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[adropofjupiter]

[1: Wednesday 8/17 - Action (340 Brady Lane)]

[After escaping Spades, Marisa ran to the first place she could think of where she would be safe, sneaked inside and hid. In a certain magician's room. Under her bed. At least until she calmed down. Sadly, she wasn't hidden quite as well as she thought she was...]




[2: Thursday 8/18 - Phone/Action (1125 Taylor Road)]

[There's a lot of fumbling with the receiver before Marisa finally gets a handle on it.] You know... Some of this milk isn't so bad... This one bottle's kinda like my shrooms. I wonder... I wonder if I'll get those back. Gods I miss them...

Like I miss watching the stars dance in the sky and the... the... trees. Y'know how profound trees are? Such deep rooted knowledge of life and death and the way of balance and the universe. I wonder what the trees would say here with as fucked up as this place is.

[She seems to be talking to someone else now, having dropped the receiver onto the table without hanging up.]

Hey, Patchy... let's go talk to the trees...




[3: Saturday 8/20 - Action (507 Ricardo Street)]

[Fashionable scarf tied around her neck to hide the still-healing bruises from when she'd been strangled earlier in the weel, Marisa decides to go visit Alice and Shiki. Misery loves company and they were all miserable.]

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[not_so_great_wall]

Oh yeah, well...... you're messy. [ The youkai lifts up her arms and uses the edge of the bed to help herself to her feet. ] C'mon. [ Time to usher Marisa toward the bathroom. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[So not arguing with the gatekeeper. One witch is steered toward the bathroom.]

Where's Patchy?

Translation: Pip doesn't know

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Distractedly. Answering questions AND walking is hard. ] I don't know.

And here I was expecting 'somewhere'

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh. Okay. Good thing I can clean up before she gets back from... whatever she's doing.

That would've worked, too >.>

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A nod. ] Right.

[ And here she's trying to wipe at the edges of Marisa's eyes and cheek with the corner of a damp towel to get those dim stains away. Slowly and carefully. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Marisa would've protested this treatment - she wasn't a child - but she was still upset from the strangling and... it just made her feel safer. Cared for. And maybe... maybe Meiling just needed to do this for herself, too.

So, the witch quietly let it continue.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Age is relative! So it's good that the witch doesn't protest because, in a way, she really does need to do this. Saying she had no problem with the way things were going between those two is one thing; acting on it is another.

But, truthfully, she's just acting on her instincts and not quite thinking that deep into things. Thinking was hard. ] I have makeup. [ She vaguely gestures toward a sealed box containing compacts, lipstick, blush, and various other things. ] I never use them.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Makeup was good as it meant she could TRY to cover up the bruises and not get Patchouli on an immediate beeline to the witch's house to kill Spades.]

...thanks. How come you don't use it?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Yes, less murder would be good. ]

[ A slow blink. ] ...do I need it? [ DOES SHE HAVE A ZIT? No, seriously, she's never considered her looks all that important. She takes good care of her body, for the most part, and it's clear. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Well... no. You don't really need it, but you could...

[She ponders a moment]

Hey... go grab a chair, bring it in here and sit. Let me show you what I mean.

[not_so_great_wall]

Okay. [ She drags one over and sits herself down, heavily, hands in her lap. Ah, sitting down is kind of comfortable. Hopefully she doesn't nod off... ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Considering how close Marisa is going to be to Meiling's face, if she can fall asleep she has to have narcolepsy.]

Okay, so... the first thing we need to do is put the foundation on. This evens out your skin tone and kinda creates a small barrier against your skin and the rest of the makeup. Kinda like making your face into a canvas for a skilled artisst to make a masterpiece upon.

[She starts with that, smoothing the foundation onto Meiling's face. It was a little weird to be doing this, but it was something... something to take her mind off her near-death experience.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Do not underestimate her Powers of Napitude. ]

It feels icky. [ Like having mud smeared on her face, even though it looks cleaner than mud. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

You'll get used to it, ze. Once I've got it evened out properly you won't even notice it after a few minutes.

[Smoothing it a bit down Meiling's neck so it blends into her skin better...]

There. Now, the next thing to do is to decide which features to showcase. The idea behind makeup isn't to paint on a pretty face, but to accentuate what you already have. I personally like to draw out the eyes. Mine are so bright, when I do my makeup properly, they almost seem to glow when the light hits them right.

...you've got pretty expressive eyes, so we'll bring yours out, too.

[not_so_great_wall]

I do? [ It's sort of hard to follow all this, and she'll probably forget it later, but she's honestly trying her best. Focusing, in general, is hard right now, so she stops to blinks forward at herself in the mirror. ] How do you do that? [ Does she have to put something in her eye? That sounds painful. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Shh. Sit still and let me work my magic, ze.

[a pause] I don't mean that literally, but figuratively. Close your eyes and relax. I'm going to do various shading with eyeshadow on your eyelid.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ Meiling nods once and then sits still with her eyes closed, just as directly.

Perhaps a little too still and calm, for her mind starts to shut out the world around her, and her breathing is very even... ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that's a liiiiitle creepy, but it's much easier with Meiling as still as she is. Marisa takes four different colord - green, brown, a light peach color and a smoky grey, and uses them to give those eyes a touch of color, with the green jeing just an accent as to not overpower the look.]

This is going to feel weird, but stay still like you are. I'm putting the eye liner and mascara on now.

[She uses a charcoal liner to give her work more definition and makes sure to blot the mascara so it won't leave faint marks when Mailing blinks.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ There isn't so much as a peep from the gatekeeper through the whole process, and past. She has sunken against the back of the chair like she belongs there, and one of her hands slides off her hand, a limp arm now at her side.

Yep. She's out. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Really? Really? Come ON, Meiling! This is ridiculous.

...at least it makes it easier for Marisa to apply a little lipstick to compliment the whole color scheme and just a hint of blush. She then admired her handiwork before focusing on her own neck.

Looking at the nasty bruises, the clear finger marks, made her remember... and made her sick. Can Meiling sleep through Marisa purging the contents of her stomach into the nearby toilet?]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ That'll do it. Or maybe it was the faint smell. Meiling bolts upright with a start -- and that's about the most enthusiasm or energy she's used since breakfast.

She spends a good long moment staring at herself in the mirror -- she looks... different! Is this what it's like to be "dolled up" as people like to say? -- before she turns her head toward the sound of the toilet flushing. ]

...ah. Are you okay?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[...]

Yeah...

[She wipes her mouth and then goes to splash water on her face.]

[not_so_great_wall]

[ When Marisa's done with that, Meiling has the towel from before held up in her direction. She's just not the sharpest knife in the drawer today, it's true, but instinct counts for a lot. ] Thank you. [ And after a pause, she gestures to her own face. ] It looks nice.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa takes the towel and spends a small amount of time in it before finally looking up.]

No problem, ze. See how it brings out the flecks of color in your eyes and yet you don't look all painted up like some women do?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ She has to stand and lean closer to the mirror to get a closer look, or so she thinks. Meiling spends a bit of time like this, and then she actually smiles a tiny bit. ] I think so.

--hey. How did you even get inside? [ Something she should have asked earlier (or did she? She can't remember). ]