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"Honestly, such a great question Mr. Baker. Really great. One I'd probably ask the previous chief since he, you know, was the one to seal them away."

Was the previous chief alive? Meg wasn't sure. She could definitely look it up but also, that seemed like a lot of work and really, Basil was such a pain, always poking around in things that didn't concern him. Sure it was his job but, did he have to do it so well?

"Why do you need them again Mr. Baker? If the documents are sealed, isn't the case closed?"

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Megara's involvement with the city council and government had been a thorn in Basil's side for several years now. Anytime he wanted documents or meetings from the building or its staff, he was getting hard no's left and right from her. And why? She didn't seem to like the job much, barely able to stand being in the same room as Hades for very long. It was a suspicious arrangement, that was for sure. One that Basil had yet to give up fighting against.

"You don't understand, the documents I need from the precinct should be of public record," As a private investigator, he had to jump through quite a few hoops to read any records concerning police proceedings, "Why would the previous chief seal them?"

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An uncomfortable mix of relief and annoyance twisted in Meg's chest even as the tension left her body. Because of course it was Hades who found her - the gods sure did have a sick sense of humour. Resisting the childish urge to whine at the familiar low voice, that it wasn't fair for her to lose the few hours in the morning that belonged only to her, Meg instead began to gently massage her calf.

"Oh boy - and what a choice it is." Meg couldn't resist rolling her eyes but there wasn't any bite to her words. "Don't tell me you're worried that Santa's only going to bring you a lump of coal this Christmas - it might be too late to start with the good deeds."

She shifted closer to the wall and braced with one hand while stretching the other out towards the mayor. Meg wasn't fully convinced he wouldn't just let her fall back on her ass for that last comment and at least the wall was sturdy.

Meg's lips twitched, threatening to turn into a full blow smirk as she dramatically batted her eyes. "My knight in shining armour, would you be so kind as to impose your help upon my frail body?"

“Relax, Meg,” Hades’ voice drawled, smooth, low and unmistakable. “I’m not here to mug you, tempting as that might be.” He said with a hint of sarcasm as he approached her. He had to admit, he found the situation pretty amusing. He was not one to take pleasure in seeing someone take a tumble, but the dramatics she had done it with had a certain… charm.

He stepped closer, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his coat, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “But since I’m apparently some poor sucker who’s stumbled across you, the question is: do I ignore you and let you limp your way home? Or do I play the good samaritan and save you from whatever tragic indignity this is?

“Your choice, of course,” he said with a smirk tugging at his lips. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

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"You are a lifesaver Hec, you know that? I think between the stress from the storm and the changing season, my body's decided to call it quits. Just like everything else in my life," she added on with a quick grin and wink.

Surely there was a saying somewhere about how a terrible boss brings even the most different co-workers together. If there wasn't, then Meg was going to slap together an inspiration poster to that effect and hang it up in the lunchroom. Hector was sweet and honestly didn't deserve half the shit Hades put him and Marc through - Meg would need to remember to sneak in a couple extra end of year presents for the two of them when she got to the office.

"Hector, just how many things are you carrying with you?"

Hector knew Megara was the kind of lady who could take care of herself. He'd learned to never underestimate her, especially since she made such a great addition to their team of lackeys. Not that he'd ever call Meg a lackey like him and Marc, she was probably better at her job than them. Nevertheless, Hector knew pain, a victim of many charley horses in his own life.

"You're not a sucker!" He quickly waved and sat by her side, showing that he meant no harm, "Here, you can use my heating pads. I always carry them with me if I get a cramp."

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"Wow Tins, what would I do without your precious insight in my life?" Sighing in relief as the muscle began to relax, Meg gestured to Tinsley's takeout cup. "If you really cared about me y'know, you would offer me a sip."

A pause.

"Unless it's just black coffee, in which case if you really cared, you would go buy me a proper drink." The snark left her voice as she gave Tinsley her best impression of an innocent puppy dog, her eyes large and pleading. "I'm clearly just so very dehydrated and suffering."

stood outside the coffee shop, her arms crossed as she leaned casually against the stone wall. emerald eyes followed meg's form, nodding in encouragement, but then—crash!— down she went, landing in an undignified heap.

she bit her lip, desperately willing snicker threatening to break free to stay inside. despite herself, tinsley allowed a small, quiet chuckle to slip free, her shoulders shaking slightly as she turned away, not wanting to draw attention to her amusement. It wasn’t mean-spirited, just… hard to resist.

glancing to her left, then her right: was nobody going to help? her eyes roll skyward, lips curling into a slight smirk as she sips her coffee, ❝ that looked like it hurt. ❞ styraphome coffee cup is lowered. ❝ and you were doing so well, too. ❞

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A grin crossed her face, despite her best efforts to keep it hidden. Lorcan was such a little shit and she'd never admit it to them but she had definitely tucked them away in the small soft part of her heart. "Kids these days, so fucking rude. Is that what you say to to all the old grannies crossing the street?"

