Siren's Pull

[Guess who is back.The video clicks on and the network is immediately treated to the dutch angle from hell and screaming. Lots of screaming. From the look of things, Meg has jumped Crowley. In public. A new low for the demon duo of civil war craziness. A crowd has already started to gather and there are sounds of people pitching in unhelpful commentary from the sidelines.]

-of a BITCH! Your sorry little posse dragged me to hell! I was not looking forward to the trip home, you scum sucking little-

Get off of me!

[Crowley, though a pretentious douchebag snob, is an able-bodied fighter -- and he catches Meg with his legs and flips her onto his back, his hands finding her throat.]

Of course I took you back to Hell, you were attempting to assassinate me, disgusting whore --

[Things look nice and vicious from the feed, in fact, Meg’s gone black eyed and she’s just about snarling. She kicks the NV, and it goes off mid action.]


[OOC: Meg is purple, Crowley is red. Responses will come a little bit after the fact.]

[Meg is not pleased and seems to have taken up a seat in the back booth of some bar. It's pretty dingy and smoky, definitely not clean, and not at all a respectable joint in any way. She manages to look completely out of place, her hair pulled up and in a white dress shirt. If it wasn't for the leather jacket draped over her shoulders and the glass that must've been something on the rocks, it could be easily assumed that she'd found herself in the wrong place. If you didn't know her anyway.She's got her feet kicked up on the table and she's probably got the phone propped up judging by the angle, though she's not quite as in frame as she could be.]

Canada. That's a new one. Haven't been here in …..Oh, well. An apocalypse. Who's idea was having a mystical hell hole trap in Canada...?

It's a nice little magical feedback loop they have going, real pretty and all, have to admit that. Can't get out, only can get in if you're "pulled".

[She pauses, and rolls her glass across the table, staring past the camera, and looking for all the world like she's got her thoughts elsewhere.]

I don't really have time for this.

[There's a beat, and she rolls her eyes.]

And even if I don't just get yanked out of history for all time, I don't like having my things get screwed with, got it?

I was on a roll.

[There's another pause as Meg thinks, her eyes lighting up before she finally starts chuckling. It's not really a nice sound, and she finally looks at the camera, raising an eyebrow.]

Just is my kind of luck though, these days. So. Come out, come out, where ever you are. It doesn't take much to sniff hell and angel dust, so who've I gone and gotten my poor little self trapped with, hm? Don't be shy.