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[angelherding]

Who: Meg Masters & YOU unfortunate people
Broadcast: video
Action: Marsiva
When: now

[you're greeted with the expression of a young woman, thoroughly impressed and lounging on the bed she woke up on. She's already taken a cursory glance at the network after the confusion died down into something more like annoyance, and well - a bored and annoyed Meg is never a good thing.

She scowls for a moment, until she realizes the camera's on. Then she smirks and leans back, legs coming into view as she crosses them, getting comfortable]

So, two requests. [she holds up a finger] The quickest and dirtiest explanation you can give me. I'll be counting words and keeping track, and I may even give the winner a special surprise.

Two, [she holds up two fingers now] I'm looking for some good gossip. I'm behind on my tabloids and a girl has needs, you know? And sharing is caring, after all.

Don't keep me waiting too long, yeah?

Comments

permavid!!!

[kickingand]

[ Have a cranky ass man linefacing so severely it might break his device's screen. He's trying not to hulksmash everything because you are here and he's not okay with this and there is just so much wrong right now.

But yes, hi. Apparently he knows you. ]

Meg. Been awhile.

[ Boy howdy, how you've changed. ]

[angelherding]

[says you, mister looks younger than she remembers. She's going to get whiplash from the Winchesters and it's annoying how normal that is]

Dean. I'd say the same, but things are unsurprisingly complicated.

[kickingand]

I can uncomplicate them.

[ Translate that as you will, Meg. Because he's not going to provide the liner notes when it comes to how he feels about you and he's fairly sure he doesn't need to. ]

[angelherding]

[she hears it loud and clear, and it's a familiar song and dance, but one that's just a toucher older. She sighs]

Let's not, shall we? I come in peace.

[kickingand]

[ Look, you don't get to sound exasperated with him. ]

You expect me to believe that?

[angelherding]

Not particularly. [she lifts a shoulder in a shrug] So how long has it been? Because it hasn't been that long for me.

[kickingand]

[ ………. Dean is so bad at this, what are you doing. Are you trying to have a conversation with him? Is that what’s going on here? Have some hardcore squinty eyes. ]

There a reason you want to know?

[angelherding]

Well gee, I wonder if it's because you look ready to grab your toys and come after me.

[she can't help but roll her eyes]

We were playing nice the last time I saw you. Playing on the same team, even.

[kickingand]

So i've heard.

[ And he's still ashamed of himself for that fact. ] Five years.

[angelherding]

No wonder you're so happy to see me.

[kickingand]

Maybe it's just the change of costume.

[angelherding]

The older model wasn't available anymore. And I was getting bored of being a blonde - brunettes have so much more fun.

I've had this one for a while now.

[kickingand]

[ This is not how you get in Dean's good graces, Meg. ]

Boy, you sure make demonic possession sound like a good time.

[angelherding]

It's a hell of a good time. [do you see what she did there]

Why? Worried someone's still home?

[kickingand]

[ wow ur so funny

wow

WOW

NOTICE HOW HE'S JUST GOING TO STARE AT YOU. And not... say... anything..... this is his way of saying he's plotting your slow, imminent death. ]

[angelherding]

[WHY WON'T YOU APPRECIATE HER HUMOR, gosh.

She stares back, eyebrows raised]

What? No smartass comment?

[kickingand]

[ BC YOU'RE NOT A COMEDIAN, gosh. Try harder.

Also don't look at him like that, it's not his fault he's become near mute in his old age. ]

I was letting you handle it.

[angelherding]

[bring your humor back from the war, Dean]

Letting me handle it? Since when do you ever keep your mouth shut?

[kickingand]

[ It died a painful death under a Croat somewhere, he can no longer find it. ]

Since when am I best friends with a demon?

[angelherding]

[that's just sad, she's going to poke it so much]

Aww, you think we're besties? I'm touched, Dean.

Since we had a mutual hatred for a certain king of Hell. But I'm guessing you haven't had the honor of meeting Crowley.

[kickingand]

[ DON'T POKE IT, it's sensitive.

but wow can they not talk about the king of hell right now, any understanding he might have even come close to having just got siphoned out the fucking window. ]

So now you hate the guy.

[angelherding]

[POKE IT BACK TO LIFE.

She looks confused for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, before she rolls her eyes and huffs out a noise]

I hate the limey bastard who took over, yeah. He's been hunting me down for years.

[kickingand]

[ Well damn, hunting you? Maybe they'd be bros.

But Dean can't even begin to attempt joking about any even remote Kings of Hells, and so he doesn't. Even if the potential is there. Instead he remains Dean: Ever the Unamused, wondering if he's getting across his murderous intentions well enough. ]

Somebody should pick up the slack. [ Just like he intends to. ] What'd you do, piss him off?

[angelherding]

Now Dean, I know you're not that dumb. [whether she's talking about the topic at hand or the fact that he looks like he wants to hunt her, it could be either or both at this point]

He wants me dead because I'm loyal to the real king. Can't have us loyalists running around threatening his reign, now can we?

[kickingand]

[ That's it.

We're done here. He doesn't have time to sit here and stare at you, he would much prefer to eye-murder you in person.

disconnect. ]