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a. space bar;

[of course the very first thing Meg is going to do upon stepping on the Iskaulit is find a steady supply of beer, and the Space Bar is more her speed than the other option. She can usually be found seated in a corner somewhere, unassuming and out of the way, considering she's supposed to be on her best behavior, as boring as that is.

It's very likely she spends most of her time here, rather than anywhere else on the ship, content enough to keep to herself for now]

b. exploradoraing;

[she can't hide in the bar all the time, though, which leads to her simply looking around and generally being nosy. Peeking in places just to see what it's all about. Empty rooms, popping in on people setting up things, it's all fair game. She's bored and staying out of trouble and searching for whatever entertainment she can get. If it's startling people? Oops and oh well]

c. gardens;

[when it's none of the above, she's in the garden. Not because she wants to find some sort of inner peace among the the flowers, but because it's quiet and it's a place no one would really look for her in.

She can be found stretched out on a bench or just on the ground, a book in hand that she picked up from the library. Generally, it's a book on some manner of lore, or . . . romance. The trashier, the better]

wildcard;

[want to run into Meg elsewhere? Go for it! ♥]

[Nightingale is trying to avoid the path to total alcoholism, with... varying degrees of success. Some days, she feels the need for a drink more than others. Like a bunch of her crewmates leaving, the ship departing for empty space again, another taunt from the Atroma, among other problems.

So, when she spots Meg, she's not actually sure what to do. Go say hello? Stay and wallow in self-pity alone? Either way she's going to be a drunken mess, so... She ends up sitting nearby.]

Hey. You're the one from the network, right?

[Meg glances up when she hears the approach, and the only sign that she might be a little bit on edge is that her shoulders tense up, as if she's preparing to flee. But it's gone in an instant when she recognizes Nightingale and she sinks back into her chair with a lazy smile]

Well well, if it isn't the cute blonde. Nightingale, right?

Well, I'm Nightingale, but 'cute' makes me worry about your standards.

[She says it like it's a joke, but...]

I like to think my standards are pretty normal.

[Meg don't lie you have no standards]

I'm not sure there is a 'normal' in a place like this.

It wouldn't survive very long.

It didn't. It's more dead than I am.

Oh, are you dead too?

[it's like talking about the weather]

... That... would be why I'm in here, yeah. You too?

Mmhmm. she picks up her beer and takes a long drink from it] And for once, I didn't deserve it. I was playing on the good guys team.

[she gets a drink of her own, and takes a long drink.]

You make it sound like that was a rare thing for you.

[she smiles behind her beer, slow and lazy]

I was testing the supernatural waters for a reason, sweetheart. [she gestures to herself with the bottle] I'm a demon. We're not known for our heroic qualities.

[She shrugs.]

My best friend at my last interdimensional shithole was a vampire who really, really wanted to be a superhero. A good demon doesn't even sound weird anymore.

You did mention some of that. The superhero part is weird to me, but like I said, I'm used to a different type of vampire.

[she scoffs and sets the bottle back down] I'm only kind of good. I just have no reasons to be bad anymore. My missions have been over for a while now.

... Demons get missions? What kind of missions?

Not those kinds of missions. Not really.

I mean more . . . the demon I was following, I made his end goal my mission. And then when he died, I moved onto someone else. Did the same thing, until he was locked away. [she shrugs a shoulder] That was a few years ago for me.

I didn't even know demons really had end goals. The ones where I come from are just another species of monster.

Huh. So they weren't human once?

No? They come from another plane. Vampires are a type of demon, where I'm from, too, with similar properties to an undead... Both vampires and undead monsters look like people, but they aren't.

Demons are like... Much larger than a human, all black, a dragon-looking face, big horns... Really big forearms, the claws hurt a lot. More or less mindless, as far as I know. I've killed a couple, and they were stupidly strong.

[she can't help but look just a little bit amused] Some would argue that some of our demons are pretty mindless. Yours sound cooler-looking, at least.

Ours? Directly from Hell. If you torture a human soul down there long enough, bam. It becomes a demon. To put it very, very simply.

... And that's what happened to you?

[She sounds hesitant and worried, now. were you tortured a lot, meg :(]

[. . . Nightingale no, don't sound like that]

More or less. I've been a demon for a very long time.

.... Sorry. I won't ask you to talk about it.

[too late. now she just sounds sad. :( and tries to think of something to change the subject to.]

In my world... We don't really have a 'hell' anymore, I think.

There's not a lot to talk about, really. And it's a lot of bad things anyway. I try not to come off terrible until the third time around.

[she has never in her life met someone who thought demon backstories were sad. What the heck]

No? It could be there still, for all you know. Not a lot of people know it actually exists where I'm from. Humans as a whole don't know half of what's going on behind the scenes.

meg masters; ota

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