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[adropofjupiter]

[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/

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[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling had a hard day yesterday. Everyone did. Today she was calm and today she got lucky and the only thing the milk made her feel was tired. A deep, overwhelming tiredness and numbness that she couldn't shake, no matter how many times she napped.

But still! Patchouli was out of her room and cleaning had to be done, and it was about the only thing she could do right now to take her mind off of nearly murdering her friend yesterday, after pulling her off their Mistress.

Of course there were books. There were books everywhere. But what she had latched on to, with her hand under the bed, didn't feel like a book this time. ]

--huh? [ Yoink! ]

[adropofjupiter]

!!

[Marisa hadn't expected to be pulled out by her foot from under the bed and gave a very pained squeak that turned into a coughing fit. The sudden motion had her too disoriented to even try to focus on whatever had her by the ankle.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ That someone was very tell, had very red hair, and very much let Marisa dangle upside-down for a long moment as she considered the shape of the person. A young woman. A young blond wom-- ] Oh. It's you.

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa reached out for the bed to steady herself, kind of glad her split lips wasn't bleeding anyone. With the witch being held upside-down, her hair hung down and the deep black, blue and purple bruises about her neck were clearly seen. her voice was hoarse, strained, and panicked.]

Put me down!

[notsogreatwall]

Okay. [ She brings a hand down behind Marisa's shoulder and lifts up at the same time as she's bringing that leg down. There is a brief moment where she's carrying her bridal style... before she drops her softly onto the bed. ]

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa never noticed the position; she just noticed the world righting itself. Then she looked up at Meiling, dried tear tracks on her face, dried blood on her split lip, and she immediately looked back down.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ She sits down heavily beside her, too tired to go through the usual "Intruder! Stop! How did you get in?" routine. Meiling's about all out of fucks to give, or so it sounds like... but she also realizes that Marisa is now important to Patchouli. ] You look bad. [ Thank you, Captain Obvious. ]

[adropofjupiter]

[She gestures to her neck.]

It hurts.

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling leans in closer. ] Looks like it. [ She frowns, now. ] You're going to worry her, looking like that.

[adropofjupiter]

I know, but... [She hates having to admit it, she really did.] ...I was scared and it's safe here.

[notsogreatwall]

I didn't see you come in. I could have hurt you. [ Meiling confesses rather openly. Not that she isn't usually open, but telling someone who is trying to find sanctuary that you would have beat them up isn't the best way to comfort them. ]

[adropofjupiter]

I know. But you wouldn't have killed me like him. You would've stopped.

[notsogreatwall]

She wouldn't forgive me. [ Not saying that's her only motivator, but the prime one. That and she hasn't killed someone in... she can't even think that far back right now. ] Who?

[adropofjupiter]

The alien I'm forced to live with.

[Meiling is close enough that she might be able to feel Marisa trembling.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ She almost manages to look surprised. ] A real alien? I only heard stories, so far.

[adropofjupiter]

Yeah, from another planet. Some kinda insect-alien. Psychotic asshole. [That terrifies Marisa.]