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[Not!mom should normally be getting dinner started at this time, but nope, you'll find her in the living room today, just. Sitting on the couch without her glasses on, with a half-empty mug resting on the table and waiting for Marisa to get home.

She'll speak up a few brief moments after the blonde closes the front door behind her, barely enough time for Marisa to kick off her shoes and step into the hallway.]

You're back, Marisa.

[Well, shit. Marisa had been hoping she could sneak upstairs while Ciel was cooking... giving her the chance to avoid contact.]

Yeah... I'm not... feeling well. I'm just gonna skip dinner and do my school assignments upstairs.

[She turns her head around, her look quiet but serious, an unusual but not wholly rare change from the usual.]

You shouldn't skip dinner completely and just focus on working if you're truly feeling ill. What's causing it? Is it your head?

[Marisa's brow furrows. Why wasn't Ciel not wearing her glasses? Why that look? What did she do wrong?]

I just... don't feel good, Mom. [She looks away uncomfortable.] I threw up earlier and my head is splitting. I just want to go lay down.

[...

She glances away towards the kitchen, her tone losing some of the coolness it previously held.]

Go do that. I'll be up in a bit with water and some medicine, okay?

[...Sheesh. She should get her to retrieve her memories ASAP, but seeing the girl like this...

Her health still comes first no matter what, doesn't it?]

Okay.

[And Marisa headed right upstairs. She flopped down on her bed, curling herself into a ball, arms wrapped about her pillow. She was miserable. Things didn't make sense, her head was killing her and she couldn't get those images out of her mind. The dead bodies. The freaky bodies. The mayor...]

[It's been a while since. The memory is that hard to wash off, huh?

...

Well, of course. Wouldn't she know, of all people?

Five minutes later, Ciel'll be indeed coming upstairs with a tray, holding one glass, one pitcher of water, and...

A sugar pill. Marisa doesn't need ~~more~~ drugs in her system, a placebo should be enough. That, and Ciel's got her eyes. Maybe Marisa would complain if she was herself, but for this one occasion, she'll have to forgive it once she comes back to her senses.

Ciel already said she was coming, so after giving three knocks on the door and waiting for a few seconds, she'll be letting herself in. (...Huh, Marisa DID clean her room.) Carefully setting down the tray on the desk, she'll make her way to her bed and lean against the side of the mattress.]

When did this start, do you remember? [It's a bit cruel of a question, but she'd still like to determine the specifics. Is it all from that dump, or has Marisa also been experiencing headaches because of the truth? Granted, Ciel was able to walk away because somewhere, she knew. ...Would the real Marisa react like this too, if she had all her memories and was herself?

Mm, they're all pointless questions at the end of the day, yes, but still...]

...when I ran into Aunt Arcueid outside the Mayor's office. Something smelled bad, so we went and looked.

[She hugged the pillow tighter.]

He was d-dead. And there was a note that said he had failed to-- OW.

[Squeezing her eyes shut, Marisa grabbed at her head and her face paled even more.]

[She nods.]

Mm, I thought I saw you run out.

[Moving away briefly to pour a glass of water and taking the pill, Ciel'll come back to put it down on the nightstand before coming to rest a cool hand on Marisa's forehead.] ...A headache, right? I've been getting those a lot lately too, so you're not the only one. [She offers a faint and reassuring smile.] Try to stop thinking about the mayor, for one. Here. [Handing her the pill as she pulls away a little, she's ready to give Marisa the glass too after. The plan is to cast Suggestion once she's done downing the placebo and water; all Ciel needed was the briefest moment of eye contact. Hopefully this works...]

There was... made no sense... Like a horror movie...

[Marisa manages to sit up enough to take the pill and water, though she keeps her gaze down. She doesn't like feeling like this. In fact, she leans forward against Ciel. She is 'Mom' after all...]

'm'scared, Mom.

[This is

Still a bit... surreal, huh. But if Mayfield's forced her to acknowledge one thing, it's. Something like this, right? Their memories could be rewritten as many times as Zemekis liked, but in the end, it didn't do much to alter their personalities. So things like these... It's okay from time to time too, right?...

She had to fight down a twinge of amusement, still. Would the real Marisa be disgusted, if she's to remember this later? on]

And that's okay, you know. It's normal to feel scared when you don't know what's going on, or what may happen in the future.

[She'll let her, briefly brushing away the idle wonder of whom else Marisa might've clung onto that way, Patchouli set aside for obvious reasons.]

But take a deep breath, and don't let it get to you. Something is probably going to happen, soon. Do you get that feeling, even if you don't know what?

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[Marisa nods.]

Things don't make sense. Why is there-- Underneath--

[She tries to get up, pushing Ciel aside.] Gonna be sick again.

[Remember how Marisa can't handle gore, Ciel? Blood yes, but nor gore...]

Like I said, stop thinking about it. If you can't do it through that angle, try it from another direction. [Ignore the cryptic talk. --Ah no, Ciel doesn't really care if you throw up on her (is there even anything left, given your appetite of late and all that's happened), but don't you lose your balance now, young lady.] Should I go get a bowl just in case? [Rubbing a hand on Marisa's back slowly, now. Try to get it under control...]

[Marisa cares if she throws up on Ciel! She squeezes her eyes shut and makes herself swallow. The hand rubbing her back does help. After a couple seconds, she shakes her head. She doesn't need a bowl.]

Mom?

[She looks up.] What's happening?

[she looks back quietly, the rubbing motion doesn't stop.]

A lot of things or nothing at all, it depends on your perspective. [A beat.] Did you see the basement, by the way?

Yeah...

[She rubs her arms a little.]

...I don't go down there. Something about it... bothers me.

Can you pinpoint what? There has to be a reason. You like reading about magic, right? [Said so it could be taken as the fictional sense.] Do you believe in a sixth sense, Marisa?

Sixth Sense? No.

[She rubs her arms again.]

But... it bothers me cause I feel like I should know. About it. Down there. And bad things can happen down there if I touch anything without...

[Her hand went to her head again and she drew in a sharp breath of pain.] Don't think the medicine is working...

Hah... I see.

It would work for normal headaches, but your condition now is different. Let's backtrack a bit more, so stop thinking about what you think you should know. There's something down there that you're not sure about, right? Then if given the choice, would you want to know? Just 'yes' or 'no', don't go beyond that.

[It shouldn't trigger the headaches like this, at least, not as strongly. That method worked for her, if nothing else.]

[Marisa furrowed her brow in thought. Would she want to know if she could know? Altered memories did not change the core of who Marisa was. She had a goal and there was only one way to get to her goal, no matter what her altered memories would say. And that was through knowledge.]

...yes. Otherwise I can't... I can't-- [She winced in pain.] --beat her...

That's enough. [Her hand moves up to give the girl a soft squeeze on her shoulder.] So it's a yes, right? [Confirming...] You don't need to take it any farther than that.

Yeah... [Marisa nods again.]

[so far, so good.]

Okay. Now I know this is a bit random, but what do you think of the Post Officer?

[Given Marisa's past experience, she has an idea, but the ice had to be broken somehow.]

[Hello look of abject terror. In fact, her eyes dart toward her door where part of that one seal is visible beyond the posters covering it.]

[...Damn. That's a very visceral reaction. ~~Not unfamiliar, either.~~ She won't waste a moment to pull Marisa into her arms, hugging the girl closely with one hand resting gently and protectively on top of her head.]

...It's alright. It's just us, here. You're be fine, and you'll stay fine, okay?

Home, later afternoon of 11/8

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