It's a terrible life

[putuporshutup]

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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June 20th

[thebestseller]

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.

[putuporshutup]

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.