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[adropofjupiter]

[Action - afternoon POST OFFICE]

[Yes, Marisa had been told by a few people not to go to the post office. Never, ever go to the post office. BUT SHE HAD A PLAN!

Marisa was currently... invisible. Theo had been wonderful, casting the spell on her, and once confirmed, the witch and Rita headed for the post office. The plan was perfect. Rita would head inside, talk to the postman as a distraction, while Marisa used that time (and the open door the other girl provided her) to check out the back area.

It was a scouting mission, really. Marisa didn't have any intention of -taking- anything. So after a quick silence spell on herself (thanks to her recently restored lower magic), they set off to storm the castle. Only it wasn't a castle, but a post office, and less storming and more sneaking.

Yeah, that.]

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[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Rita scoffs at that. ]

Estelle's not here. I would know if-

[ Oh. She threw scissors.

That means she lost. ]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...I don't think it works that way, ze. I was here before, but I don't remember.

But let's open these at the same time.

[Marisa takes the package and rips it open, peering inside.]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Rita... actually looks rather concerned at that statement.

Still, she opens the envelope at the same time Marisa opens the package. ]

[mayfield-mods.livejournal.com]

[In a remarkable... coincidence(?), inside the package, Marisa will find something of her very own. It's her hat, and in just the same condition as she last saw it before coming to Mayfield.

As for the letter Rita opens, in it is a photograph of a mask. The ability that is absorbed into her is a strange but useful one depending on your intentions; whoever possessed it before was able to assume the identity of any other person, although the shapeshifting does not extend to animals.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa stares at the contents for a long moment before squeeing in delight.]

My hat!

[And now she's hugging the worn black witch hat with ribbon, frill and the star sewn onto it. How she loved her hat.]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

So that hat was yours, hm?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yup! [She's now plunking it on her head. Oh, it felt so good to have it back.]

Can't be a witch without a proper hat. Still missing my broom, though...

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

I think hats like that were worn by magic-users in old stories... but that's more of Estelle's forte.

But why would a magic-user need a broom?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Not a magic-user, ze - a witch. And to fly, of course!

So what's that mask on the card mean?

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

It's...

[ Rita tries to think of the best way to explain it. But... well, hey.

She concentrates on it... and... I guess she changes into Marisa. ]

It's like this.

...........Did it work?

/slides on in

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[It's been awhile since Marisa set off on her little mission, so Theo's coming by to see what happened.

When he turns the corner, there's two Marisas standing there.]

... The hell?

What, did you pick up a doppleganger at the post office?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Woah. It so did!

[She looks up, hat on her head, at Theo as he shows up and grins.]

Nope. Just Rita playing with her new power. [elbows the other Marisa lightly.] Now stop being me, ze.

...we're so going to have to steal Sakuya's knives using that.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ And the other Marisa turns back into Rita.

That was.. different. Definitely worth studying. ]

Who's Sakuya? [ And then she'll glance at Theo. ] And come to think of it, who are you?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[He looks to Rita. Well that was interesting.] The guy who cast that spell on her. [He cocks a thumb to Marisa, whom he speaks to next.] So you're alive and in one piece. He didn't notice you, I take it. And you found that ridiculous hat.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

My hat is not ridiculous... It's my hat! [Hands go to it protectively.]

And he's Theo. Theo - Rita. Rita - Theo.

[now that introductions are over, Marisa holds her arm up, where a bandage is, and proceeds to heal herself with her new spell.]

I thought he saw me for a moment, and there's a pre-set magic trap that activated - I think - but we got out. And I swiped us some cool powers.

...shit. I forgot to save one for you. I'm sorry, Theo.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

He can always have your hat.

[ Rita's not one for introductions, though. So that's as much acknowledgement as Theo's going to get. ]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Same on his end, really.] Yeah, I'll pass.

Well, whatever. I was more curious about anything we could use against the Postman or something. Any clues as to how and where this shit comes from.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No one is allowed to have my hat! [said melodramatically as if Rita had suggested she give up an arm.]

Best we managed to get was Westport. You ever heard of it?

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that was all he mentioned. . .

[ Well, that and... that Estelle was in Mayfield. ]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Westport? Yeah. I was there last year. They showed it on TV being full of people we all knew living happy drone lives. A road opened up to it, but it was a war-torn wasteland. Some people got stuck there for awhile, too.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Did... anyone come from there to here?

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

[ Waits for more info. Hey, it's not like she has anything to add. ]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

No. Everyone on that side was missing, or dead. But mostly it was empty. Only the hazmat men showed up a few days later, and the Milkman was there leaving usual poisoned deliveries.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Huh.

Whoa- wait! Poison? The hell is up with that milk guy?

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Hm. Somebody warned me about the milk delivered here.

I'm a bit surprised that he'd deliver to a place without anybody living in it.