xp_logs | Amanda And Meggan (Backdated)

Meggan and Amanda get in some girl talk about how things are going. During the course of which, the topic of what happened on Halloween is brought up, and a few questions are answered.

Meggan had completed a batch of homework, and was taking a break downstairs with an episode of The Golden Girls. It wasn’t an episode she had watched with Wade yet, and seemed to be part of an out of the right order four day long marathon, if the schedule was even half right. It looked like it could be the end of the final episode, since everyone kept saying goodbye and then Bea Arthur was hurrying back inside for just one more hug before going away again.

As the credits finished rolling, she switched off the television and turned. “Oh, hi there,” she smiled.

"Hey, Meg," said her older sister, coming into the rec room properly. "What the hell was that you were watching? With the old biddies and all?" She seemed bemused.

“Hey. Oh, that was The Golden Girls. One of the Bea Arthur shows I was watching with Wade,” Meggan explained. “An episode I hadn’t seen before.” Maybe an episode that would make more sense if she watched it in order, since it looked like it was the end of a two parter.

"Wade? He's as bad as Remy with his Indian soap operas." Amanda shook her head and came and plopped down next to Meggan on the couch. "How're tricks? I was just dropping in on Nico to help her with the packing and all, but I couldn't leave without seeing my favourite sister."

“You just might be right,” Meggan agreed with a laugh. She scooted over to make more room for Amanda. With all the St. Olaf stories that were told by Rose’s character, sometimes she felt the show could definitely be more than a little out there. Maybe not as out there as Indian soap operas from what she had heard. “I'm glad you did drop in. Oh, I think they’re going very nicely right now.” Now that she was sitting beside her, Meggan remembered she had a question about what had happened with the costumes--but it could wait a few minutes.

"Good to hear. I was away in England for a while, so I missed a bit of stuff." And by 'stuff' she meant 'Korvus'.

Meggan nodded. “It’s okay, you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t a lot of massive things.” She didn’t know just how big it would qualify as, even if it was big to her. Meggan was guessing that Amanda knew that she knew exactly what she was talking about. “Two dates with Korvus,” she happily acknowledged.

"Two, huh?" Amanda grinned at Meggan, noting her apparent happiness with that particular 'stuff'. "He seemed like a good sort when I talked to him."

“I thought so, too,” Meggan agreed. “One to a Homecoming dance—one a movie in the rec room. It was the first time seeing Indiana Jones for either of us.” If he wanted something that counted as ‘culturally significant,’ it was a good place to start.

"I'd ask how it's going, but you look like the cat that swallowed the cream," Amanda teased. "Only, you know, without the ears and the whiskers." Since Meggan could probably manage that herself. "And I promise, no horrible threats this time. I learned my lesson."

“Or any of the purring,” Meggan threw in. While she was certain she could do those two, the jury was out on how well she could imitate that last one. She was happy to hear Amanda say that, since she didn’t think Korvus needed anything said to him. “He’s good, I’m sure he’ll be on his very best behavior. And thank you.” It meant a lot.

"He's a good kid and he thinks a bit like you do, with good karma and all." Amanda shrugged. "I might drag him out to a punk club sometime, see what he thinks of it, if that's all right by you?" Again it was just teasing, letting Meggan take the role of the elder.

“Oh, yes. He really ought to try it at least once or twice with you, so he knows exactly how much he likes it,” Meggan replied innocently, aiming for semi-serious. She knew Amanda was teasing, and was just playing along. Even so, bands turning the nobs on amplifiers up to eleven—ouch. The ears of the poor people nearest to it would be bleeding. But with his endurance and stamina, she had to assume that Korvus' would be okay if Amanda ever really did take him to one.

It was hard not to snigger at the less-innocent connotations to Meggan's reply - if it had been anyone else, Amanda would have assumed they were being dirty on purpose. "I promise to bring him back in once piece," she managed, turning red in her efforts not to choke on her laughter.

While she wasn’t sure what part of that had been funnier than she intended, she could only guess she had said something she shouldn’t have. It couldn’t be all that bad, though, could it? “I know you will,” Meggan smiled. “And I’m positive he’ll be extremely grateful for promise that, too.”

"Deal." Amanda managed to recover herself somewhat. "How'd he pull up after the whole Halloween balls-up? It didn't freak him out or anything?" She recalled Cecelia and her reaction to her introduction to magic, although baby dragons and Asgard were a lot to swallow.

