<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CD1UIB1.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>:  Puck<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:  Meggan Puceanu<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Living Room -> Infirmary<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>:  Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:45 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Mystique, Bishop, Angel, Gambit<br/><strong>Content</strong>:  Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Old camo jacket, faded blue jeans, blue spaghetti strap tank-top, converse shoes<br/><hr/><br/>The TV in the living room of the mansion was on, though it didn't immediately seem like anyone was in the area watching it.  Upon closer inspection one would eventually find Meggan laying on the couch asleep, though a small paperback book was covering most of her face.  Her golden-blonde hair was up over the arm of the couch.  Reruns of Supernatural were playing, the volume was low enough that it wouldn't interrupt anyone else.  One of her hands was loosely holding onto a pencil as it rested on her stomach.  Classes were always early, it seemed, and after her early morning class on grammar and arithmetic she was already mentally exhausted.  She had homework to work on, of course, there was always homework, but for now it was helping keep the light out of her eyes as she slept.<br/><br/>The scents of food from the nearby kitchen caused her stomach to growl slightly, but otherwise she didn't wake up.  It wasn't until the loud car crash, and the subsequent activity afterwards that she even stirred slightly.  While not quite awake, she shifted, rolling over onto her side which sent the book that covered her face to slip away and fall onto the floor.  It hit the ground with a light<em>thunk</em>of the spine on the floor which was enough to bring her back up from sleep into the waking world.<br/><br/>"...lazy dog..." she murmured as she woke up, sniffling slightly and blinking the drowsiness from her eyes.  "Huh?" she grumbled as she slowly sat up in the middle of the couch.  Her hair puffed out in every which way it could, stray wisps of hair covering her face and eyes.  She ran a hand loosely through her hair to get it up and out of the way.  Her brain was slowly coming back to the here and now as others seemed to start walking by and heading off to do whatever it was they were all planning to do.  There was some announcement over the intercom about the infirmary.<br/><br/>She eventually stood up and pulled her jacket up over her shoulder after it had slipped away.  She set the pencil down on the coffee table and yawned, covering her mouth as she did.  She glanced over at the kitchen for a moment, scrunching up her nose slightly at the thought of going to go cook something for herself--perhaps it would be easier to just get something to eat later.  She wasn't quite that hungry just yet.  Instead she had an appetite of curiosity to satisfy, so she started towards the stairs to head down towards the infirmary to see what was going on.<br/><br/>When she reached the base of the stairs she found herself mostly in front of Bishop who had the deep blue woman Mystique in his arms.  Angel was nearby as well and it seemed Gambit had arrived just shortly before her.  There was a tension in the room that made her slightly uncomfortable, which perhaps made it through into the sound of her voice, "Uh, cheers..." she began, looking around at everyone, "um is everything all right?  I-I..." she moved her hand up to her lips for a moment as if to bite her nails, though she didn't quite complete the gesture.<br/><br/>"Sorry, uh, she doesn't look so good--do you need any help?"