Jul. 24th, 2014

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Know what I just realized? I've been here for a whole year. Well, that and a few days now.

[There's a long pause, as Meg briefly reflects on her time in Paradisa. Emma, Bond, and Silva... all gone, back to their world. Likely dead, knowing them. Falling deeper in love with Castiel than she ever could have conceived of back home, losing him, and getting him back again somehow. The flings she had with August and Tucker and South that she still thought of so fondly; the surprisingly deep friendship (and then some) with a demon named Crowley, of all things. All the other perfectly nice people she actually gives a surprising number of fucks about who care for her too, for some strange reason... Castle and Kate and his daughter by extension, Danny, and Katniss - she'd fight to the end to protect any of them. Knowing this place, she will probably have to. That's her cause now, protecting the people she cares about, as long as she's here, no matter how many of them she loses.]

Been a hell of a time... but I gotta say, kinda feels like home.

[Which for her, is literal hell, but that's not entirely what she means. Or is it? The world may never know.

The journal slams shut and she goes back to serving drinks at Death Match, as per usual. She figures people will probably show up at the bar, but anyone who would probably doesn't need an invite, and anyone who wants to otherwise is always welcome anyway.]

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