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. ]

Comments

[not_so_great_wall]

Why not? [ This is a problem and problems demand to be solved! ] Do you need... warm milk? Or maybe a story!

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

[But you're drunk!]

I'm okay. R-really.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Meiling just makes a frustrated noise, staring at him intently before deflating and flopping down. ] I really am useless...

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

Urm, I-I don't think so?

[not_so_great_wall]

But I can't even help.

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

I-I don't think anyone can, so it's okay.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Looking up at him. ] Are you sure...? That sounds sad.

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

But I'll be fine. I-I'm sure.

[not_so_great_wall]

...okay. [ She's not entirely convinced, but what can she do.

Meiling makes another to sit upright, legs tucked under her. ] Other than the sleeping, how're you doing?

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[not_so_great_wall]

Just fine? [ Well, that's good. He looks unhurt, but that's not saying much. ] What've you been up to?

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

N-nothing much.

[...Seriously, nothing much.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ An odd smile. ] Mm, that's probably for the best. When you think about what this town considers "exciting", a boring life isn't so bad.

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

An interesting life is more of a curse, really.

[not_so_great_wall]

Around here, that might be true... [ Frowing, now. ] Maybe that's the lesson Mayfield's trying to teach us.

[isolationbox.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if it's trying to teach us anything.

[not_so_great_wall]

There has to be some reason.... [ Or so she hopes. ]