xp_logs | Log: Meggan and Kurt (Reply)

Backdated to the evening of the 3rd. Following everyone’s escape from Murderworld, Meggan goes to see her big brother.

Following the insanity of Murderworld, the first thing Meggan had managed to do was to take a very long, hot shower that eventually managed to wash off all of the muck and grime that she had managed to accumulate—mostly from the second reality show scenario. She was exhausted, sleepy, and just a bit frazzled (from the electric shocks the DDR used) but she was going to find Kurt first.

And, if I don’t just fall asleep on his shoulder while giving him a good hugging, we’ll talk, Meggan thought.

Not entirely unpredictably, he was in his room when she looked there, opening the door quickly to her knock.

"Hello, liebchen", he greeted her with a smile.

There was a brilliant, if exhausted, grin in return from her. “Hi, Kurt!” Foregoing anything else at that second, Meggan leaned in to hug her big brother. While the experience of Murderworld wasn’t quite as horrific as when Apocalypse was around, it was a very close second. And providing zombies didn’t invade the mansion any time soon, it may just stay that way. “Have you heard about what happened on the field trip yet?”

"...no, and I dread to ask." He hugged her back automatically but warmly, then drew her into the room so he could close the door and look her over properly. He hadn't missed the exhaustion. "What is it?"

How best to sum things up after everything? “Well, the field trip was really a trap, and it was actually a place called Murderworld.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she added, “Everyone was forced to divide into separate groups and live out reality shows with a warped little twist.” And who knew that DDR could become a method of torture before all this? Certainly not her.

She gave a slightly pained grin, adding, “And let’s just say that if I never wear stilettos again, there’s a very good reason--other than that they’re extremely painful.”

"Murderworld?" Kurt asked sharply. "Run by a man with a warped sense of humour... but everyone has come home safely?"

She nodded hurriedly. “Yeah, that’s the one—everyone’s back and we’re all in one piece. We’re all okay…exhausted, but alive. Even if some of us thought others were dead for a little while. We had to make it through his version of America’s Next Top Model, Dancing With The Stars, and—Survivor.” She was glad everyone had made it out, too.

"...how?" Kurt asked, confused. "Not that I am not very thankful you all came out safely, but from what I know of the man Arcade, it is not his style to only fake killing."

Meggan cocked her head—even she wasn’t entirely clear on why nobody managed to actually end up dead. Thankfully, she didn’t have the mind of a psycho, so she could only shrug. “I think he just thought it was fun…and possibly to make millions off the ones that survived his death traps.” After a pause, she added, “We just ended up locked in cages, until we were rescued by the ones that didn’t end up losing the last round.”

"And I am glad of it." He gave her another quick hug. "Whatever his reasons, it seems we have all been very lucky today."

Meggan squeezed him again in that hug before finally letting go with a fond grin. “Definitely lucky. Everyone’s scraped up a little bit, but we’re lucky!” Thinking for a moment, she asked, “Did Survivor ever try to make people cross old and creaky wooden bridges? I don’t watch enough television...and I’m starting to think that’s a very good thing.”

And thinking of some of the other reality show choices Arcade could have made, it might just be a miracle that he hadn’t selected The Bachelor. The roses would have likely been poisoned, or something equally awful. She wouldn’t even dare to contemplate what his version of I Love New York would have looked like…

"I cannot say I have ever watched Survivor", he admitted. "But I would assume so - he does like to make everything fit his theme properly."

“That’d explain the ridiculously big birds and bugs, then.” Meggan would’ve tried to show him just how large with her arms, but she doubted they were long enough for it.

Kurt glanced from one of her hands to the other, eyebrows raised. "I hope you mean the birds by that, and not the bugs."

Meggan laughed at that, and actually quietly snorted for a second. “Well, the bugs were bigger than I’ve seen anywhere, too—but the birds were the biggest of all.” If she ever encountered a bug that was as big as those birds, she would indeed run (or fly, depending on how well her levitating was faring at that moment) screaming. Or at least hide somewhere safe until they were all gone.

"And there were the mice in the Top Model thing...which wouldn't be so bad if they weren't running under our feet." Her face said it all, if he had wondered what had happened to the little things.

He grimaced. "Real live mice? That sounds more than unpleasant, really."

She had to cringe herself just thinking about it. “Between the tilting, slick runway and the flashbulbs, well…flashing, there was no choice but to step on the poor little things.” If it had been up to her, and it wasn’t a life or death situation, she might have kept at least one as a pet. And, of course, if they hadn’t been squashed.

"You had no choice", Kurt agreed. "But it was an unnecessary thing for him to do, even among all the rest."

“Oh, I know. I really think that man was just crazy and creepy. And I’m also wondering just how many of the others will swear off reality shows after this. And DDR.” If Meggan ever crawled into (or just crashed face down) her bed that night, she would likely end up dreaming of dancing for a long, long time to come. Or even dancing with really big birds.

"I hope those who enjoyed DDR will not swear off it", he said, concerned. "Reality shows, I think anyone could do without, but it would be a shame to lose an activity they liked."

Meggan nodded at that as she conceded his point. “A DDR that doesn’t tilt, or give electric shocks would be a good one, I’d say. I’ll have to try it someday when I’m not achy from Murderworld version.” Would levitating everywhere instead of walking make her even achier if she tried to do that tomorrow? She would find out tomorrow morning.

"I believe Kyle likes to play it, if you are looking for a partner", Kurt suggested.

“Next time I decide to try it, I’ll be sure to track him down.” A long yawn interrupted anything else she could have said on the subject. Wryly grinning at that, Meggan added, “And I’m starting to think that if I don’t head for my room in the next few minutes, I’ll probably fall asleep on your shoulder.”

"That, sister mine, is what I have a couch for", Kurt said firmly. "If you want to stay here, that is. It is up to you." He had a suspicion she might, after what she'd been through that day.

Meggan practically beamed with gratitude at that idea, while simultaneously letting loose another giant yawn. “Oh, now that sounds like a better suggestion. And I won’t wake up with a sore neck like I would if I did sleep on you.” One less thing to worry about being sore, and it was so much closer than her bed right then.

"Then the couch is all yours. Come, sit down." He tugged her over that way, gently. "I have spare blankets, too."

Meggan patiently waited while he found what was needed to make the couch a good bed. She gave him another quick hug as he went by, as well as a whispered, “Thank you—again.” She was probably tired enough that she wouldn’t accidentally levitate at all. She knew she should be out like a light the minute her head hit that pillow.