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dojima_himeDōjima was still a bit sulky that she hadn't been able to go back to Fandom this weekend. Father Juliano -- via her unnamed, unseen contact -- had expressly forbidden it for some reason. A reason that hadn't been shared with her.
Still, she was home now, a pile of files on previous Hunts spread out over the couch as Alea 'helped'. She was supposed to be looking for patterns.
Instead, she was dialing her phone, wanting to see what everyone else was up to tonight. Even if she had to be alone with her work tonight, the others could spare a few moments from their weekend to entertain her, right?
She had no idea.
[OOC: If you think your phone would ring? It so, so is.]
Still, she was home now, a pile of files on previous Hunts spread out over the couch as Alea 'helped'. She was supposed to be looking for patterns.
Instead, she was dialing her phone, wanting to see what everyone else was up to tonight. Even if she had to be alone with her work tonight, the others could spare a few moments from their weekend to entertain her, right?
She had no idea.
[OOC: If you think your phone would ring? It so, so is.]
