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[adropofjupiter]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?


[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

Comments

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[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No... I don't know what happened. She just... her arm was suddenly not there and blood everywhere...

[phone]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

.... Explain what happened.

[phone]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I was leaving the house and she tried to stop me - something about summer reading or laundry. She grabbed my shoulder and I shoved her hand off me.

And... and then there was blood and she was screaming and her arm was ripped off....

[phone]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

That's pretty strange. You didn't do anything else? No spells gone wrong?

[phone]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I didn't do anything. No magic - nothing.

[phone]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

The hell is going on then? Is this some sort of mayfield bullshit then? Drones aren't usually combustible. Normally.

[phone]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

I dunno, ze. It really kinda freaked me out.