The pain had already receded to a dull throb - if Meg gave it a couple more minutes, she was fairly sure she'd be able to continue her run. "Y'know," she said, eyes glancing up to where Lorcan had been working. "I think you're supposed to be putting up the siding, not tearing it down."

Lorcan hadn't been having a great week since the storm, their apartment building severely weathered by the storm and all their usual selling grounds torn up. Plus, they weren't keen on the manual labor to help clear the streets, so Lorcan had been tasked with fixing up any broken windows and siding Oberron had at the casino. The dealer found themself weird perched on a riser now, doing work they were definitely not trained for a wishing for a distraction.

When Lorcan saw Megara trip and catch herself, they quickly took to opportunity to abort work and go to help her. Before they could help to lift or assist her though, the older woman was telling Lorcan off, "Fine then, guess I'll just kick in your other knee when you're not looking."

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"Fine, but I better not see any pictures suddenly show up online kid. Gotta keep up my professional image around town." Meg was by no means 'old' but the way Tim ran made her feel like she was pushing ninety instead of thirty-five.

Her muscles slowly began to relax, the sharp pain dulling to something much more manageable. Meg kept her foot pressed firmly against the - ah, against the twisted metal bench - for another minute or so before deciding she'd had enough of the dirty ground. She tried not to look too closely but she was pretty sure that there were several cigarette butts and needles just a few feet from where she'd landed.

"You know, someone should really fix this park up," she said dryly as she hoisted herself up. "You know anyone that has an in with the Mayor?"

Tim doesn’t technically like doing morning runs. Sure, he likes running, but doing it without something chasing him isn't as fun.

But if he doesn't want to get winded when he is getting chased, running is a necessity.

He has a few paths he does, one going through the shitty park in town. He likes it because the sidewalks are tripping hazards under ideal situations. Keeps him on his guard so he doesn't drop.

Unlike Meg, his sorta running buddy, who is currently curled up on the ground.

"Well, unfortunately for you, none of those apply to me, so imma stick around."

Tim starts doing some stretches as he stands nearby, waiting for her to get up or ask for help.

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where: outside, can be anywhere in Godscobh when: early morning - week following the storm who: open

Feet pounding against the cracked sidewalk, Meg silently sang along to the music blaring through her headphones as she ran the same path she'd been running for the past ten years. Familiar and comforting, it was her one reprieve from whatever the fuck mess that was her life. There was no freak storm when she ran, no strange figures, no spooky events. It was just her and and her music and - fuck.

Collapsing into an inelegant heap, Megara groaned as her leg spasmed. Apparently today, it was just her and the most painful calf cramp in the world. With gritted teeth, she stretched her leg towards the nearest solid object and pressed, hoping it would ease her contracting muscles.

Sudden movement caught her eye. "No I don't need any help and no, I don't have anything valuable. Run along and find some other poor sucker," she drawled with a casual tone that belied her current pain levels.

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If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Megara Teresi

NICKNAMES: Meg, Megpie

BIRTHDAY: October 31, 1990 

AGE: 34

HOMETOWN: Godscobh, New Hampshire 

EDUCATION: Graduated from high school - barely 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS/FAMILY: Single and so not ready to mingle. She's an only child and both her parent's are still alive and living in town

PROFESSION: Mayor Zika's Secretary

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5'3 

EYES: Brown 

HAIR: Dark, thick, and curly. She likes to wear her hair natural but sometimes prefers the ease of different wigs. 

BUILD: Slender and angular, edges as sharp as glass 

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: she's got a rough stick and poke tattoo of a heart with the initials MT+AD inside. It's on her hip bone and she will literally DIE before telling anyone it's there

FACE CLAIM: Kat Graham

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: Meg doesn't have a lot of time outside of work to pick up hobbies however, she does make sure to go for a run each morning before she's expected in the office

LIKES: Wine, pastries, grapes, finding loopholes in requests

DISLIKES: Men, liars, rainy days, mushrooms

STRENGTHS: Quick witted, Independent, Intelligent

WEAKNESSES: Bitter, Cynical, Snarky

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Drugs, Gun Violence, Death

Megara was raised in Godscobh, the brightest little light in her parent’s life. Even when they both came home from jobs that paid too little and asked too much, they would always find time to cuddle up in her small bed and read stories. Megara fell asleep each night, dreaming of the day she would meet her one true love and they’d escape from this small, dying town. 

She was fourteen when she met Adrian at a friend’s party. It was like a magical, movie moment - their eyes locked across the crowded room and the whole world fell away until it was just the two of them. They became inseparable from that point on. Megara would have done anything for Adrian and it wasn’t long before she began to pull away from friends, from school, from family, in favour of hanging out with Adrian at the beach. How she graduated from high school was still a mystery - if she was being honest, Megara was fairly certain they pushed her through so they wouldn’t have to put up with her anymore. 

