008 ~*~ At least she can't drink and fly...

[notsogreatwall]

[ Action : Olney's Tavern : Open ]
[ If you're a regular at the bar, you might notice a new sigth in one of the stools. A tall red-haired Chinese woman in a plain green dress is making herself right at home, even if the drone workers don't particularly care about serving her anything other than weak, fruity, feminine drinks

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[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa hasn't been seen for over a week now. Not even a hint of her since a few days after that phone call about the dead drone. She wouldn't have bothered with this, except the sound of that key constantly trying to open the door has grated on her nerves and the whispers from her curse refused to let her keep ignoring it.

But no... no, she couldn't just answer the door. Instead, she pokes her head out her window - the glass in it broke days ago - to call down.]

Go home.

[Her voice is raspy and strained, dark circles under her eyes and she's very pale. Almost like she's sick...]

[notsogreatwall]

I'm trying! [ Comes the somewhat sluggish reply. Meiling is kneeling on the doormat now, one hand on the door, the other caaaarefully navigating the key toward the lock with a critical eye on it. ] Come on... stupid... thing...

[adropofjupiter]

You don't live with me, China. Go home.

[notsogreatwall]

[ She looks up. ] ...huh? Who're you? [ Squinting at the blond. ]

[adropofjupiter]

It's Marisa, ze. GO HOME.

[notsogreatwall]

[ Processing. Processing... ]

Oh no! [ Standing, she points up dramatically. ] You stole into our house and changed the locks, didn't you! Didn't I tell you before to stop causing us trouble?! [ Back home, sure, but her thoughts are more than a bit muddled. ]

[adropofjupiter]

...do you even listen to yourself sometimes?

This is Taylor Road, ze.

[notsogreatwall]

Of course I do, I'm not deaf, and I can hear everything I say!

[ Blink. ] ...it's what? [ A quick look around. No real plants to speak of, and the number on the door is all wrong. ] I'm where?

[adropofjupiter]

Then you're stupider than I'd orriginally thought. This is 1125 Taylor, ze. Go home before I have to call Patchy.

[notsogreatwall]

I'm not - hic! - stupid...

[ Then some panic creeps into her voice. ] P-please don't tell where I am. I don't... I can't go back there...

[adropofjupiter]

[...]

What did you do?

[notsogreatwall]

[ Wobbly, she steps back so she doesn't have to crane her neck as much to look up. ] I didn't do anything 'cept get tired of everything.

[adropofjupiter]

Then why are you afraid to go back home?

[There's an odd edge to Marisa's voice. Almost dangerous...]

[notsogreatwall]

Everything's just... wrong.

[adropofjupiter]

No shit, China.

[You're drunk and trying to get in her house, therefore she's refusing to use your real name. Deal with it.]

Be more specific. Don't make me come down there.

[notsogreatwall]

I HAVE A NAME! [ Does she care if she alerts the neighbors? Not really. Her voice is strong, but desperate. ] Even here, I still have it -- my name and my pride!