“No, there were no freakouts from him, after he was back from Conan land,” Meggan began. “He was mostly confused—and hoping all our Halloweens aren’t like that. I told him that most of the time, people around here don’t turn into whatever they’re wearing. We wear the costumes, they don’t wear us.” Barring unexpected mystical interventions. But she couldn’t promise there wouldn’t any other spookily strange Halloweens, since who really knew? Which brought her straight to the question that was nagging her. “I have a couple questions about some stuff that went on that night, though, and I was hoping you could answer them."

Amanda raised her eyebrows. "Sure, Meg. What's up?"

“Well, when I thought I was a unicorn, and Angelo thought he was a wizard, we summoned a spirit up. Used a lock of my hair to call it, so I think that’s a binding contract of some sort, isn’t it? And I sort of—when I still thought I was Amalthea—told it to come back at anytime. Was that bad? It won’t come back to wave hello to anybody if I’m me, and Angelo’s himself, and everyone’s not their costumes, and nobody wants it?” Meggan didn’t think there was anything to be worried over, but she knew magic had consequences and she wanted to be completely one hundred percent positive that there were no side effects for anybody else.

Meggan shook her head with a grin. “And was that spirit just playing along with my costume induced loopiness? Since he pointed me at Kyle for my revenge seeking, after saying it had been a very long time since he’d met a unicorn.” The last question wasn’t so serious, but still…curiosity. It may have just been humoring her at that point.

Amanda rubbed her forehead at the rush of information. And another reason to kick herself about leaving that charm lying around - her little sister and one of her oldest friends did not need to get involved in magic, not wiht all the crap associated with it. "I'm... not sure," she said at last. "Do you know what kind of spirit it was?"

“It never gave us its name,” Meggan answered after a moment. “I think he called it an osha before we conjured it?” That wasn’t right. “No, no, it was an orisha,” she quickly corrected herself. She tried to remember anything else that might be of some use to Amanda. “The fact that it loved the apple offering doesn’t mean a thing, either, does it? If you ignore the whole possessing Angelo while he thought he was El Santo, it wasn’t acting scary or sinister.” Ignoring that was tough, though. “It never felt like it was planning to eat anyone, just the apples. It just liked walking and talking.”

"Orisha?" Amanda frowned, trying to remember rather than because she was worried. "Oh, right, I think I remember those. Basic mischief-type sprite, likes to play pranks but isn't really dangerous. I can study up on them a bit more if you like, but I think you'll be good." She paused, then added. "I might check in on Ange, as well. Possession isn't always the safest thing in the world, so I'll make sure nothing got left behind, just for my own peace of mind."

Meggan gave that some consideration, before tilting her head in curiosity. “So an orisha’s like a lying, but playful fairy, minus the pixie dust? While pointing me Kyle’s way, it goes off for some more fun. Or to do whatever it does in its off hours, when people aren’t conjuring it up.” That sort of made sense, especially if there hadn’t been any malicious intent anywhere near it. It was just playing along with everyone's delusions. While she was thankful that it wasn’t something big and evil, she was also completely behind Amanda’s suggestion. “I think the most it did to Angelo was leave him full from eating all those apples, but that sounds like a good idea.”

"Pretty much, yeah. Sort of like Puck from Shakespeare," Amanda explained. "And Ange is probably fine, but sometimes possession can open a door, if you get me. I just want to make sure nothing else can move in."

Oh, she knew that play well. It did sound like a Puckish orisha. ”So there aren’t any invisible signs left behind for him saying ‘welcome to my brain—please stay, have a cookie, and take my marbles’—or something very like it,” Meggan acknowledged with a quick smile. Angelo didn’t need one of those in his head, even if she believed he was fine. Nobody needed that.

"Exactly." Amanda nodded. "And speaking of cookies, I'm starving. You want to come raid the kitchen with me before I go? See if one of the mad bakers who bakes has been letting off steam with pastry?"

“Oh, yes,” Meggan confirmed with an eager nod. She was hungry, too. “I can’t possibly turn down that offer.” While she had a hankering for ginger snaps, any cookie would do, really. It all depended on if someone had been wild enough to make more than one type in mass quantities earlier in the day.