Room 503, Monday Morning.

[dojima_hime]

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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[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"Eh. They wouldn't really care about your age, as long as we behaved. Well, mostly behaved. One of the privileges of being me is that I get away with murder," she laughed. "Figuratively, not literally. As a Hunter, I am supposed to bring the suspect in alive whenever possible."

As a spy, well, the lines were a bit more murky.

[intraspective]

But of course.

"Taking alive is harder anyway," she said dryly. "And, really now, they'd have to catch me to scold me for being a bad bad little girl who pays far too much attention to her Onee-san's ideas."

Ino grinned. "It might even pass, with a lot of fast talking."

[dojima-hime.livejournal.com]

"You could totally pass as one of my cousins or a half-sibling," Dōjima agreed. "We wouldn't have to talk that fast, even if they did that catch us!"