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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.]

Comments

[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.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I have no idea why he was doing it there. Lure in gullible people?

I don't even know why he still does it here. Everyone is told the first day they get here to not touch that shit, and he still delivers anyway.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

...no one told me.

[She's looking a little green now.]

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

. . . You haven't been drinking it, have you?

[ Not so much concern in her voice as an "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" tone. ]

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

If you had, you'd be dead and already learned your lesson.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

No... I normally only have milk once or twice a week. Now I know why there wasn't any in the house...

Guess that thing I live with is good for something other than threatening to stab me.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Is that a trend for people we get stuck with?

My "father" [ you can hear the quotes around that one ] is loud, annoying, and stupid.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I live with three drones and a talking goddamn pony. I don't wanna hear it.

At any rate, milk from the store is safe.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's Thor. He's a Norse god of thunder from the Outside World. I got him to punch a tree when he was claiming to be all powerful, yadda yadda yadda. It was funny. At least he won't try to murder you in your sleep.

Same with you and your talking pony, Theo.

I think I got the worse deal with the psychopathic alien insect thing.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Talking ponies and gods, huh? Hm. Those don't surprise me much.

But what exactly is an alien? Something like a monster?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Wait, Thor? As in really the Norse god? Christ. Are you sure?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Yup. Either he's the real thing or seriously thinks he is. Given this place, I'm inclined to think he really is.

And an alien is a being from another planet. Not really a monster, though some COULD be monsters.

[blastiagraphy.livejournal.com]

Hm, his ramblings make a bit more sense if he's actually a god. Not that that's saying much. And not that it makes him the least bit easier to deal with.