The two of them were out celebrating Megara’s recent graduation when Adrian pulled off to the side. “A surprise,” he’d said with a wink and a long, drawn out and wet kiss. Scrolling through her phone, a sudden bang had her ducking behind the park bench and looking frantically for Adrian. Movement caught her eye and she watched a dark figure tear out from a nearby alleyway. 

Ice flooded her veins. This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go - this wasn’t the end they deserved. And yet, there he was, splayed out against the cold brick wall, dark liquid pooling under his body. Megara tried to scoop it up, to place it back into his body so that Adrian could stand once again and press her against the wall, to make her forget the image of his still form. 

A hand rested gently on her shoulder and it was at that moment Megara realised she’d been making a low, keening noise interspersed with whispered prayers. “Please help him, please make it better, he doesn’t deserve to die, that’s not our story, that’s not how it goes oh god please, save him. I’ll do anything please. Save him.” 

And with that, a deal was struck - although Megara wouldn’t find out the full details until much later. But Adrian was breathing again and with no regard for the congealing blood, she threw herself sobbing into his now warm chest. He was alive, her Adrian had lived and no matter the consequences, she would gladly pay them for the rest of her life. 

Sadly, the deal she’d made was for life, not love. Adrian’s near death experience spurred him to turn his life around, to get clean and go back to school. He loved her but she was a bad influence on him and he couldn’t afford to have people like that in his life, not anymore. Megara watched, open mouthed in shock, as he drove off, his final kiss lingering like a brand on her forehead. 

The next day, one of the mayor’s associates was at her door with a letter of offer and a reminder of the deal she made. Megara allowed herself a final night of tears for Adrian and then locked that part of her away. She would not go back on her side of the bargain but she would never make the same mistake again. 

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Meg from Hercules Name: Megara Teresi Age: 34 Profession: Mayor Zika's secretary Pronouns: She/Her FC suggestions: Kat Graham, Ritu Arya, Zoe Robins Face Claim: Kat Graham Availability: Taken

TW: Drugs, Gun Violence, Death, 

Megara was raised in Godscobh, the brightest little light in her parent’s life. Even when they both came home from jobs that paid too little and asked too much, they would always find time to cuddle up in her small bed and read stories. Megara fell asleep each night, dreaming of the day she would meet her one true love and they’d escape from this small, dying town. 

She was fourteen when she met Adrian at a friend’s party. It was like a magical, movie moment - their eyes locked across the crowded room and the whole world fell away until it was just the two of them. They became inseparable from that point on. Megara would have done anything for Adrian and it wasn’t long before she began to pull away from friends, from school, from family, in favour of hanging out with Adrian at the beach. How she graduated from high school was still a mystery - if she was being honest, Megara was fairly certain they pushed her through so they wouldn’t have to put up with her anymore. 

The two of them were out celebrating Megara’s recent graduation when Adrian pulled off to the side. “A surprise,” he’d said with a wink and a long, drawn out and wet kiss. Scrolling through her phone, a sudden bang had her ducking behind the park bench and looking frantically for Adrian. Movement caught her eye and she watched a dark figure tear out from a nearby alleyway. 

Ice flooded her veins. This wasn’t how the story was supposed to go - this wasn’t the end they deserved. And yet, there he was, splayed out against the cold brick wall, dark liquid pooling under his body. Megara tried to scoop it up, to place it back into his body so that Adrian could stand once again and press her against the wall, to make her forget the image of his still form. 

A hand rested gently on her shoulder and it was at that moment Megara realised she’d been making a low, keening noise interspersed with whispered prayers. “Please help him, please make it better, he doesn’t deserve to die, that’s not our story, that’s not how it goes oh god please, save him. I’ll do anything please. Save him.” 

And with that, a deal was struck - although Megara wouldn’t find out the full details until much later. But Adrian was breathing again and with no regard for the congealing blood, she threw herself sobbing into his now warm chest. He was alive, her Adrian had lived and no matter the consequences, she would gladly pay them for the rest of her life. 

Sadly, the deal she’d made was for life, not love. Adrian’s near death experience spurred him to turn his life around, to get clean and go back to school. He loved her but she was a bad influence on him and he couldn’t afford to have people like that in his life, not anymore. Megara watched, open mouthed in shock, as he drove off, his final kiss lingering like a brand on her forehead. 

The next day, one of the mayor’s associates was at her door with a letter of offer and a reminder of the deal she made. Megara allowed herself a final night of tears for Adrian and then locked that part of her away. She would not go back on her side of the bargain but she would never make the same mistake again.

Notable character information: Megara is one of the select few who knows who Hades in and also that he has access to old, powerful magic.

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Hercules (1997)

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Kat Graham in Love in the Villa (2022)

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