I will go mad. (Tag: Megara)

Meg slowly started to come too and registered that someone was shaking her awake. She groaned, her head hurt and after that wedding she really wasn't in the mood to wake up. Finally she started to open her eyes and thought at first that maybe she was roomed with Octavia again. Only when she fully opened her eyes she saw to her disappointment that it wasn't Octavia, but another lovely blonde woman. It was like whoever had kidnapped her, enjoyed pairing her up with people who Meg automatically was drawn too. "So far yes." She said and shifted to sit on the bed. Her eyes ran over the blonde woman's form and she shook her head. John she needed to think of John...she had a boyfriend now. That was when she saw the minibar in the corner of the room, perfect she'd probably be indulging herself with a few drinks over the next few weeks. On one of the walls was Alfred Kubin's painting The Water Ghost.....lovely. It had never been one of her favorite paintings in school, the artist seemed to enjoy making gruesome artwork. Then again all the paintings she had seen in this place were dark and grotesque. Her attention moved back to the blonde woman, "I'm guessing you're my new room mate then?" She asked before she slid off the bed. She glanced down at herself and saw with some relief that she was still wearing one of her newer outfits. It was the sundress complete with flats, much better then the skimpy nightgown she had been forced to wear for so long.

Celia watched the girl wake up. Finding that she was sitting up and looking at her up and down. Celia felt looked at. And it was more in a her roommate being attracted to women kind of way. Atleast it felt like that. The girl then said something about then being roommates and Celia nodded. "I guess so yes.." She answered. She sighed. Crossing her arms and moving to sit on the bed. She missed Dimitri already. In this place... She found herself worried. Something she had never done so much in the past. "What's your name?" Celia asked the girl suddenly. What did it matter anyway? They could be roomed now and never meet again. Just as she never heared from Kida again. That struck a knife through her heart. Perhaps she would never see Dimitri again. Well... Celia sighed once more. Not really trying to hide her sadness. She just wanted out of this place. Celia looked at the camera. Perhaps she could talk to the person behind this. They obviously saw her didn't they? Perhaps later..

Meg stood up and moved towards the mini bar, deciding to see just what their choices were. She glanced back at the blonde woman as she asked her for her name, "My name's Megara but you can call me Meg." She said with a shrug. She snagged a bottle of rum and set it on the counter with a little smile. How long had it been since she'd gotten drunk? It felt like ages and Megara definitely needed to get drunk after all that stuff that'd happened earlier on. Of course first off she really wanted to take a shower, and after poking her head into the bathroom she saw that the bathroom had one. Bathing in a little sink did not have the same lasting effect as a shower did. Plus there were some places that just could not be reached bathing in that way. She nearly shuddered at the memory, hopefully she wouldn't have to be in that same position again. Once had been bad enough, "What's your name?" She asked curiously suddenly remembering the blonde woman who was sharing the room with her. She seemed nice enough and Megara didn't want to give off a bad first impression.

Meg seemed occupied with alcohol. Celia looked at the bar. It was tempting to get wasted. But not so tempting to do so already. She laid down on the bed. Closing her eyes. She was almost drifting back into sleep. Before finding that Megara had more to say. Celia opened her eyes again. "Do names matter, Meg?" Celia asked. Looking up from the bed. She sighed closing her eyes again. "We will change rooms again. I will never see you again. You will never see me." Celia muttered. Dimitri.. Kida.. they were gone now. Would she ever see them? Kida wasn't much of a sentimental person. But Celia was. She got up. Looking at Megara. She must've thought her to be crazy. Celia sighed. Pulling her knees to herself. "Sorry. I didn't want to scare you..."

Meg frowned at that, "I suppose that's true...but we will be in a room together for quite awhile." She pointed out gently as she opened the bottle that she had grabbed, not really caring what the contents were. "I'd at least like to get to know you a little better." She added with a small smile before she took a sip from the bottle that she held. "I mean I guess I could give you a name, but my name giving sucks...I can't very well call you something horrid like Bubbles." She pointed out with some amusement. She tried not to think of the nickname she had given to Octavia...although it had fit her so well.