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[balletrat]

*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

No dying of shock. Hangover maybe. The Valkyrie, in jeans, white sweater, and a cute naval jacket manages to give Meg a nod.

[balletrat]

*Meg stares, and heads over.*

Svava? You look like hell.

*Tactful, our Meg is.*

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I decided to get drunk last night. Anthy was there, but I don't think she did." Yes, somewhere deep inside, the Valkyrie is hoping the Rose Bride is just as nicely hung over as she is.

[balletrat]

*Meg pales, a little, at the memory of the last time Anthy got drunk.* Good thing - Anthy, er, really can't hold her liquor.

*She gives Svava a sympathetic look.* Did you see if the bar had a hangover potion?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I can fix it... as soon as my head stops pounding." A bit of a mutter, then she gives her best, faint smile to Meg.

"So how are you doing?"

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is looking at her from over by the fire.

[balletrat]

*Meg catches him looking at her.

She looks a little graver than she otherwise might, but gives a cheerful wave anyways.*

[lastgunslinger]

Roland nods to the other chair with raised eyebrows -- a would you join me? look.

[balletrat]

*Meg heads over and settles herself comfortably in the chair, back straight.*

'lo, Roland.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred's already dead, so that takes care of that.

"Hail, la Oracle."

[balletrat]

*Meg looks up, and waves cheerfully.* 'lo, Mordred. How're you?

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Thanks to my brother, I have realized that we are the sons of Graham Chapman, I think I am bearing up under the shock fairly well."

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks, looking thoroughly confused.*

- Graham Chapman being King Arthur's evil twin?

[agirllost]

"Hi Meg!" Kim smiles at her.

[balletrat]

*Meg looks up and grins.* Hey, Kim! How're you?

[agirllost]

Kim smiles. "In most ways I'm good. How are you?"

[balletrat]

Also good in most ways. I don't think anyone around here's ever all-the-way-good . . . *She grins wryly.* But most of the way is not half bad, considering.

[kabeleced]

Reg regpounces.

Well, no, he doesn't. But he would, if he pounced.

[balletrat]

*Meg megsqueaks!

Yes, she actually does. And beams a hello, too.*

[kabeleced]

Reg beams a hello back.

[balletrat]

How've you been, steppapi?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Except Anthy, who simply suffers eternal torment of shock.

Orrrr . . . says, "Hello, Meg," distractedly, and smiles at Meg.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins back at Anthy, cheerfully.* Hullo, Anthy.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

"How've you been?" Anthy leans her elbows on the counter and rests her chin on her hands. "How's your tutu?"

[balletrat]

*Meg makes a face.* This one's fine. The good one's still back at home being Evil.