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?

[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]

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

[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?

[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?

Tavern

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

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

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]

Hn? [ She rolls away from the boot, swatting at his leg. ] N' now, Flan... m'sleepy...

[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.

[not_so_great_wall]

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

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.

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...]

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin frowns a bit as he takes a step back after being swatted. That was unusually strong for a swat! ... Now that Balin looks at her, he's taken aback by how tall she is. Balin's rarely seen women as tall as Meiling, let alone tall Asian women.]

[Nevertheless, he squats down and gently shakes her shoulder with a hand.]

I ain't this Flan you're talkin' about, miss—c'mon.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Now she'll reach for that hand and tug whomever is attached closer. ] Just f~ive more minutes...

[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)! ]

[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...

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

Whoa—!

[That causes Balin to lose his balance and fall forward, roughly, on top of Meiling. With her strength, she could've easily been a Guardian or Grenadier back in the AFS!]

[Now he tries to push himself up off of Meiling, grunting with annoyance as he does so.]

Jeez, don't you got a lawn of your own to nap on?! Ain't that what they make hammocks for?!

[thirdeyeclosed.livejournal.com]

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

[not_so_great_wall]

[ That's too big and muscle-y for Flandre. Meiling squirms and blinks the sleep from her eyes, stretching her arm out over her head as she does so. ] Hmmmmm hammocks are nice, but--

[ Oh hello, stranger. ] ...um?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Blinking sluggishly. ] Your lawn? [ Looking around. ] --I thought someone took the flowers away.

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Balin's got himself propped up with both hands, when he sees Meiling looking right back at him.]

Yeah. Hi.

[He looks completely unamused.]

[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.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She laughs, cheeks still a bit rosy from the earlier time at the bar. ] You're not Flandre!

[walking-nuke.livejournal.com]

[Now he sits up in a military "take a knee" fashion. Something about the way she looks and talks ... is she drunk?]

Is Flandre your assigned kid or somethin'? 'Cause this ain't your house. This is, uh—847 Goldberg Street.

[Beat.]

What's your name?

[not_so_great_wall]

Hmm... [ The youkai is briefly disappointed, but then smacks her hand on the bar regardless. ] I'll try both!