Bookstore? Bookstore!

[megstewart]

Navigating in a strange city is rarely as simple as Google Maps would have it. Especially because Meg has this habit, when writing directions, of omitting bits like "on your left" or "walk three blocks straight" and just draws arrows from one street to another. So it's taken her a while, and some directions from a helpful Vaughn, to get to Oak Park

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[theshameofcain]

It's been several weeks and she's not dead yet, so Bambi's starting to figure that maybe, just maybe her bacon's safe, but you can never know with these people. For all she knows, Monroe's hoping the CLF will get her.

At the moment, she's sitting cross-legged on top of her desk with her wings out- white and brown like the wings of a common eider. There's a book in her lap and a lit cigarette balanced between her fingers. She doesn't look up when she hears the bells on the door jingle, but she does mutter a, "Yeah?"

It's her form of greeting.

[megstewart]

Lady with wings. Okay. This is new. Sort of. Robin mentioned angels, but...this is a pretty *angelic* angel. Perhaps more so than Meg was expecting. She goggles.

Except that now the lady--angel--guh--is talking to her. Right. This is the secret-agent part of her mission, what with picking up false paperwork and so forth, and saying "You have wings!" is less than helpful. Plus? So not what James Bond would do.

Meg prods her neurons into order. "Hi, I--" she clears her throat and brings her voice down to its regular octave, rather than the initial squeak. "I'm Meg. Someone...said I should drop by." She's not close enough to nudge, and she has the idea that getting that close might get her dismembered, but she does wink.

There should totally be a password here. Note to self, Meg: arrange signs and countersigns next time you want fake ID. Really, has TV taught you nothing?

[theshameofcain]

"Oh right. Girl from the journals." Still said without looking up, although she does point in her general direction. She closes the book, swipes away some of the stirred up dust with the hand not holding the cigarette and puts it aside. The cigarette, itself, gets crushed out in the ashtray beside her. That done, she unfolds her legs and climbs off the table.

She goes behind the desk to retrieve a notebook. "I'm Bambi Dalton, I'm an Angel of Knowledge and giving the way you're gawking, I figure that needs to be stated... And Jesus Christ on a busted pogo stick, did you just wink at me?" She sounds partially amused though. She kinds finds it cute that this girl seems to think this is more covert an operation than it is.

[megstewart]

"Nice to--um, yeah." As Meg's ears turn red, she gives Bambi an awkward grin. "Sorry. Not really sure how these things work, yet. Last time I got one of these, it was a lot less serious. So."

One sneakered foot scuffs along the floor. "Nice place."