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[unregenerate]

[ Guess who's back, back again?

If the guess was 'the demon known as Meg', well get yourself a cookie out of the cookie jar. She is back, and having herself a fit of nostalgia. Not the good kind, though. When she arrived the first time it was on the very beach she finds herself on again. Before, though, she was fit to be tied, trying to zap out of Wonderland with no luck whatsoever. Now, though...well, it's a completely different story.

She's managed to prop herself up against a nearby sand dune, looking for all the world like she's just lounging around, enjoying the sunshine. Except she's not enjoying any of this, and she's currently looking pretty beat up and bloody - not to mention blonde. If her legs were cooperating, she would probably be doing some form of her previous anger stomp along the beach, but right now she just can't. It's another cherry on the sundae that has now become her life.

Obviously, this is the best time to announce her return, and when she turns on the video she ignores the blood on her face, figuring she'll just clean it up later. In the end, who cares. Without preamble, she starts in: ]

So, who does a girl have to bribe to get a beer around here? [ Look at that, alcohol is her priority as always. The more things change, and yadda yadda yadda, whatever. She just needs a damn drink. ] I think I've earned myself about two or eighteen. Wouldn't say no to some whiskey, either.

[ Hand delivered, of course. Like hell she's going to belly crawl up to the mansion, give her a little credit here. The plan is basically wait until she's healed up enough to walk, then stumble up to the room she's learning to call home and pass out for a month or two. She's tired.

There's a pause, and she looks like she's going to say more. It's like an itch, the need to call Crowley out and challenge him, but she holds back on that. There's no telling if he's still there anymore, and besides - the longer she can go without seeing his face, the better. So, she'll just cut off the video, without so much as a toodles or a good bye. ]

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[oncefairytale]

Oh. My. God. Are you alright?

[Amy just stares at the screen in disbelief. It's been a while since anything big has happened and oh my god that woman is bleeding Amy maybe you should do something more than ask the obvious.]

[unregenerate]

[ Amy's question is met with a flat look. ] Doing just peachy, just might run a few laps around the place.

[ Her sarcasm is still functional at least. That's a plus in the good column. ]

Just need a little bit to heal up, Red, don't worry about it. Unless you're going to be bringing me a beer.

[ Priorities, Meg has them. ]

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[perceptum]

Meg.

[ She doesn't exactly have the same 'oh my god panic' reaction as Amy. Actually, she sounds pretty unsurprised by the state in which she's returned, but that's less lack of shock and more she already pretty much knew, but that's neither here nor there. ]

She needs help. Five minutes it'll take her. Five minutes to say no, or she'll have company.

[ And she signs off without her own goodbye, with her warning done and dusted she starts to make her way down to the spot that she'd seen Meg, on the beach. She's got mixed feelings about the demon as a whole, but she's not really done anything personally to River. In fact, she's been more kind to her than otherwise, and a hell of a lot nicer to her than she is to most.

So yeah, Meg's hardly a stellar example of best person out, but she goes all the same, because she needs help. Not like she knows how good she can really be, but she'll find out soon enough. ]

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[unregenerate]

[ River, oh knowing one, why didn't you warn her what was ahead?

Not like it would have made a difference anyway. Meg just gives her device a sort of bemused look before, settling back in to wait. Not that she has much of a choice in the matter.

When she senses River approach, she turns to look at her. While she's always been wary of the girl, her abilities giving her too much sight into the inner workings of Meg's mind, but in general she doesn't mind her presence. ]

What's up, Crazycakes? It's been a while - can't say I've missed your way with words.

[ Standard Meg greeting for people she tolerates. She knows River won't take it too personally. Meg's had a hell of a year. ]

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[illbeeatingyou]

[Dick is studying Meg. It really is difficult to not admire the handiwork of a torturer. But where are his manners?]

That's a good look on you.

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[unregenerate]

[ Color her a shade of totally fucking stumped, because is that Dick Roman? Who's next, Azazel? Granted, she wouldn't be too bothered with seeing that particular demon again...except she would probably have to explain the whole 'helping Winchesters win the day' thing.

Whatever. Dick Roman is here. That doesn't bode good for anyone. ]

I'm a girl who knows how to make friends in all the right places. [ She'll raise her eyebrows at him, a slight tone of challenge in her voice. ] I had no idea this place was starving for Dick. I could have given it a few suggestions that didn't involve a Chomper or a douche in a business suit.

