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[balletrat]

*Meg heads into the bar from out back, grabs a coffee and settles at a table for her afternoon break. She still looks tired, but not nearly so much as yesterday.*

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[mnt_mike]

There is a snuffling at her ankles.

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks, and squints down.*

- you're Stampy, right? *she says, rather worried.* I'm having a hard time keeping track of all the tiny elephants these days -

[mnt_mike]

She trumpets a greeting. It's quieter than normal because she can tell Meg might not be in the mood for such a display.

Rearing up on her hind legs, she places her flattened front feet on Meg's knee, trunk extending towards Meg's hand.

[balletrat]

*Meg smiles, a little, and holds out her hand flat to let Stampy sniff it.*

You don't mind me taking up some of your living space, do you?

[mnt_mike]

She paws at Meg. Her little legs attempting a jump from the floor, but she needs help. Elephants aren't known for their jumping skills.

[balletrat]

*It takes Meg a few seconds to figure it out, but then she grins and lowers her hand to give Stampy a bit of a boost.*

[mnt_mike]

Stampy gives Meg a greatful toot, before walking in a circle and eventually plopping down on the bench beside Meg.

[balletrat]

*Meg absently starts to rub Stampy's head.

There's something about tiny elephants, like teddy bears, that just makes people feel better.*

[mnt_mike]

She rests her head on Meg's leg, to allow for easier ear scratching access. Stampy will remain there until Meg either moves or gets sick of her and sends her off.

[the_antiangst]

"So what's this I've heard about you getting people to wear tutus?"

[balletrat]

*Meg blinks at him, rather taken aback.* I've been known to do so, yes, *she says, peering at him.* It's really not that difficult if you're determined.

[the_antiangst]

"Have enough skirts of my own, thanks. Xander thought that was your fault, for some reason, so I thought I'd ask about it."

[balletrat]

Xander likes to blacken my reputation, *Meg says, with a small grin.* I only really ever tutu people who deserve it.

*She tugs absently on a lock of hair.* I was actually hoping to talk to you today -

[the_antiangst]

"Well, he hadn't seen me down here in a skirt yet. I think I broke his brain with the concept, but he recovered pretty nicely." Until Mark turned up with his camera and his ambiance shots, but that's beside the point.
"You were? What about?"

[balletrat]

I don't see why people are always so worried about men in skirts, *Meg says absently.* They're just comfortable, is all.

- actually, I wanted to talk to you about the Phantom. Susan said someone had been - I dunno, bitten by a Phantom? Or something? Turned into a were-Phantom? It all sounded awfully dodgy -

[the_antiangst]

"Can't argue with that."
After she finishes her interpretation of what happened, he starts laughing. "Not... not quite. Far as I've pieced it together, something was going around fucking with people's personalities, and Roger got caught in the rafters bothering Susan and Cuthbert. Faith threw him in the cells for a while, thinking he'd been doing that stuff the whole time, but... hell, he's barely social enough to start conversations, never mind stalk people. Between talking to him and me, she figured he didn't mean it, and the other night aside, it can't have been him the whole time. That business started a good two weeks before he even got here."

[balletrat]

- wait, Roger got stuck with the Phantom's personality?

*Meg does a bit of staring.* Huh. That's like the last thing I would've expected. I know it couldn't've been him the whole time, though, 'cause stuff happened Friday when he was locked up -

[capt_angie]

*Angie, unaware of Andrew's departure, comes over with a buterbeer, smiling brightly.*

Hey...

[balletrat]

*Meg glances up.*

- oh, hey, Angie. How're you?

[capt_angie]

I'm good. Did you know there are dinosaurs in the bar?

*She asks, sipping her drink.*

[balletrat]

*Meg nods.* Really little ones? Yeah, I saw them for a sec one day. They're kind of cute.

[capt_angie]

Thoose are the ones...

*She says grinning. She finnaly takes a proper look at Meg and notices dark circles under her eyes. Her face furrows in concern for her friend.*

So how are you?

[balletrat]

I'm okay, *Meg says, with a bit of a shrug and a smile for her.* I've been practicing - this is my coffee break.

[capt_angie]

You sure?

*She asks raising an eyebrow. Meg has been known to lie when when it comes to her own well being.*

[balletrat]

That I've been practicing? *Meg says, blinking.* 'course I'm sure. Got the blisters to prove it.