wait a minute little back porch lady

[gwynn]

Who: Megan and yooouuuuu
What: Still spiraling into a pit of self-destructiveness, but with less horrible traumatized feels, Megan could use some distractions.
Where: Specifically mentioned are Griss Twist and Howl Barrow, but anywhere is fine.
When: Ruudary 27-29th
Notes: If you need a specific prompt and don't have ideas PUNCH ME OVER PM we can plot things...
Warnings: Drinking, drug use, will add as needed.

Megan's drinking a lot more than she usually does, but from the outside, to people who don't know, it looks like she's just partying harder than normal. Then again, who's to say that's normal -- she hasn't actually been here that long, maybe she was just settling in before now. Who knows. People do notice that she seems a little off-balance, but Megan has always struck most people as being one of those girls -- high drama. When she's up, she's up, and when she's down...

She goes back to work, though, finally, and gets reamed out for not calling out when she was "sick," but she's not fired, it's not that huge a deal -- they found someone to take her slots for her stage shows and her absence on the floor was noted, but her regulars are happy to see her back. It's much easier to plaster her smile on at work, and to be fair, she really does have a good time, usually. She likes her coworkers and she's acquired a number of regulars who are actually really nice to her, even if a few of them are obnoxiously fetishy about her. Well, that can't be avoided. Megan's stage shows -- intricate, flying pole dance, burlesque routines ending in dusting her audience -- are interspersed with periods of her out on the floor, hustling for private dances, just like Camelot back home -- but better, because people here have money. The Vault is not actually a strip club, which works to her advantage because she can make her private shows whatever she wants them to be; there aren't really a lot of rules.

When she's not at work, she's at clubs or bars -- the former more often because she likes to dance, but sometimes she goes to bars to get drunk and flirt with boys in a less noisy atmosphere. She especially likes anywhere that offers karaoke -- she doesn't like to sing but she does like to goad boys into doing so, plying them with beers and vague promises or else facetiously threatening bodily harm, and then laughing as they stumble through the lyrics of unfamiliar songs, embarrassed, but that's the real point of karaoke -- getting drunk and making a fool of yourself. If everyone's laughing at everyone else, she doesn't have to feel like they're laughing at her.

Although she stays close to home -- in Howl Barrow she can be found at local stores, cafes sometimes, always standing out with her wings and hair -- she does venture out to the rest of the city. She does not feel safe here, but she didn't feel safe in New York, either, and it's still true that she doesn't risk being assaulted every time she goes anywhere in Baedal. Just if she gets on the wrong side of the police, which she is, despite her lifestyle, doing her damnedest not to.

She has never felt so alone amongst so many other people.

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[timewreck]

Kiden, for all intents and purposes, is finding her way through the city, bit by bit. Comfortable isn't the stage she's at, but acquiescence would most likely be it. There's no exit and there's no promise of her being dropped back into New York anytime soon, so it's time for her to just deal with the cards she's been dealt.

That means finding something other than just slipping back into her party child ways. She had a job once and she could get another one, right? Right. Kiden will just have to slog through the pile of applications asking for her personal info as she sits in the Love Cafe, nursing a soda.

[gwynn]

A friend of hers a while back turned her on to this cafe, and Megan liked it enough that she's made it her go-to one, even though there's another one closer to her house. Distance isn't a problem for her at all, she can literally just pop right in whenever she wants, so that's not a problem -- she just likes the atmosphere here. Friendly. Nice. No one looks at anyone else weird, even if they've got wings.

She stops in that afternoon a little drunk still and in desperate need of coffee -- she should have water and an aspirin but fuck that -- and immediately plasters on her smile. She's not planning on staying long, she should only need to do it for a few minutes. She's dumping roughly half the entire cafe's supply of sugar into her cup when she notices Kiden there and hesitates, wondering if she should pop out before having to talk to someone else she knows, but -- no, she ought to be social again, or people are going to notice something's really up. "Kiden, hi!"

[timewreck]

She hangs out mostly in Howl Barrow because its full of people who aren't normal, who clearly have some different air about them and different physical aspects as well. Kiden could blend into the crowd in any of the other sections of town, but why should she? She's a mutant now and it's time she stuck with her own people here.

But jobs. Right. She's busy writing down her name out in cursive (surprise! Kiden has great handwriting.) when it's called out and she looks up and around the cafe, grinning when she sees those wings and bright pink hair. "Yooooo. Where've you been hiding?"

Last time she saw Megan was when? ...The night of her party, right.

[gwynn]

"I've been around," she says, which is vague enough that while it's not entirely truthful, neither is it a lie. "Hungover, mostly." That, however, is 100% true.

She considers ducking out now since she put in an appearance, but... no, that'd be rude. Anyway, she likes Kiden and is pretty sure she's not going to ask a bunch of awkward questions, so instead she sits down with her coffee and takes a sip of it, peering down at what she's writing. "Whatcha doin'?"

[timewreck]

"Alkie," Kiden laughs, looking down at the stack of papers again. She's knocked on Megan's door once or twice with no answer and she figured Megan was just out doing her own thing, no big deal. Kiden's not the type to superglue herself to somebody else just for entertainment.

"Looking for a job," Kiden mutters. All she has for the employment history section is that dishwashing gig she held for a few months before shit hit the fan again, but if they hired her, then somebody in Baedal will. "I need money if I want to keep the booze and cigs coming.

[gwynn]

After a moment, Megan makes a face, gets up, and turns her chair backwards. It's more comfortable for her to sit like that; her wings get in the way with the backs of chairs. She leans her chin against the back of it, peering down at the application. "That's cool! Shouldn't be too hard, right? I mean, like, no one cares if you don't even really have any experience. I guess no one's like, lying about being a doctor and then cutting people up for funsies or whatever, though."

[timewreck]

"In here? Probably, but all I want to do is wash dishes or something. Why do they need to know all this?" Kiden shoves her hands at a diner's application, sliding it over to Megan to check out. All her correct information is there, including the school she went to, but really, who is going to double check any of that?

"I could put in that I'm Charles Xavier and I can do epic shit so that is why they should hire me."