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Dōjima Yurika ([personal profile] dojima_hime) wrote2009-05-04 10:01 am

Room 503, Monday Morning.

Monday found Dōjima in her room, door open and music blaring as she worked on her packing. She wasn't leaving for good - not yet - but she had the 'letter' from her Father, ordering her back to Japan starting tomorrow for a week's orientation with the STN-J.

She was going to miss everyone leaving and the move to the cabins, dammit. If Yurika were a paranoid person, she'd think Father Juliano was doing this on purpose to try and alienate her from her friends.

Okay, so she was paranoid, and she did think that was a possibility. A rather strong possibility. Still, orders were orders, and therefore she was packing things into three sets; items for this trip, things that could be shipped home, and stuff for the cabins. It was just easier to deal with it all at once.



[Door & Post open, that she's packing is totes FB, any mention of sekkrit-agent-stuff or orders is NFB.]
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2009-05-04 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo came back to the dorms in a bit of a mood after seeing his father and Benvolio off to the airport. He'd handwavily begged off training with Arthur, and he still needed to open the shop.

"Packing already?" he asked, leaning in Yurika's door.
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[personal profile] intraspective 2009-05-04 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ino was well aware that people were leaving and stuff and was of the opinion that it all ought to be outlawed and had spent most of the weekend sulking in her room. (The fact that this was illogical as she ought to be spending more time with people who were leaving rather than sulking about the fact that they were leaving was quite elegantly ignored.) Ino had no need for that bit of logic.

She'd have to be a lot more bummed out about it though to miss the signs of someone, you know, packing when they were so close to her room.

"You're leaving?" she asked, dismayed.

[identity profile] multi-madrox.livejournal.com 2009-05-04 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
And there was the ever wistful Madrox at the door.

"Dojima. The time has come," he stated gravely, "for I must leave the island and become a seller of Squishies to an untapped market made up of teenage ninjas. I'm here to say goodbye. You may hug me now."