[ Hey, she may not have ever met the Leviathan until now, but she took a few bullets during the whole 'Dick Takedown' that happened. So she'll happily blame him for it. ]

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[ofletters]

[ When he sees the feed, Sam goes to look. Because she deserves it. He can tell almost immediately that she remembers, and not just because of the sun-in treatment, but because he recognizes that expression. It's one of someone who's aged in a short amount of time, someone with painful memories. He moves through the mansion, not sure exactly of her location, but manages to make his way down toward the beach without too much hassle.

He makes his appearance with a measured expression. And a beer. ]

... You remember.

[ He's relieved, honestly. ]

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[unregenerate]

[ She senses Sam's approach, tilting her head back to watch him. She has context for that whole sickly thing he has going on, but she's not going to comment. Chalking it up to tablet shenanigans is good enough for her. ]

Sure do. Every little detail. [ Not the most pleasant memories to add to her arsenal, but she'll deal. ] How long have I been gone from Wonderhell?

[ Obviously, he and Dean managed to get away, so that goes without asking. At least she didn't get stabbed in the gut for nothing, otherwise she would have been a little miffed.

She reaches out her left hand, waiting for that beer. It's one of the few body parts she can move without much effort on her part. At least the bleeding has stopped - for the most part. ]

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[chloroformedthejanitor]

[Annie happens to be working in the clinic when she sees Meg's video, and okay, she's a demon, but she's also really gross and bloody and that's no good. So she clicks the video back on and clears her throat.]

Can you walk? I'm in the clinic, if you need help.

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[unregenerate]

Not at the moment, Sunshine, but I'll get to walking soon.

[ Oh, she remembers this one. She was moving her furniture around like a woman possessed (haha). Despite being slightly incapacitated, this hasn't killed her need to mess with people. ]

You got a bed made up nice and pretty for me? I promise I won't mess it up too bad, but only if you give me some good drugs.

[ Actually, drugs in general wouldn't have much of an affect on her - that demon tolerance - but she wouldn't say no to it, either. ]

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[hypercompetent]

Meg? [ Holy shit. The last time Stiles saw Meg, she was A) snarking at him, poolside, B) a brunette, and C) not looking like she joined fight club and forgot the rules. His eyebrows shoot up, and he lets out a long, low whistle. ]

It looks like someone literally punched the color out of your hair.

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[unregenerate]

That's one way to put it, sassy. [ Oh look, it's the kid who fell in the pool. Good to see he's managed to get himself dry in the meantime. ] Except it's more like I had a year of torture, and this came with the package.

[ Don't even ask. The bleach just seemed to be Crowley giving her the finger, but then practically everything he does she takes as a personal offense nowadays. Even breathing. ]

Need to dye my hair back soon, thanks for the reminder.

[action]

[thepointisdolphins]

[Probably not the Crowley you wanted, huh?]

[He just sort of stared at this feed for awhile before actually replying because Go--someone damn, that sure is a very beat up looking girl. Crowley's supposed to be a big bad demon, but he's really not that big on violence. And for all he can tell, this girl is just plain old human. Just when you start remembering how awful Hell and its denizens are, humans go off and do something so spectacularly shitty that you really have to ask who the evil ones really are.]

[Free will must be a bitch.]

[Anyway, far be it from him to deny an injured girl some apparently well-deserved drink. So he pops into existence nearby on the beach, sunglasses firmly in place to hide his eyes, and holds out an already open bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label. And a tumbler for good measure.]

Ice?

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[unregenerate]

[ Not exactly the Crowley she's looking for, but the whiskey is more than welcome. She's not really startled at his sudden appearance, but she does give him a somewhat baffled look. Meg doesn't recognize him, which is strange enough, and his ability to just zap around like an angel or demon has her curious. ]

Ice is good. [ She's usually a straight from the bottle kind of gal, but what the hell. She scoots herself up a bit more, so she isn't lounging as much and is sitting up. Kind of. ] Nice magic trick. [ She leaves it at that. If he doesn't want to spill the deets, she can just give him a ring about it later. Always good to know who can do what in Wonderland - mostly for self preservation purposes. ]

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[swooshycape]

[ Welp. He recognizes the way she talks, even if her appearance is... not quite so familiar. Still, Vincent doesn't see the need to reply to her video. Instead, he retrieves a bottle of whiskey out of a closet and then makes his way down to the beach to look for her. He smells the blood before he sees her, and he stands nearby and stares at her for a few moments before gliding forward. He holds up the bottle of whiskey. ]

No bribe. ... I was on my way here to glower at the sea, anyway...

