008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks.

That doesn't mean she hasn't been trying to sweet-talk them into it for the better part of an hour. And by sweet-talk, I mean whining pitifully because she really doesn't want to get thrown out for taking matters into her own hands. ] --c'mo~on. Can't you just pour me something a little stronger? I'm going to need a whole lot more than this. [ She remarks, fingernail grazing the edge of the colorful cocktail glass. ]

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[ Action : Around Town : Open ]
[ Later, no matter how much she had to work at it, she managed to get herself sufficiently smashed (for a short while, at least)! You can encounter her:

1) Wandering the neighborhood, humming some old tune to herself as she sways.
2) Attempting to enter your home and not realizing why her stupid key isn't working...
3) Napping on your front lawn. ]

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Action (3)

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin's stepping out onto the front porch, armed with the Colt .45 that RED Sniper let him borrow, a folded chair, and a gun cleaning kit; he's planning on doing some routine maintenance on it ... and he doesn't initially see Meiling sleeping on the lawn.]

[Not until he's set the chair down on the lawn, put the gun cleaning kit down, and then looked up to see the redhead snoring away.]

... What'a hell?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She's murmuring something about ... teeth? Teething. Her one arm comes up and shoos away whomever or whatever she's dreaming about, currently. ]

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin holsters the .45 and walks over to Meling, an eyebrow quirked.]

[Then, he nudges at her side with the toe of his boot.]

Yo, lady, what's'a trouble?

[Action - 3]

[thirdeyeclosed.livejournal.com]

[Hey Meiling, there is a little girl leaning over you as you nap on the front lawn of what should be a familiar house, staring at you with all three eyes. That's right, three!

Koishi tilts her head, watching her sleep. She's waiting for her to wake up, but she's not gunna force her to. Not yet, at least.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Three eyes makes it extra creepy...

Except not, since she has no idea what's going on as she snores away for another good minute. It does enhance that feeling of being watched, though, so eventually she is roused and sits upright. ] Bwah?

[thirdeyeclosed.livejournal.com]

Hi, Meiling! [OH SHIT SHE KNOWS YOUR NAME WHAT IS THIS.] Why are you sleeping on my front lawn?

Tavern

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

Hi~, sorry about that. What can I get you?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Smiling. Service, finally! She holds up the daiquiri glass delicately between two fingers. ] Anything more potent than this, please! Sake... if you have it.

Feels like I can snap this glass's head off if 'm not careful.

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

Sake? Sorry, I can't say we do. We do have whiskey and brandy, though. That's the strongest stuff we have.

Action (1)

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey, it's Meiling. And she's fun to talk to because she's honest, unlike other Touhous out there. So Shiki gives a wave.]

Hey, Meiling.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ The humming rises in pitch as she brings her hand up in a single, big wave. ] Hmm~hmmmmmm~hiiiii Shiki!

[artwithknives.livejournal.com]

What are you doing today?

Action: Olney's Tavern

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Orders a bottle of whiskey, two glasses and nudges her.

Points over to the table.]

Don't bother with drones, you're better off just making friends.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ "Friends" would mean just more people she could disappoint... but the man had what she wanted, and a good point, so she smiled at him nonetheless. ] Aheh, it sounds like you've got this figured out. [ Meiling stands up to move over to that table, taking the frou-frou drink with her (hey, she's not gonna waste it)! ]

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Sits down with her. Pours a glass for her and then himself.

Just downs his first one. Does he even taste them anymore.]

Nope, just watched a lot of people do the same stupid dance you were trying. This town is ☠☠☠☠, don't bother trying to work with it. You either break the rules yourself or you find someone to do it for you.

Action (2)

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa hasn't been seen for over a week now. Not even a hint of her since a few days after that phone call about the dead drone. She wouldn't have bothered with this, except the sound of that key constantly trying to open the door has grated on her nerves and the whispers from her curse refused to let her keep ignoring it.

But no... no, she couldn't just answer the door. Instead, she pokes her head out her window - the glass in it broke days ago - to call down.]

Go home.

[Her voice is raspy and strained, dark circles under her eyes and she's very pale. Almost like she's sick...]

[not_so_great_wall]

I'm trying! [ Comes the somewhat sluggish reply. Meiling is kneeling on the doormat now, one hand on the door, the other caaaarefully navigating the key toward the lock with a critical eye on it. ] Come on... stupid... thing...

action; 2; at 1647 Albright Lane

[perfectandelegant]

[Okay, it's about 2 AM, and there has been noise at the front door for about ten minutes. Sakuya sighs, throws on her robe, and walks to the door...oh god. There is only one explanation for this, and she doesn't even need to smell the booze on Meiling's breath to figure it out.]

...you're drunk and on my doorstep at 2 AM. What is this nonsense about?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ You're going to have to speak up because all Meiling can do is stare (but it's a legitimate reason!) ] Uh...

[ Translation: Okay, Sakuya is standing in my house in a robe. I cannot be this lucky. Just what the hell is going on here? ]

Action 3

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[ A huge armor clad figure stares down at the red-haired person on his lawn. He clears his throat pointedly. ]

Is there something I can help you with, mamzel?

[not_so_great_wall]

Whoa... [ She blinks up at the figure, vision a bit blurry. ] Mistress, the suit talked! [ Thinking it was one of the empty armor suits on display at the mansion back home. Someone was preeeetty toasted. ]

3 - on the lawn

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[She looks nice with the flowers. . . ]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ You could even say it's her place! Except that's only wishful thinking on her part. Grass is comfortable, though that rock she just rolled onto wasn't. ] Mrrr, who put that there?

[Meiling shifts her hand under her and tosses the rock away rather hard. Hopefully it doesn't hit anything important...]

2!

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

[...Why is she right outside his house.]

...U-urm.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Frustrated, she throws the key down and sits on the doormat. ] This is stupid!