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normal_i_am has full modding rights over Meg. She won't be working at the Leaf Monday or Friday, so if anyone wants to grab those days, that would be great.Ana Lucia will just be hanging around doing her cop thing. And Mr. Rooney is going to have a nasty cold thus keeping himself away from the office and away from
This week has been hectic for me and why I haven't been around much. But vacation!
She was grinning, though, because the pink was pretty. Pink looked excellent against Sam's coloring.
Singing to Britney Spears, she danced around the big bed putting on the fitted sheet, smoothing and straightening wrinkles as best she could.
[[ For Sam! ]]
Taking a sip of her coffee, she took up the last waffle.
[[ OOC: Expecting one, but totally open. Mild SP throughout the day. ]]
Heading to the kitchen, Meg needed to start on her lasagna, and she did this while thinking of a good reason to tell Sam why she had a busted lip.
She kind of figured the truth would work best.
[[ Can be open, sure, for anyone passing by. The door's ajar. ]]
Music was playing and it was going to be a lazy, comfy night in. Maybe a dvd later...
She tested a perfume strip on her wrist. "Mm, nice."
[[ Open, sure. ]]
She thought of going to see Piper and Matthew later. But... maybe tomorrow.
Today she wanted to get stuff done.
[Can be open, sure!]
Sprawled on her bed that seemed too big for her alone, she sucked down the liquor just as fast as she could. There was no one there to tell her to quit, to straighten up, to get over it.
And she didn't give a damn.
"I hate you Sam Winchester," she whispered, her eyes watering.
[She won't be nice to anyone today so this is mainly establishy unless you've got the nerve to visit.]
Meg sat on the floor amid boxes that were still unpacked. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand and it seemed it was all she could bring herself to care about.
Sam... she couldn't think about him without sobbing.
Dean was dead.
Matthew had a new mommy.
Her family disowned her.
She had... nothing now but boxes.
Sucking down more vodka was the only thing worthwhile in her life. At least it made everything in her head fuzzy.
She simply didn't want to think so would pass out before she could.
[Mostly establishy unless you have reason to see her. ETA: I know what day it is, hush.]
With a small shake of her head and a determined set to her features, Meg cranked the stereo system so she couldn't hear her own thoughts anymore.
[Mainly establishy, but can be open if you bang loud enough on her door.]
So didn't matter. Her lingerie was pink and silky and she thought she looked cute.
Standing before her mirror, she turned left and right, grinning at herself. "Pretty little baby bump," she preened out loud. "Bigger now than just a little lump."
Yeah, still with the rhyming today.
Meg sighed but smiled, splaying her hands over her bare belly. "Not much longer now..."
[I was bored. Door is closed, but can be open!]
She briefly contemplated her maternity lingerie. That would certainly deflect any questions that might have been asked about how her day went, right?
Maybe a few lit candles too.
Meg was most likely taking entirely too long contemplating any of those things, as she was still in her bathrobe, fresh from a shower. And Sam was probably going to walk through the door any minute with dinner.
"I'll talk to him about Piper, that's what," she decided, out loud to herself. Which was something she wanted to discuss with him anyway, so it worked.
Hurriedly she changed into boy shorts and a maternity t-shirt and sat on her bed to put on her socks.
[For he who lives there with her and up early for SP goodness.]
As it was, she'd been in bed all day and couldn't seem to muster the energy to get up more than just make trips to the restroom. Not even shower and a hot bath sounded wonderful right now.
"Ugh," she mumbled into her pillow, her arm resting on her belly. Her tiny Winchester boy was quiet and she wondered if he wasn't feeling well either and decided that was an unwelcoming thought. She turned on the TV and tried to get lost in whatever was on.
[OOC: Headed out of town and will be back Saturday evening. Sam has full modding rights, of course.]
Everything was going to be just fine.
[Mostly establishy, but it can certainly be open. The door is closed however.]
She'd get the hang of it... just another... second.
Yep, still laughing.
But she was determined so gave it another go and yes! it was working!
It was still funny though.
[Door is just barely cracked but the post is open, sure.]
Valentine's Day meant she needed to shop for Sam too and she was looking forward to that most of all.
So, it was a quiet Meg who started her morning, drinking coffee and singing softly to her growing belly.
[The door is closed, but certainly knockable.]
Meg's day was a lazy one. She'd soaked in a tub, cleaned her room, painted her toenails, and sprawled around on her bed researching open adoption on her laptop.
She certainly wasn't expecting her cell phone to ring. Only a few choice people knew the number.
( Hello? )
Repent. That's what all this was about to him. She'd sinned and needed to confess and... "God!" she exclaimed, furious. And he was waiting for her?
She needed a gun. She needed a gun and then she'd go to New Orleans and kill him herself. Grabbing her jacket, she opened her door and slammed it shut. She needed some air and a walk would help to cool her down.
[Establishy unless you want to run into her in the hallway or something.]
They had a decision to make and her tummy was all knotted up, worrying and wondering if they were going to make the right one.
She sat down on her bed and looked down at the black and white sonogram photo she was given., and then at Sam. "It's kind of amazing, isn't it?"
[For the boyfriend who was modded with permission.]
After her class, Meg came back to her dorm room and sat on her bed. It was so quiet now that Willow was gone, not that Willow was loud. But she missed her.
Pulling out her cell phone (newly acquired) she debated calling Lizzie again. She had to know what her father was doing; what her parents were planning.
Thus, she placed the call.
"Can you talk?" she said the moment her sister picked up.
"Just a sec..." Lizzie whispered. Obviously she was moving around and Meg heard a door close.
"Meg, you can't be calling me. Dad suspects you are and if he finds out-"
"I just need to know what's going on," she said, interrupting her.
"I don't know, Meg. I honestly don't." She sighed, continued to whisper, "He's planning a trip. That's all I know."
"Can you find out and call me back?" Meg asked.
"I can't, Meg... you know how he is and I've got to go. If he finds out then it's going to go really bad for me."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Just... keep your phone on you, okay?"
"I will." Pause. "Meg...take care." And then Lizzie hung up.
Meg stared down at her phone and sighed. If she just knew for sure that her father wasn't ever going to mess with her again, she could breathe easier. The unknown was eating at her and the things she's considered doing to him were making her feel awful. But she had to think of her sisters too.
Her dad just needed to die.
[Mainly establishy but can be open.]
Locking herself in her room, she punched in his number, the one she had found stored in Meg's phone before her parents took it.
( Please answer, Sam... )
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