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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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...where'zat?

I shall lead the way.

[not forgetting the milk] Lead on, love. I will follow you... until I get distracted.

Do I need to keep you on a leash?

Hee hee... Maybe. [And Marisa holds her braid out with a giggle.]

... No. -And thusly, she turned to leave, expecting Marisa to follow.-

[The witch giggles, drops her braid, and follows along... until she gets distracted. By the clouds. Which she's staring at.]

Woah...

-Patchouli stops, turning back to Marisa, then to the sky.-

... Whoah...

[Yeah... Just staring at the clouds with her mouth hangong open.]

...giants. Fluffy white giants.

They're friendly, yes?

Nothing that fluffy could be mean.

Are you sure? It could be a wanyudo.

...then we zort it, ze.

Zort it?

Yeah... zort. You know...

[this is accompanied by some weird gestures toward the clouds.]

Ohhhh... I think I understand. -She doesn't.-

Exactly! [It's okay. Kind of questionable if Marisa does anyways] So we'll do the zorty thing if the fluffy giants become mean.

But we need cake now. [latching onto Patchy] Koa-cake. With strawberries. Does she have cake magic? Cause that would be awwwwwwwwwwwesome.

There's no such thing as cake magic.

... But maybe she has strawberries.

There isn't? Maybe we can create it some day.

Us? Create something? Together?

[Marisa turned to start walking backwards - this is clearly a brilliant idea where nothing could go wrong.]

...aren't we already?

I'm not certain what you mean.

We are doing that dating thing... righ--AH!

[And that would be marisa tripping over a crack in the sidewalk and falling on her butt.]

-And that would be Patchouli, sporfling uncontrollably.-

[And this is why witches shouldn't walk backwards when they're high. But Patchy sporfling is pretty damn hilarious so Marisa has a giggle-fit, grinning like the idiot she currently is.

...they're never going to get cake at this rate.]

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