005 ~*~ Of blood, sweat, and tears

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[ Toast was in the toaster, so it was time to fetch the mail! Meiling skipped out, humming tunelessly as she opened the box and pulled out... oh, that's quite a few letters. This was exciting!

She enters the house again, deposits what isn't for herself or Patchy on the coffee table, and then ascends the stairs. ] Miss Patchouli, we have mail! And breakfast will be done soon~

[ No, she didn't read the address or anything, and just slipped her not!daughter's letter under her door before making her way back into the main bedroom to get dressed. She mumbles to herself as she digs through the closet. ] --that's weird.

[ Meiling then calls back into the hall. ] Has anyone seen my cap? I know I can't wear it to work, but I like to have it on around the house!

((OOC: Action is closed to house-mates, but feel free to put any phone threads in here if you want!))

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-Patchouli, once more, just pushed past her.-

You all already left me once before. You, Sakuya, even Remi. I cannot rely on you or anyone else. Not here. I'm sorry...

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I-- [ It was like she was a swinging door. Like she wasn't even there. How can she be blamed for something she didn't remember? For actions of someone that she wasn't? ]

[ The more time she spends here, she greater the risk to Flandre was. She knew this. ] Come with me. Please. We have to find her! We're the only ones who can keep her safe. [ Patchy has to believe at least that much. ]

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I have something I need to do here.

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[ She took a deep breath, preparing to argue that point but... no, that would waste too much time. ]

--okay. [ Meiling walked over to the tools inside the garage and grabbed the long garden hoe. Turning the tip over on the concrete floor, and with a loud shout, she stomped her foot down on the apex of the curved metal arm that held the square end of the tool a few times. Once the square tip was pointing away from the shaft, instead of sitting at its normal angle, she set it over a shoulder and made her way back into the house and then out onto the street.

It would make a crude weapon, but it was better than nothing, and she had to hurry. Forgetting about pacing herself, she bolted out, leaped over the fence, and tore off down the street.

Hold on, Miss Flandre. I'm coming! I'll show you both what I can do! ]