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[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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[ 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... ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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?

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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.

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[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). ]

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...don't remember. [And she doesn't] Probably same as always.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A brief snort of laughter. She'll have to check the doors and windows. ... but later. Right now, she moves toward the door. ] Are you done? Do you need a minute?

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I... I think I need a scarf. I can't look at my neck long enough to cover it up with makeup without...

[Her gaze wanders to the toilet.]

[not_so_great_wall]

Hm. [ Meiling steps out into the hall and points at the main bedroom. ] Check the closet.

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[Checking now. Coming up with a black scarf with silver trim. Tying it now.]

...does it cover it up?

[not_so_great_wall]

[ A nod. ] I think so.

Can you drink? [ A pause. ] Tea. [ Gesturing toward her own neck. ]

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...as long as it's not too hot. Probably.

[not_so_great_wall]

[ That made sense. She nods again. ] Wait in Patchouli's room.

[ And she'll head down to prep the tea, with plenty of milk and honey. Very. Very. Slowly. ]