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[balletrat]

*Oh, I forbid ye maidens a'
That wear gowd on yer hair
To come or go by Milliways
For crackish folk are there.

Meg Giry has kirted her pink tutu
A little aboon her knee
And she has broded her yellow hair
A little aboon her bree
And she's away to Milliways
As fast as she can hie.

Or in other words, Meg heads into the bar from out back, and sits down on a stool to clean her sword, coffee at her elbow.*

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[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Meg. Long time no see." It's Barry, and his good mood is evident. But so is the concern in his voice.

"Got a moment?"

[balletrat]

'course, Barry, *Meg says, looking up with a grin.* Indy talked to me last night - good to hear someone's still handling the whole Phantom thing.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Barry focuses and shifts totally into cop mode.

"Or rather, about Andrew and the Phantom. Indy filled me about your conversation, and I think that Andrew is wrong in being so nonchalant.

"I used to deal with criminals in costumes as garsih as mine, with a flair for the dramatic, like the Phantom's. That's why I think that the Phantom is a serious threat, and that with Andrew announcing his departure, the Phantom will finally come down from the rafters and go after him."

[balletrat]

You don't have to tell me, *Meg says, instantly serious.* I mean, I've seen people killed by the Phantom. And Piangi was a big guy, it took dedication to get him up into the rafters.

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Oh. About your world's Phantom...

"I don't think it's him. It could be, but there is distinct Discian magic at play here, at least from one of the Phantoms. Not the one who's doing the stalking, but the evidence...well, it points towards a similar set of crimes in Ankh-Morpork.

"Still, I'm glad you are taking this seriously. Any chance you can get Mr. Wells to do the same?"

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean is nearby. He is leaning against the bar, playing his harp. He nods calmly to Meg.

"Good afternoon, Meg."

[balletrat]

Good morning, *Meg says, cheerfully, and takes a sip of coffee.* You look better.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean nodded.

"My situation has improved."

He paused.

"Are you doing well, Meg?"

[OOC: Sorry, science called.]

[balletrat]

[OOC: No worries!]

*Meg beams.* Yup. I have a new sword!

*She is very proud of it.*

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean eyed the weapon. He looked Meg over.

"That is very good. Are you able to use it?"

[the_antiangst]

Angel sees her and heads over, on the grounds that it's been a while since they talked.
"Nice sword."

[balletrat]

*Meg beams.* Thanks! It's new, and it's been coming in quite handy - much better than using makeshift stuff or the practice swords you can get from the bar.

[the_antiangst]

"I wouldn't think you'd really need a sword around here, especially the way Security is. But if it makes you feel better, who am I to stop you?"

[balletrat]

Well, who's to say that around here is where I'll need it? *Meg asks reasonably, and grins.* 'sides, sometimes especially with the way Security is -

[the_antiangst]

"I'd ask if Paris could really be that bad, but if it's anywhere near New York at its worst, I can't blame you."

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

OOC: Best entry post evar.

[balletrat]

[OOC: *beams* Thanks!]

[shelley_winters]

There is a Shelley wandering over, clutching her tea with a slightly defensive air.

"Hello, Meg!"

[balletrat]

Shelley! *Meg waves back cheerfully.* How're you? I haven't seen you since the party!

[shelley_winters]

Shelley decides to gloss a bit.

"I'm okay. How about you? Been practising?"

[balletrat]

*Meg waves her sword vaguely (and unthreateningly, thankfully) a bit.* Yup - I have a new sword, I figure I'd better get my nonexistent money's worth out of it, you know?

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

Due to the wonders of Millitime, Roger is further down the bar, guitar slung over his back and a bowl of cereal in front of him. The food's largely being ignored in favour of his notebook.

When he sees Meg, there's a moment where he simply stares. Then he gets up and moves down a few stools in her direction.

"Hi, Meg," he says with a tiny smile.

[balletrat]

*Meg looks up, and cocks her head.* Well, you look more cheerful today, *she says, with a grin.* Gotten over the whole time difference thing yet?

[fenderfrontman.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, scratches the nape of his neck. "Yeah. I don't know. It's still fucking bizarre, but I'll get over it eventually.

"What's with the sword?"

He's not uneasy. Nope, not at all.

[balletrat]

I've been practicing with it, *Meg says happily.* I'm getting sort-of good, too. It's a good thing to know around here.