Megan is acutely aware she's a visible target, and was forced to understand the privilege of passing in a very painful way when she was still a kid. It's unfortunate how often that happens at that age, when kids are arguably the least equipped to deal with it; genetics and circumstance conspired to make her initial adjustment pretty rough. In a way, though, her inability to pass as human is a relief -- she doesn't live with the fear of being caught that people who can hide their differences do, and she's seen firsthand how that can destroy people emotionally. She'll never know which is worse and doesn't really want to.
At least in Baedal, her reception is generally positive. People do still stare and she's not blind to anti-xenian prejudice, but it's not as pronounced as it was back home by far and she's enjoying her newfound freedom to walk down the street without worrying about being hassled by the cops or assaulted by her neighbours. She breezes past anyone staring pretty easily, having clearly had a lot of practise in acting like she doesn't give two tugs about anyone's opinion about her. (She totally does, it's just about learning to fake it.)
Their El stop is Ludfallow, in Ludmead, which, being in close proximity to TMU, it's no surprise to find a wide variety of clubs and bars too rowdy to fit in to Brock Marsh. Megan wasn't kidding when she said once that her strategy is to find the nearest school and start flirting with boys there -- where there's a university, there are parties and booze and boys. This one also has the bonus of a low cover charge -- she's got money and can spot him but she knows if their positions were reversed she'd feel kind of weird about that, so. "I found this one like, a week after I showed up. I don't actually remember most of it from the first time, but like, usually I just kind of assume if I don't remember anything it was probably pretty tight. Like, you'd remember being bored, right? It's never steered me wrong before! Okay, it steered me wrong once, but in my defense I'd been drinking tequila, and nothing you do on Patron is ever a good idea, but whatever doesn't kill you, right?" Uh, actually -- "But I went back after that and it seemed like a good place to start. Don't say I didn't warn you about the music though." What? She didn't warn anyone.
At least it's not weird obscure German techno.
She's got on some silver sequin backless monstrosity on top but had the good sense to wear pants, not a skirt; she's planning on getting hammered and dresses present some obvious problems when you can fly and are too drunk to care whether you bothered to put on underwear.
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At least in Baedal, her reception is generally positive. People do still stare and she's not blind to anti-xenian prejudice, but it's not as pronounced as it was back home by far and she's enjoying her newfound freedom to walk down the street without worrying about being hassled by the cops or assaulted by her neighbours. She breezes past anyone staring pretty easily, having clearly had a lot of practise in acting like she doesn't give two tugs about anyone's opinion about her. (She totally does, it's just about learning to fake it.)
Their El stop is Ludfallow, in Ludmead, which, being in close proximity to TMU, it's no surprise to find a wide variety of clubs and bars too rowdy to fit in to Brock Marsh. Megan wasn't kidding when she said once that her strategy is to find the nearest school and start flirting with boys there -- where there's a university, there are parties and booze and boys. This one also has the bonus of a low cover charge -- she's got money and can spot him but she knows if their positions were reversed she'd feel kind of weird about that, so. "I found this one like, a week after I showed up. I don't actually remember most of it from the first time, but like, usually I just kind of assume if I don't remember anything it was probably pretty tight. Like, you'd remember being bored, right? It's never steered me wrong before! Okay, it steered me wrong once, but in my defense I'd been drinking tequila, and nothing you do on Patron is ever a good idea, but whatever doesn't kill you, right?" Uh, actually -- "But I went back after that and it seemed like a good place to start. Don't say I didn't warn you about the music though." What? She didn't warn anyone.
At least it's not weird obscure German techno.
She's got on some silver sequin backless monstrosity on top but had the good sense to wear pants, not a skirt; she's planning on getting hammered and dresses present some obvious problems when you can fly and are too drunk to care whether you bothered to put on underwear.