[ He pauses a moment, as he takes the cap off and holds the bottle out to her - if she can sit up enough to reach it, anyway. ]

... you look like shit.

[ Obvious statement is obvious, but he refrains from making the even more obvious pun of saying 'you look like hell'. She should totally be grateful for that, right? ]

[action]

[unregenerate]

[ It's amazing what a year of being a frequent victim of torture will do to a girl's complexion. Not to mention the new hair color.

Meg's a little surprised to see him, but in a way she prefers someone who doesn't know her entire background and history, someone who probably won't grill her about the injuries or worse pearl clutch at them. She'll be just fine in a few hours anyway.

She can sit up enough to reach, gripping the bottle tightly before settling back down with a huff. His comment earns a laugh out of her, and she takes a sip. ]

Tell me something I don't know, broody. Just waiting out these injuries so I can skip on up to the mansion and clean myself up nice and cute for the house.

[ She appreciates the bluntness, though. ]

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[lightgunhustler]

[Jo is normally one of the best people to go to if you're looking for a drink, but in this particular case? It's not terribly ideal. She looks skeptical as she eyes the screen, swallowing down a small but sharp pang of sympathy as she appraises Meg's injuries.

If it was anyone else, she would be panicked. Asking how she could help them. It felt almost wrong to shove that instinct aside, but she had to. Considering who she was talking to? She had no other choice.]

Looks like someone gave you a run for your money.

[Much as she dislikes Meg, she's curious about what could put a demon through that kind of punishment without actually going so far as to kill them.]

Nice hair.

[Video]

[unregenerate]

[ Jo's message is good news for Meg - because now she has a fantastic target for all this pent up frustration. And boy, does she have some steam to vent. Mostly, this will just take form in screwing with Jo for shits and giggles, because really when it comes down to it she is a demon, no matter how 'sort of good' she's become.

It's not like she's going to actually try to hurt or kill Jo at this point. They've already passed that stage in their relationship. ]

Aw, thanks. [ A slight sing songy tone enters her voice, her mouth curving into a smile. ] I dyed it to match yours, Barbie. What can I say, I missed you bunches.

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[freetobe]

[The demon looks as thought she's been in a fight, and while Castiel can't claim to care about her - she's a demon after all - they have a truce he has every intention of honoring. They're cooped up in small spaces, and Castiel has realized early on that a strained ceasefire is better than to fight on several different fronts. The enemy of your enemy is, for now, an ally, and all of them have the common goal of breaking out of their prison.

So when he contacts Meg, he's not exactly worried about her, but his brows are furrowed in slight concern. It takes something powerful to do this to a demon, after all.

Or Winchesters, but from what Dean has shared, Meg is bound to become a (very tentative and entirely shady) ally as opposed to staying an enemy.]

You're blonde.

[It's the first thing other than the very obvious wounds that he notices. Strange.]

You seem to require assistane more than alcohol.

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[unregenerate]

[ Good to know her favorite angel is hanging around, but seems like he still might be pre-Winchester World Saving. That's always a fun version of Castiel to talk to, but she isn't complaining, really. Sometimes, she even gets a kick out of old Cas.

His observation gets an eyebrow raise. Right for the hair, it's always the hair - she could kill Crowley. ]

I'm so happy you noticed. [ Her voice is dry, and she shakes her head a bit. ] Booze is a'ok with me, Clarence. I might want to work on my tan while I'm at it, too.

[ Despite her penchant for being flippant, she's actually not a'ok but Meg thinks she'll figure it out. Just as soon as her legs start to cooperate. In the meantime, she will drink her troubles away. ]

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[no_nonsense]

[Susan hadn't been expecting to open her little network book, or net-book, if you would, and suddenly find an image of a woman doused in blood. She wasn't exactly surprised, of course, but it was fairly impossible to see something like this and not be a bit taken aback.

Susan was about to ask if the woman was alright, the standard reflex when confronted with so much blood, but she caught herself. She was from Ankh-Morpork. While the terrible, bloody bar-fight might not have been invented there, it had certainly been perfected within the city walls. Casualties that bore striking resemblance to her were hardly uncommon. However, if there was one surefire way to determine just how near death any given bloody, propped up vagrant was, it was to ask them for their drink order. If they could provide it, they would be fine...mostly fine. Eventually.

