sitting a few seats down, with hot chocolate.

[balletrat]

*By some strange chance, the brooding sulking completely normal ballerina sees the Valkyrie.*

Svava?

Are you all right?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava looks up, and over to Meg. She gives the ballerina a faint smile and shrug.

"...yes or no doesn't really work for it." She bites her lip, thinking.

[balletrat]

*Meg winces.*

Well.

Care to talk about it?