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[blasphemous]

[The brunette on the feed might be familiar or it could be a complete stranger. It doesn't matter to her. She's been here long enough not to care if people do or don't know her. She is sitting on the edge of her desk, the network device propped up on the dresser so she doesn't have to hold it.]

A while ago, the dear Captain Hook offered to lock up the masks that belonged to people here. [Technically, Meg doesn't believe they belong to anyone. She thinks they belong to whoever thought it was cute to hand them out.]

No clue who took him up on that, but the thought that there could be enough of them to lock up was interesting to me. Turns out, there are quite a few of these things laying around and they seem to induce vivid hallucinations. [For those that are thinking otherwise, Meg's tone definitely implies that this is a bad thing.]

I have experience with objects that do more than they're supposed to. Back home, we call them cursed objects and we have ways of dealing with them. Those ways include burning, rituals, and most of the time just locking them up in a box designed to hold that item.

Now, I'm not saying these masks are cursed objects, but it certainly fits the bill and I'd like to have a shot at figuring that out. If anyone has interest in sharing their mask with me, since I didn't get lucky enough to get one of my own, I'd be really [She clasps her hands together and holds them close to her chest, as if she's oh-so-grateful.] tickled.

[Her hands drop and she looks at the camera, slightly dead-pan.] No, but seriously, if you want me to hold onto it I will, but I just want to take a snapshot, take some notes and ask some questions. Then you can have your mask back.

Any takers, I'll be in the common area on twelve. [She grins, it's almost enough of a grin that you might think you can trust her. Almost, really, it's up to you.]



(( eta: if your character wants to run into Meg (not you, Crowley) on 12, it will take place before Dean tells her that Crowley is on board. After that point, she's not out there all willy nilly and the part with her location is erased/edited from her broadcast. ))

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[lacksgrace]

No. [ He gives her a quick smile. ] I mean, not unless you think I should.

[blasphemous]

[She doesn't even sigh in exasperation, she just keeps writing down notes.]

I don't even know you.

[lacksgrace]

But you could get to know me. Maybe I'd even be willing to help. [ Once they got to that point. ]

[blasphemous]

[This isn't what she does. She doesn't make friends. She doesn't need more angels. Definitely not ones that text her with little smiley faces.]

So talk. [She glances at him.] I can do two things at once.

[lacksgrace]

What do you wanna talk about? [ Because he could go on forever once she got him started. Bells continues looking at her. ]

[blasphemous]

This is your share time. I don't know what you feel like talking about.

[lacksgrace]

I dunno. Honestly, I thought it'd be nice to get a good look at you. There are some things I miss about, uh, my Hell.

[blasphemous]

[Side eyeing you.]

Is there something about me that screams spent a while in Hell?

[lacksgrace]

Not really. You said you were a demon, soooo. [ He'd just assumed. Or something. ] What do you look like under there?

[blasphemous]

Excuse you? This is your share time. Or have you already forgotten?

[lacksgrace]

I haven't forgotten. [ Except maybe a little. ] You just won't tell me what I should be sharing. There's not a lot to say about me.

[blasphemous]

[She shakes her head, still writing notes.] Come on, Jingles. That's not how sharing works. Prioritize and tell me the important things. I don't want filler nonsense.

[lacksgrace]

Okay, uh. [ He's all about filler, but maybe he could skip over some of the boring stuff. So, he sits quietly for a minute. ] You only got part of it right before--about me being an angel. I used to be. Not so much now.

[blasphemous]

Fallen from grace. How tragic. [She tries not to sound like she's mocking him.

She fails.]

Does your story have a musical interlude or just the horror show?

[lacksgrace]

I didn't really have a choice. [ He shrugs. It's been a long time, so it's something he's sort of accepted. ] Well. I'm not sure what you're getting at.

There's nothing nice about being down there.

[blasphemous]

[So it was the one with the horror story. No weird rebirth as a human stories. Anna you really were a special snowflake.]

That depends on who you know, but go on.

[lacksgrace]

Even if you know people. [ He squints at nothing. ] There's not a whole lot to tell. Most of it's sort of a blur. Hell was at war before I got pulled here.

[blasphemous]

[He must know the wrong people.]

Which war?

[lacksgrace]

Someone else asked me that too. [ Starts with a C. Guess who. ] But I don't remember which one. The war, I guess.

[blasphemous]

Oh, yes. The war. [She's smirking.]

Did you fight or watch?

[lacksgrace]

[ He shrugs at that smirk. ]

I didn't do a damn thing. It's not like I cared who won.

[blasphemous]

Why not? No bets made?

[lacksgrace]

What'd be the point? I don't owe either of 'em anything.

[blasphemous]

[She shrugs.]

So, the - wait, the war happened while you were in Hell. And you were in Hell - because you fell. Why did you fall?

[lacksgrace]

A lot of things. [ He shrugs too. ] And I guess because I killed someone I wasn't supposed to.