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Tweak says, "Pierce your orange's navel!"

Meg Bennett (dont_need_a_man) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-03-30 04:43:00

Meg's arrival
Who: Meg, Open(Anybody? Pretty please? I'm nice I swear!)
Where: Outside the library
When: Just past dusk
What: Meg becomes a part of Colligo
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

She had been sure she was in heaven, all of those books... Yet the ones she was able to look at, before she had been escorted out, had been blank -void of anything but the colored covers. What was the point of that? Did that mean she was in hell? She squirmed and fussed, grunting trying to get away from the rather cold suits of armor. "Let me go!... Would you stop bloody pushing me!" But it did no good, she was soundly deposited outside the doors, one of the guards thrusting a small black square into her hands.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She yelled at the backs of her... well she wasn't sure what they were beyond completely unhelpful. She didn't expect to get an answer, so she wasn't disappointed. With a heaving sigh she glanced at the thing in her hand, she jumped just a little when it beeped. "What kind of black magic is this?" She whispered to herself. Unsure what to do with it she looked about before she lifted her skirts enough to expose her thigh, where she had a purse tied safely. Loosening the strings she slipped the...thing into her coin purse. Once the device was tucked away she retied the purse to her thigh, and smoothed her skirts back down into place.

Glad she wouldn't be caught with something evil, who wants to be burned at the stake for something that isn't their fault, she was able to take in her surroundings. The stone slabs where wide, and thick beneath her feet, she felt sorry for whatever beast had to drag them in. There were so many! She took in the buildings, including the one behind her. This wasn't like any heaven or hell she ever pictured.

Dusting herself off, she encountered a hole just at the bottom of her bodice, it was crusted with blood. Her memories flooded back, she had kept Sir Guy from being ran through... He had been carrying her off, by all rights and purposes she should be dead! She stuck her fingers into the hole, feeling around on the skin beneath it, there was no puncture. She wanted to get a look, but there was no way she would strip down, or at the very least lift up her skirts high enough, so that she might. It was disturbing to say the least. If she were dead, surely she wouldn't still be in the same vestments she died in... Would she?

Without a better plan, she began walking towards the lights and buildings down the way... There had to be some explanation... And what was that thing that the guards had given her? Sure there were answers that lay somewhere before her, she moved on with a steady determination. Taking in the strange structures as she passed them.

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dont_need_a_man
2010-04-01 07:23 pm UTC (link)

After a few hours of walking her feet were starting to ache. This place was quite strange, yet intriguing at the same time. There were glass fronts everywhere, rather than the wooden shutters she had been used too. Candles that didn't seem to burn, yet lit up life behind the windows.

She parked herself on an oddly shaped, and rather hard bench in front of what had to be a market. It had quite a few large glass windows, and if she turned to peek inside she was sure she saw fruit and vegetables.

She was unsure what to do next, why was she here? She was fairly sure she wasn't dead. If this was heaven, her feet wouldn't hurt she was sure, if it were hell, she ventured to believe she would hurt a lot worse, and the wound that had killed her surely wouldn't have healed.

More pressing matters began to plague her, it was getting late and she had no place to sleep, she was hungry, and a good bit thirsty, though thanks to Guy she was able to relieve the need for water by sucking stone that dangled from her neck. She had no money to full fill these needs either, and unless she wanted to resort to thievery, "Not bloody likely" she muttered to herself, she was going to have to make do with what she had at hand, until morning.

The constant beeping from the devil box in her coin purse was damn near irritating.

(I was bored, thought if I advanced it a bit, and gave her a more solid destination that maybe it might welcome others to come play?)

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savannah_curtis
2010-04-03 06:05 am UTC (link)

Savannah had woken up in her bedroom of her apartment, she couldn't sleep so she went for a walk. The breeze felt really good among her face and she could use this time to figure out where she was. She really wished that could see John since the last time she saw him was in the airport.

She just decided to walk around what looked like a park. She could sit and do some thinking, maybe she could enroll at the local college if there was one and finish her special education degree. That would give her something to do since she couldn't sleep in the first place.

Then she figured that with some of the money that she had in her pocket she would go and buy some food for the apartment. So she went to the local market, or what she thought was the local market and there she saw a young woman. So she went up to her when she heard her PDA beeping. "Excuse me. I believe that your phone is beeping or something? Maybe its a message or something?" She didn't know if she had said too much but she wanted her to know.

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dont_need_a_man
2010-04-03 08:46 pm UTC (link)

It was logical that he devil box had a name. As discretely as she could she untied her coin purse from around her thigh and retrieved the beeping pain in the arse. "A phone..." She didn't want to seem like an imbecile, but she gave the other girl a shy smile. "Uh... Just how would I go about getting the message?"

Her gaze shifted down to what she had refereed to as a phone, and shook it. That didn't seem to ease the beeping, yet it caused the keyboard to slide out, which caused her to yelp, miraculously she didn't drop it. The screen came to life, and her eyes widened as if she had witnessed an act of god. Then she read the screen, "Housing assignment... 109c." She offered the girl a smile, as the beeping stopped. "Thank you."

She began poking at the exposed buttons, if she was going to break it... Well she'd lived 18 years without one, she was quite sure she could live the rest of her life without this one.

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dont_need_a_man
2010-04-05 06:49 pm UTC (link)

After studying the phone a bit, pushing buttons to see what they did exactly, she had figured out a good bit. How to send messages, how to retrieve them... In fact she had spent a good few minutes writing to Marian Fitzwalter, who was now Marian Hood. She couldn't help but delight in the fact that Marian wasn't dead she was here in this strange place. She had always looked up to the other woman. She also learned she would be rooming with Sir Guy. What a queer coincidence.

After a bit the other woman arrived and led her to the housing she was to share. Showing the need to know things, the bath, toilet, sink, and a few other important things before she had to retreat. Meg only hopped that things between Marian and Guy would eventually smooth themselves out. She couldn't help but honestly like the other woman, and she didn't wish for bad blood to keep her from visiting.

Once Marian was gone, Meg took advantage of the bath, the soaps that had been in her room smelled so close to the oils and soaps she had used when she was still back home that they nearly made her homesick. She opted for a camisole and a pair of loose blue striped breeches. Taking a seat in the communal area she began to braid her hair... Glancing from time to time to the bedroom door that remained closed. Was it a sin to live with a man who was not your husband, in this time?

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