Now that she's back in the atmosphere

[A. Action 1125/1127 Taylor (Saturday Morning)]

[Marisa was heavy sleeper, but even she wasn't going to sleep through this. Bolting awake, knocking the rubble off of herself, Marisa stared wide-eyed at the devastation around her. She had only two thoughts right then: What they hell was going on and that she needed to get to Patchouli as fast as she could. So, she tried to call for her broom.

...nothing happened. Her brow furrowed and that's when she noticed it. Her magic was gone again. ALL OF IT. Her eyes widened even more. If her magic was gone, then so was Patchouli's. This was bad... very, very, bad. Patchouli was very sickly without her magic. With how hard breathing was for Marisa right then with the dust in the air, she couldn't imagine how hard it was for her girlfriend. So, she had to get to what was left of 340 Brady and hope to the gods that Patchouli was still alive. Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.

The witch picked through the remains and eventually found the stairs leading down. This was probably going to be the only time anyone was thankful she was such a packrat. So, she grabbed a beaten pack, tossed a few things from the basement into it, and grabbed a bed sheet, paint, shoelaces and a wooden pole. Once back up, she grabbed a few things from the wreckage before yelling next door.]

OI! CIEL! YOU ALIVE?


[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[With a pack slung over her shoulder and a bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole, Marisa appears to be on a mission. She's scraped up and there's a tear in the skirt of her dress, betraying dried blood on her leg and bringing attention to a bit of a limp. Determined though she is, she's not going to completely ignore any other living person she crosses paths with.]


[C. Saturday Night]

[It's dark, but someone is still traversing through the wreckage. With a dim, old flashlight in hand, and the bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole that she's -definitely- using for some support, Marisa continues to pick her way through the rubble.]

[Phone]

Damn UFOs are fast, ze. Like tengu-on-caffeine-overdose fast. How the hell am I gonna get the treasure if I can't catch 'em?


[Action - 5722 Cunningham Lane]

[After a while, Marisa decided that the only way she was going to get treasure from these UFOs was to find one of the aliens pretending to be someone and get it directly from them. Unfortunately, after failing to find any drone that was now an alien, she decided to talk to the one actual alien she knew that she liked.

Flying over to Feferi's hive house, she landed on the porch and let herself inside.]

Oi! Feferi!

Oi? What the shell kind of human greeting is that? [The tone of voice is different. Condescending, when she generally goes out of her way to be anything but.]
I suppose I'll indulge it this one time, Marisa.

It's my kinda greeting, ze. You'll get used to it. Everyone always does.

[Marisa doesn't think anything of the tone at first. A lot of people were on edge finding their friends had been replaced by doppelgangers. The witch didn't really care about that as all her important people were still themselves (as far as she knew), so the lack of treasure was much more on her mind than anything else.]

So, you're an alien. How do I find other ones?

I'm not everyguppy. I'm the - technically was, but that doesn't glubbing matter - heir to the throne back home. I don't have to get used to anyfin I don't feel like.

[This isn't 'on edge'. Feferi's acting completely opposite to how she normally would. Her normal answer? Call them up! Just ask for anybubbly from Alternia.]

Depends. Which caste are you looking for?

[Woah, woah, woah, Feferi is never like this. Is she one of them...? ANYWAYS, MIGHT AS WELL PUMP HER FOR INFORMATION BEFORE GETTING DOWN TO BUSINESS.]

The ones with the money or cool stuff? Treasure, ze~

Oh. So you mean Eridan and Vriska, seeing as how those two combined once had all the levels and all the booty there was to get. Then just use the audio hook and call then? [Her stuff? Not that she has it, but she has the sick loot back home.]

I'll remember that. What about you, ze? [Marisa's grin's slowly growing...]

...none of it's here. The town hasn't even given me back my normal body.

Heh. Funny you say that, ze. Since I know you ain't the real Feferi. [Marisa grabs the fake troll by the shoulders and starts shaking her.] Gimme your treasure! Where is it?

I so am! Who the shell else would I be? And I already said it's not here! [Have one wriggling fake!troll not doing so well at getting away.]

Cough it up! [Marisa continues to shake pod!Feferi as if it'll actually produce results and will continue until SOMETHING happens.]

[Marisa|pod!Feferi]