[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan did not like hugs. On the list of things she loved were skulls and spiders and arsenic and coffee and scream queens. At the top of things she disliked? [i]Hugs[/i] and ordinary non-creepy children. Hugs felt like someone was trying to smoother her in a blanket made out of rainbows, sunshine, and sugar. She would have appreciated the attempted murder in any other context, but here? It made Megan tense up, her entire body screaming against this violation of her nature. She was dark and mysterious and creepy and odd and funny - she wasn't touchy-feely by any means. By the time Guinevere stepped away and made a comment about how big Megan had gotten, Megan felt like she had just survived a near death experience. [i]Two unsolicited hugs from strangers in one day. [/i]

	[color=silver]"I... Yes. The alternative would be being dead,"[/color] Megan replied to Guinevere. [color=silver]"Child burial options can be strange. During my residency, I heard about a family who bought a custom Spongebob urn for their child. It was horrific. Imagine spending your afterlife with that... that [i]thing[/i]."[/color] Megan didn't know why she was saying this. All she knew was that she couldn't stand the silence and she didn't know what to say to Guinevere, so speaking about burial urns for children was apparently what her mind had settled on. Her eyes darted around the scenery, as if daring another biological relative of hers to appear and hug her.