paradisa | Thirteenth Temptation ♆ [Dictated/Action]

[If Meg kept track of how often she publicly addressed everyone over journals, it would certainly amuse her that this would be her thirteenth entry - because someone sure as hell has some bad luck coming their way after stealing all the booze from her bar.

It's not the loss of inventory that bothers her - they live in a magical goddamn castle that grants wishes and makes the idea of property almost entirely null, for fuck's sake. No... it's the principle of the thing, and one ought to know that you're in a special trouble when you've pissed off a demon in regard to ethics.

The front doors of the castle blow open, slamming against the walls of the lobby with a bang that echoes throughout the first floor. She stalks in, eyes entirely black and a creepily stoic expression on her face - as if it isn't creepy enough that such a tiny gal just blew open the doors to the lobby, evidently through sheer force of will. A less-than-gentle breeze flows in behind her, whipping her hair up momentarily as she saunters in and stands dead-center, crossing her arms and popping out one hip.

In that moment, Meg would dare anyone to say that she doesn't know how to make an entrance, but she didn't drag herself back from her escape from reality to shoot the shit.]

Heya Paradisa, miss me?

[She's looking remarkably well-put-together for someone who's been roughing it in town for the past month, but she supposes that's the perk of not actually needing any of the amenities of the castle. That's not to say she's not ready for a hot damn shower and some comfort food, and speaking of booze, but first...]

Heard some of you jokesters thought it might be a good idea to jack all the booze from Death Match. Well, guess what? It wasn't. I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt that you're not complete idiots, though I gotta say, my gut is telling me the exact opposite. You might not know exactly who or what I am, but long story sort? [She scoffs] Ya picked the wrong place to steal from.

Now, in the interest of our little community here, I'll be generous. You put it back by... say... midnight tomorrow? No harm, no foul, no hard feelings. Cross my heart 'n hope to die... again.

You don't? Well. [Meg chuckles, and anyone in the vicinity will have the benefit of her feigning complete boredom, checking out her own desperate need for a proper manicure.] Here's hoping someone educates you in the mean time.

[With that, she slams her journal shut and stalks up to her room for a little bit of pampering. She'll answer sporadically and anyone brave enough can feel free to approach her between the lobby and the second floor.]

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Oh good, you're not dead.

As for the booze thieves, I suggest locking them in the snow room for a while. You know, as a way of showing them the error of their ways.

[Apparently the only way to get demons to care about ethics is to involve alcohol. Who knew?]

[Well that voice gets a smile. That might be slightly odd given their history but after all that business with the spirals it is better to deal with the devil you know.]

Oh Megan ... you have returned to us.

That is such a weight off my mind. I was beginning to worry about you so very much.

I told you I was just going into town for a while. I needed to blow this popsicle stand for a bit. What'd I miss? Seemed like everyone went batshit again so I just stayed gone, but I'll take the cliffs notes version if you're in a sharing mood. And ooh, I like. I was thinking insolitus... but that might be a teeeeeny bit harsh.

[Tell her about it. She may have been exagerrating the 'no hard feelings' bit, but "bring me back my booze so I can punish you accordingly" wouldn't exactly be the most alluring trap.]

[She's in a feisty mood, she'll bite.]

Oh good, my poster child for what happens to the idiots who cross me. Feel like being exhibit A, by any chance?

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[Welp, now Alexis knows why her dad and Meg work at the bar together. He needs a slightly scary power female to help him out - just like in his life back home.]

So I guess that means there are no leads yet...

Not that I know of. [Her tone lightens a little since obviously Alexis isn't a target for any of her intimidation tactics.] Let me guess, you're in on the family business of solving mysteries, too?

You don't call you don't write, people steal alcohol.

Oh, there was some...circle bullshit going around. I kept to my room and ignored it.

No. It isn't. Not when it comes to booze.

Kind of. I'm interested in forensics, being a medical examiner, things like that.

[Laughing.]

Oh dear ... As much as I do like our little dance, I'm afraid this is a bit of a bad time for me.

There is a certain amount of redecorating that needs to be done.

[The spirals on his walls were starting to get on his nerves after all.]

Why, Crowley, do I detect a note of missing me in that sultry tone of yours? You're making me blush.

Joy. Something else for the dramatic types to be fucking traumatized over, I suppose?

In that case, I'll take a polaroid for you when I force-feed them some cheap well tequila and shove their drunk, blindfolded asses into the creepy tunnel maze to see how lost they get.

What a shame. The fuck did I miss, anyhow? I mean, we just had the place redone.

[She does really love their little talks, mutual homicides aside.]

Call me crazy, but I'm not surprised your dad's got such a smart daughter, even if he was dumb enough to let all the booze get stolen.

[SIGH. She doesn't really blame him, but she's going to give him endless crap for it and she knows he'll be able to hear this.]

[Alexis gives a short laugh.]

I'm more worried that someone was able to steal that many bottles of liquor without anyone else noticing.

As if I would ever do such a thing.

Of course, until they forget about it in a month and something new comes along anyway.

You always know how to make me smile, Meg.

Mmm you'd be surprised, but I'll never tell.

[Ugh stop it already you suave, charming asshole]

Or they just slowly fade out into nothingness like they were never here. If I ever gave a fuck, I sure don't anymore.

Good thing the feeling's mutual, then.

Well, you know what they say... while the cat's away...

[More like while the demon's away, but hey.]

Is that so? [No never.]

Best way to see things around here, really. Only way to no go batshit, anyway.

But of course.

You don't want to just wish for more?

Maybe you should find out. [FINE THEN DON'T]

We should teach a workshop. Oh wait... that would involve actually caring, wouldn't it?

It's not about that.

It's the principle of the thing.

Damn right.

I wonder if the thief knew they were crossing a demon.

One can only hope that no one is actually that dumb, but I really don't have all that much faith in humanity left.

Come to think of it, I never had any to begin with.

Of course, there's more than just humans here.

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