InsaneJournal

A gift.
Who: Meg Bennett and Stephen Hart (anyone else is welcome also)
When: Late in the afternoon.
Where: starting in Complex D first floor
What: Meg said she wanted to get Stephen a weapon, so he wouldn't have to fear the bad things that came. She's a girl that lives up to her promises, and delivers.
Rating: PG so far.
Status: Incomplete.

Meg wasn't entirely sure which flat was Stephens, though she did know he and Nick did not share one. She did know that they were both from building D... Which was a good bit from her own, but it wasn't that far from the shop she'd seen on her walk with Nick. And to be honest she was wholly more comfortable with walking than she was taking one of the transports. Now that the reptiles were gone, she felt a touch more safe-as safe as one could feel in a strange place almost a thousand years after your birth.

She wore the simple denim breeches that had been in her closet, and a simpe button down long sleeved blouse, in a blue gray to bring out her eyes. She felt under dressed, so used to wearing gowns and the like she hardly felt proper. But she'd seen so many of the local women dress this way, so she knew she it was just how she felt rather than how she looked. She had tamed her long curls so they weren't completely wild.

Might as well start at the bottom, it was the most logical place to start after all. It was her thought as she climbed the stairs to the first floor. Nick's flat was easy enough to find.... She strolled down the hall a little ways, reading the name plates on the doors, she was about to give up hope when she came up to the final door. She couldn't help but smile as she read the name... She just hoped it was the proper Stephen and not someone else. She wasn't sure of his surname. What was the worst that could happen? She rapped lightly on the door with her free hand. The sword she'd chosen, along with a smaller dagger, wrapped together with a sword belt-each in a leather hilt, in the other.