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It's a terrible life

Who: Meg & You
What: "It's a Wonderful Life" loss
When: June 19th-20th
Where: Anywhere in the castle
Rating: PG-13

Thursday morning rolled around, and Meg had seemingly disappeared from Paradisa altogether. Her room appeared vacant - missing nameplate and all, and the Death Match didn't open on time that day.

But she was there. Invisible, intangible, and incapable of doing a damn thing about it. Effectively a ghost, but without any of the nifty vengeful spirit tricks up her sleeve. She was so incredibly unamused by her predicament of not being able to speak to anyone or touch anything that it didn't even occur to her until much later to start spying on people. But once it did...? She just couldn't help herself.

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Katniss had been hoping to hide out the rest of the stupid holiday with someone she knew didn't celebrate -- but there it was. Empty nameplate, no sign of belongings. Still, she tried going to the Death Match but ...

Nothing.

She dropped her head a little, and sighed quietly, "Oh Meg... not you too."

It hadn't even occurred to Meg that she might be missed. She had decided to just stay in her room for the time being, perched on the windowsill, brooding about the fact that the castle had done away with all their things - hers, and what Castiel had left behind. She only hoped that whenever this stupid loss was over, she'd get those back, too. They were the only reminders she had left of him.

When Katniss came in though, her stomach twisted a little. She knew how many people her friend had lost, and the fact that she had to witness the aftermath of seeing her thinking she'd lost someone else... it wasn't fun to see, to say the least.

Meg wanted to have reach out to hug her and tell her she was here, but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't.

Katniss leaned against the door frame, her grey eyes filling with tears that she didn't allow to fall. She looked over at Meg's and Castiel's things, just left her and abandoned, but she didn't have the heart to start gathering them up, so they could be parsed out amongst her friends.

Instead, she pushed herself up, and started to look around. It reminded her so much of the Victor's Village, after the bombing. Those empty houses, where people she loved used to live. Where she used to live. She traced her fingers along each object, her expression quiet and mournful.

"I don't know how much more I can take."

Crowley has lived in the castle for a long time, hell, Crowley has lived, period, for a long time. As such, it's never a big shock when people vanish any more, and he certainly doesn't try to show how much it pains him, to watch those he's deemed worthy of giving a shit about vanish into thin air.

He adds Meg into his statistics of friends lost (multiple times, at that, with her) and lets himself into the bar. He keeps it closed and locked for anyone else, of course, but heads off behind the bar to settle himself in with a nice bottle of whiskey to get absolutely hammered.

Meg had taken to haunting her bar when her empty room became too depressing. It surprised her when Crowley came in, and she watched him carefully. She knew him well enough to know when he was upset, and this was as close as it got.

She was flattered, of course, and continued to be surprised that people even cared, but she was getting tired of seeing her friends hurting. With feelings, her heart could break for them, and that it did.

It was annoying, to say the least, but she was nothing if not a glutton for punishment. So she sat there next to him, willing him to feel her presence in some way, almost entirely sure that the castle wouldn't allow for it.

Of course, he doesn't. Crowley can do a lot of things, but sensing spirits is not one of them. He lines up a few bottles, all the same, occasionally raising one in a mute toast to her, before drinking it down.

Danny was not having a good day. Not only had the castle decided to make him go through the worst holiday of the year for a second time in six months, but now Meg was missing.

And he knew there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

He didn't even have any ghostly nuisances to take out any of his misplaced aggression on. Instead, he just heads outside the castle and starts up with target practice. Maybe if he blew up enough ice sculptures he could forget for just a short time about how wrong everything was.

Her hopes of Danny being able to perceive her were shot when she finally found him and screamed herself hoarse trying to get his attention on any which plane of existence.

Ultimately, she just sat and sulked, watching him as he blew up ice sculptures. At least that was amusing. Ice sculptures in June were stupid, anyway. All they did was remind her of the last Christmas... when things were so much better. It was upsetting, as was watching one of her favorite people being affected by her absence. She couldn't imagine how she had ever ended up being such good friends with a teenage ghost hunter of all things, but there they were.

She just hoped this would be over soon, so she could give him a hug. Even if it was cheesy as hell, it was all she wanted.

Meg was gone.

Castle had lost people he'd liked before- heck, he'd even lost Kate once- but this one still hit him very hard. Meg had been a good friend to him pretty much since he'd arrived, and they had been through a lot together.

He thought about opening the Death Match, but his heart wasn't in it. He wasn't sure it ever would be, in fact.

So he hung a sign on the door reading "Bar Closed Due To Lack Of Owner" and went inside to sit and sulk. He was still avoiding alcohol, but at least he could sit and remember.

First Crowley and now Castle... she should have expected it, really, but it didn't hurt any less. She sighed and sat next to him as she had with her demon friend. It was easier to read Castle. They'd been there for each other through losing Kate and Cas respectively, though he had gotten Kate back, they had still shared that sense of loss and it was incredibly touching seeing him upset over her, too.

It was starting to hit home that she actually mattered to people, as hard as it was to wrap her head around it. She was more or less a pariah in her world, but Paradisa had changed her quite a bit, she supposed. And the context in which she was the bad guy didn't really exist here.

She watched him and sat with him until he left, silently praying that the castle would get the memo that she had learned her lesson. Was that, perhaps, the point? Meg could only help.

Oddly enough, Meg woke up the next morning in her room. Her room. Castiel's same fluffy pale blue bedding, the crystal rose suncatcher she'd given him for Christmas in the window... she was back. She didn't remember coming back here and she didn't typically sleep, but she supposed that was just how this loss had ended.

The first thing she did was call over the journal to Katniss, Danny, Crowley, and Castle that she was back and to meet her at the bar. By the time they all arrived, she had already wished up a huge spread of breakfast - pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage. She was making pitchers of mimosas and bloody marys, and had set aside some orange juice for Danny. It was the least she could do for the group of friends who had made her feel loved again.

Call her crazy, but she was suddenly feeling more festive than she had previously.

Edited 2014-07-01 19:49 (UTC)

So what was that all about?

[Danny may have been slightly annoyed over having gotten all upset for no reason. Not that he was upset. He's totally denying that he was worried at all.]

Dunno. I was here the whole time, but nobody could see me or hear me and the castle kept showing me that people were actually upset about me leaving for some reason.

Kinda sweet, I guess.

More like kind of traumatizing.

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