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[A cafe run by the robots from before? Why, what could ever go wrong? Lots, but let's check it out anyway. Down, sitting at one of the tables in the cafe is Alice. She knew better than to actually get anything, and hopes that won't bring about anything. She's just content with sitting there, looking at the robots and chatting with her guest.

Oh yes, she's not alone. She is joined by a shorter girl, with longer blonde hair and golden eyes. Likely more identified by her black and white witch clothes and hat. This is Marisa Kirisame, she was once here and left quite some time ago. Her skin does seem just a tiny bit off color, though. And she's wearing gloves for some odd reason. And if someone were to touch her face, they would find that it is not skin... but rather, something you would feel from a doll.

Alice is trying very hard to hide the fact she made, and is controlling, a life-sized doll of her best friend, that is no longer around, to take to a cafe to have a chat. She doesn't have problems. Really!]

[OOC: Despite being a doll, the Marisa doll will talk to others in an italicized way. The doll's body motions will be indistinguishable from a normal persons... but not from the real Marisa, as it's behavior and mannerisms are only mimicry based on Alice's attempts to try and act like Marisa.]