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[balletrat]

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

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[thelastearthman]

No dancing here. Just tea and confusion.

"Hello, Meg."

[balletrat]

Salut, Arthur -

*Meg grins at him, quickly, though it doesn't banish her worried expression.*

How're you?

[thelastearthman]

"Alright."

He eyes the fire extinguisher dubiously.

"Admittedly wondering what's been going on around here lately."

[balletrat]

*Meg makes a face.*

You haven't seen the posters?

- I mean, admittedly, I guess they're kind of cryptic - er, it's a demon. A really really scary demon.

[thelastearthman]

He makes a face in return.

"I'm going to need more tea."

[balletrat]

Just make sure, *Meg says, in tones laden with doom,* that you don't end up singing an aria about it.

- no, seriously. I mean, you don't know how lucky you are not to have been caught by it yet.

[thelastearthman]

"Considering the fact that I can't sing on-key to save my life, I think everyone's lucky."

[balletrat]

Nor can I, *Meg informs him, looking tragic.*

And I've been caught twice.

There were mobs of singing dancing waitrats because we sang so badly. Like, I have not got words to convey the terror of this -

[thelastearthman]

Arthur... just stares. In horror.

[balletrat]

We were trapped, *Meg says solemnly.*

On a table. Singing. We're lucky we didn't catch fire there and then, I guess -