And, wouldn't you know it, this woman had just provided hers of her own accord.]

Yes, I'd imagine you could use a drink or eighteen.

[She paused and considered the situation. Frankly, she didn't care about people who got themselves injured fighting...but, this blonde woman was full of an admirable amount of vigor, given all the blood she didn't have. She probably wouldn't die...but getting liquid into her wouldn't be a bad idea.

Honestly, it wasn't as if Susan were doing anything more important.]

Have you got anyone bringing any by, or could you do with some assistance?

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[unregenerate]

Haven't hard a word on any whiskey coming my way.

[ At this point, she's not been told anyone will be bringing her something, but even if they did give her a heads up she would still say she doesn't know. She's not one to turn down free booze from anyone, and at this point she might actually get a little buzzed. Preferable to the ache that's still in the body she's occupying. ]

Top priority is to get some alcohol in me. After that, who knows. Maybe I'll get an itch to get back up to the mansion. [ After her legs start to cooperate. She's able to move them around at this point, and she's not really laying down like she was. ]

ACTION because they've never met in person until now anyway

[vitalityaura]

[He was just going out for a walk, but it's kinda hard to ignore beat-up people lying on the beach. Maybe he can help?? Or he can at least make sure she's not dying or anything.

Els strolls over, looking down at her with an expression of vague concern.] Hey, are you okay?

and what a happy meeting it will be!

[unregenerate]

[ She looks up at him with an expression of vague annoyance. ]

Yeah, peachy keen. Think I'll get up and start doing the Charleston soon.

[ She doesn't recognize this one, but he's already trying to be helpful so he's obviously one of those types. ]

Wouldn't happen to have some alcohol on you, would you?

[ Guess who isn't picky right about now? Not that she thinks he actually has any, but it never hurts to ask. ]

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[is0latedthinker]

[Alan gracefully does a double-take at the feed, even though it's already gotten his attention due to the blood. The voice and face he recognizes, but the blond hair he doesn't. He knew she'd disappeared, though it had taken him awhile to notice. But wherever she disappeared off to, it hadn't been good.

He still doesn't know what to think about the whole demon debacle, but that's not really on his priority list right now. Snarky or not, she's okay - which means he's concerned that she's not alright.]

Meg?

Are you- [He catches himself before he can tack on 'alright'. No shit, she's not alright.]

What happened?

[video]

[unregenerate]

[ What up, Alan, isn't this a pleasant sight on your little device? Other than the whole blood and bruises everywhere thing, she looks like she's just relaxing. ]

Well, Chief, it's kind of a long story. Starts with an Apocalypse and ends with a beach.

[ Not that she wants to be on the beach. She'd rather just be in her room, healing up. Nothing quite like being vulnerable out in the open like this. ]

How's the mansion been holding up while I've been gone? Miss me?

[ Just shootin' the shit, like this is an everyday occurrence. Honestly, the state she's in has been an everyday occurrence for a while now. ]

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[exvampirate]

Whoa, darlin'. You're looking a little on the rough side. [ He's having a tough time adjusting to his new digs, but it's not the simplicity that has him worried or stressed. It's what this mansion has the capability of doing that has Benny less than thrilled about leaving his room. He's not looking forward to stepping out there and encountering more weird crap. This whole place is nutty and he's not used to it.

He'll be happy to come down and help her get some patching up, but if she's anything like him pride may be a factor. When he was downed by the vamps it took a lot of waiting and seeing before he finally decided to call Dean for help. He didn't like people seeing him that weak. ] I can certainly make a trip to come get ya if ya need me, sweetheart. [ It's mighty sunny out there, but he's got his coat and his hat. ] Unless you're enjoyin' that sun. Can demons sun?

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[unregenerate]

Understatement of the year, cutie pie.

[ True enough. She's been wondering about him, the only vampire (that she knows of, anyway) in the mansion. Meg's half surprised the place hasn't exploded into chaos, with so many supernatural beings under one roof, but then she's learn to roll with the unexpected at this point. ]

You know, I wasn't real interested in tanning before, but hey. Nothing wrong with trying new things, right? [ She's deadpan, but not quite as sharp as she usually is. All the beat downs she's had to deal with, this one isn't just going away as simple and clean as she'd like. ] Could probably use a hand up if you've got a free one. [ Her eyebrows raise a tad and she smirks. ] If you can take a little sunshine, anyway.