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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.]

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...I forgot to hit post

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[Flandre perks up at this prospect. Marisa wasn't mad. Marisa wasn't mad at all; otherwise, she wouldn't say these things. Right? Right. Yes.]

Okay, Marisa.

[It takes a moment longer for her to stand; when she does manage it, she's still a little bit shaky.

But she leaves anyway; shuffling and stumbling a bit, but quickly. Before Marisa could say something else that would be different.]