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[ 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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She didn't bring either.

[ ...Oops?

But really though, it's something new to her entirely, which makes Meg all the more fascinating. She hasn't even gotten to commenting the new hair yet, that's how interesting this whole process this is to her. ] Twenty four. That would be so useful...

[ She sighs slightly, huffing her apparent disappointment in not sharing this skill, and then smirks slightly. Of course she was going to have to make a comment eventually. ] A sign of her shifting slignments or just a fashion statement?

Now you've just broken my heart, crazycakes. [ Not that she expected the underage girl to get away with toting a bottle or two of alcohol, anyway. One person or another would have stopped her, and depending on who it was probably tried to lecture her.

She's sure that would have gone over fabulously. If it ever happens, Meg hopes she's nearby. River doesn't seem like she would be overly pleased with a lecture. ]

The hair? [ She'll just take a small section between her fingers, rubbing the strands with a slightly disgusted look. ] I voted against it. Not big on being blonde. [ Anymore. When she'd taken over the body of Meg Masters those few short years ago, her own hair change had been spite, cutting it off and dying it just because she could, and the true Meg Masters had no way to stop her. ] Plan on changing it back soon. When I get up and walking around again.

[ She's sure as hell not going to give Crowley the satisfaction of seeing his mark on her, as it were. ]

[ River indeed would not be overly pleased with lectures, she tends to not take to them so well. She doesn't have those teenage tantrum moments very often, but if there's one thing to drag it out of her, it's being talked down to.

Meg's good at not doing that though. It's part of the reason why River keeps coming to bother her when she has the chance. That and she's clearly much more interesting than she lets on, at least to people who's world doesn't contain this kind of thing normally. River's never seen someone just heal in a day, not without serious medical intervention. ]

Changing it, with...dye? [ It's not a common trend any more, not in her time, but of course she's read about it. She's studied Earth That Was religiously, finding the whole planet and culture completely fascinating. These days they're so different, colonies and planets spread so far apart that they share little more than a common language. In those days - in Meg's days, things seemed so much richer. ] How does she do that? Could she show? A demonstration.

[ Meg raises an eyebrow at River's question. Here she thought everyone and their mother not only knew of hair dye, but used it liberally. Seems like little crazycakes might not be straight from planet Earth, huh? ]

Usually a bottle of hair color does the trick. No skin off my nose if you want to watch. [ She adjusts herself a little, testing her limbs before continuing. ] That something you've never done before? We can dye yours, too. Any color you want. Red, green, a little blue here and there.

[ Not from planet Earth and also like five hundred years in your future, but it doesn't come up in conversation much. She wouldn't want people getting jealous now, would she? ]

Hair color. What did it mean? Was there a reason why people do it? [ She's getting her tenses mixed up a little, but it's hard with so many people from her past. Are they doing it right now or did they centuries ago? It's understandable that she gets a little confused sometimes, but given how hard it is to track her speech most of the time, no one really notices.

...But guess what totally makes her pause a bit? Meg offering to dye her hair, of course. She's definitely curious about that, and after a moment pulls a few loose strands in front of her face to inspect a little closer. ] Any color? Seems strange. ...It...could be fun.

[ There would be jealousy throughout the mansion, and Meg would probably ask a few questions herself. For curiosity's sake, okay? ]

Vanity, if you want to get down to it. Nothing quite like changing your hair color 'cause a boyfriend cheated on you, or some other crappy life event. [ She shrugs a bit. All human reasons, of course, Meg's is more about wiping off Crowley's mark. ] Blonde's not really my color in this meatsuit.

[ And she takes a moment to study River, like she's trying to picture the girl with a different hair color. ] Why not? It's like not we've got anything better to do here. You can always just dye it back. It's a blast, kid.

[ While she's not particularly girly in many aspects, she would help River dye her hair just for hilarity purposes. She imagines a few people around the place would get miffed with her encouraging the girl to stick a little blue and purple in that long, brown hair. ]

She prefers the dark. Crappy life events? [ River has hardly had one of those lately, by comparison, but then again it's been a long time since her life has been anything but 'crappy life events' stacked up one after the other.

Not that it's all that easy to discern one from the other these days, anyway. That should be reason enough in itself, if those 'rules' of Meg's are anything to go by - and of course she's going to go by them, it's not like she has anything else. Tipping her head a little to pull some of her hair over her shoulder, she looks at it for a moment before smiling a little. It could be interesting, after all. ]

She'll find a colour then. Not now, later. When Meg's all patched up and River isn't trying to keep everyone [ cue little glare at the mansion no big deal ] out of her head. Maybe blue, she liked it before the colour was ruined.

Out of her head, huh? [ Meg gives River a considering look as she starts to rub her hands on her shins and calves. She's not in pain, and her healing is working enough so she thinks she could probably stand soon. Good news. ]

Bet you're party to all kinds of dirty little secrets around here, aren't you? [ As a demon, Meg's always about knowing other people's dirty laundry. Just in case she ever needs leverage (or if she just wants to screw around with them). She figures it's probably not as appreciated in River's case. ] We'll set up a play date, do each other's hair. You don't have to stick with just one color - go all out. Make it five.

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