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[Phone - an advertisement]

Homecoming's this weekend, right? So I'm gonna assume most of the girls have already gotten yourselves dates or are just going with friends. I figure you've all got dresses or have that pony making 'em. But what about the other stuff? The whole pretty package just ain't quite right without the finishing touches, ze.

"Now, Marisa, what the hell are you talking about?"

I'm talking about nails. Sure, the polish stuff in this place kinda sucks, but with the right skill, amazing things can still be done with it. I happen to have this skill; I can even do designs. So, the morning of Homecoming, I'll be available at my house - 1125 Taylor - to do your nails if you want. It's first-come, first-serve. I ain't doing appointments and it ain't free. Just bring either cash or booze in exchange. It'll totally be worth it, ze.

Also, when I say I'm not taking anyone else, I'm done. I got my own date to get ready for, you know, and she's more important than any of you.

[Action - 340 Brady (open to all residents - backdated to last Friday)]

[It occurred to Marisa, that she should actually ask Patchouli to Homecoming instead of just assuming she'd go along. Especially since the odds were Patchouli didn't want to go anywhere near a dance. But Marisa wanted to see her all dressed up and it'd be romantic and fun and... Hell, Marisa wanted to show her gorgeous girlfriend off.

So, she let herself into 340 Brady like always, set her broom against the wall and went to see if there were any cookies in the kitchen. She'd put together a plate of them and make some tea. Then she'd head on up to Patchy's room to ask her.]

[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.]

[Action - POST OFFICE]

[After weeks of suffering, Marisa was finally going to give back the magic she stole from the Post Office. With Patchouli waiting outside, the weakened witch heads inside.

What a sight she is - pale with dark, dark circles under her eyes, her hair limp, eyes bloodshot and dull. Marisa had lost a lot of weight and it showed with the way her clothes hung loose on her body and there was old dried blood covering her left forearm. She moved slowly as if walking was a struggle, which it was at this point.

The witch was so miserable and she chose Patchouli over the magic. Now she just had to give it back.

When Marisa reached the counter, she used it to support herself, leaning heavily on it. She didn't look at the Postman yet, but at her hands to see if the counter would crack or break like everything else she'd been touching did.]

[ooc: This post is specifically for interaction with the Postman. PM me if you wish to have your character interfere.]

[Phone]

[Marisa's not exactly sounding like herself today. In fact, she sounds a little freaked out though her voice is quiet.]

Um... What, uh... What happens when... ah. What happens when drones, um.... die?

[1125 Taylor (action)]

[Anyone passing by 1125 Taylor might notice the front door is half open and there sun reflects off of something thick and red dripping slowly down it.

[OOC WARNING: Marisa is now suffering the Postman's Curse for breaking into the post office. Any characters coming to 1125 Taylor may be subjected to bodily injury should they have physical contact with Marisa. PM me for more details if needed.]

[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.]

[Phone - Stage 2]

[There's a brief moment of silence where it sounds like someone is trying to talk but can't. And then there's a clearing of the throat.]

Well, I was going to try to talk about this in misdirections and stuff like that, but apparently I can't. Which sucks, cause now I've picked up the phone and might as well finish what I started.

Anyways... I don't really have a family. Yeah, I have parents back home - a father at least - but we don't get along. I haven't actually had a full conversation with my father in... years now? And I can't go fix things with him - too much water under the bridge and all, plus I think seeing me is just too painful for him. And I don't want to put him through it.

So I've lived on my own for years, watching family units of friends, allies and even nuisances and I get kinda jealous. Because I see something there that I want, but I can't ever have, 'cause I don't belong to anyone's family. I'm always on the outside looking in, pretending it doesn't bother me, pretending that I don't need stuff like that.

This place... it pisses me off so much if I think too much on it. It makes a mockery of all that with its false families and supposed ideal family values. It's like rubbing it in my face.

[a pause]

And just a friendly warning to those from my world: I will eventually get Master Spark back. Don't make me start a list, cause I've got paper out and ready.

[Action in the Residential Neighborhoods - Very Early Morning]

[It's way, way too early in the morning for anyone to be knocking on your door - especially when that person happens to be a teenage girl that looks half-asleep. The sun's just peeking over the horizon and yet, here she is knocking on your door. Will you answer?]

[Phone - Afternoon]

The Outside World's weird.

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Now that she's back in the atmosphere

with drops of Jupiter in her hair...

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