>"I'm about as confused as you are. That box is one of two issues I'd like to tidy up before escorting you to Eintei, though I'll save that one for second. Excuse me."
>Leave Marisa a note about the situation in case she recovers while we're out: That we know there's been a probable bodyswap, and that we're at Eintei helping out Patchouli's brother and his familiar. And maybe exacting further vengeance on the bodysnatcher. Do we have a way to leave her something to contact us with while we're out so we can know her situation?
> You excuse yourself to write the note
which never got read. You and Marisa have the Beacon spellcards handy, so you can at least track each other, but you don't have a way to communicate with each other over such distances. Man, if only you had like...A phone or something. Oh well, this shouldn't take long anyways! These
INCIDENTS never take more than a day or two to solve! Surely, Medicine will realize her mistake and willingly hand Marisa's body back once you apply enough pressure.
>Gather up a good part of the arsenal. Though... automated defenses at home are probably worth leaving active, in case Medicine returns before Marisa recovers.
> On that note, you proceed to arm yourself with the usual INCIDENT-solving stuff: the dolls, the spellcards, weapons-on-wires, etc. You also prep some LASER PROTECTION SPELLCARDS in the event that Medicine decides to go full-power again.
> While you're doing this, the package is hopping and bopping around like a hyperactive inaba downstairs. You can hear Monarda try and wrangle the object: "Now now, stop...You're not supposed to--OW! That was my foot! You little wanker...No, no, stop--OH GODS!"
> There's a moment of silence as you hear something hit the ground with a loud THUMP.
> "Whew, nice catch, that...This is some really fine china--OH, BUGGER!"
> More crashing and clacking noises can be heard, but you don't hear anything breaking. You come back down to see Monarda in the kitchen, catching and holding some dislodged dishes with a levitation spell. The package itself is bumping around under kitchen table in a frantic fashion.
> "Don't mind me, I've got this under control!" Monarda says, a strained look on his face. "Mostly."
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