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[kriiger]

starter for @hellsmother

It wasn’t a shabby hotel, but it certainly wasn’t the ritz. Meg had made a few wrong turns by booking the more expensive rooms of hotels, landing her in close proximity of other demons who thought themselves high and mighty. Better stay at crappier places if it made her safe.

She was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, an ancient book in her right hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The TV was on in the background, the nasal voice of a Kardashian filling the room. 

There was a knock on the door and Meg ignored it at first, she hadn’t ordered any room service. Not that this hotel had any room service. But the knocking persisted and eventually she got up, finding none other than Rowena outside.

“How the hell did you find me?” 

[kriiger]

Starter for russianicefaerie 

She’d been here before, many many years ago, but Kyushu had changed since last time. Not that it wasn’t lovely as ever with its mountains and stunning views. 

There were a few places left on earth which she hadn’t visited, like Svalbard and Wales, but why go there when there were exotic and warm places to explore? Especially hot springs. Ureshino Onsen had enough hot springs to choose from and relax in.

Meg was looking at herself in front of the mirror in her room, eyeing her peach bikini and the few fainted battlescars. There were only one which were particularly nasty, the one on her lower abdomen where Crowley had gotten her. But she still looked hot and the scars only added a sense of badass to her.. “Still got it.” The demon mumbled to herself as she moved away, heading outside. 

She didn’t get very far though before she collided with some form of solid mass--- a person.

“Watch it, kid.” 

[kriiger]

Starter for spellboundinthenight

Who could resist a bakery called Temptations, honestly? Especially when you were a demon. It smelled wonderful inside and Meg desperately wished she could taste all of that pink looking cupcake she was eyeing. What? Demons loved sweets too and this was her holiday. 

“How much...” Meg started, but was interrupted by the woman’s odd look. “--for that one? What? Is there something on my face?”