Wreck it Down

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiichael~kun!" Dōjima was possibly throwing a tantrum that would make the most spoiled Kardashian proud. "Why haven't you gotten me the files on the teleporter yet? I asked for them yesterday, and I can't move forward with the case unless you upload them to my phone! I'm not some genius who can guess your passwords!"

( Dōjima, have you been in the coffee again? You know you're not supposed to have any. )

[OOC: NFB, NFI, OOC = LOVE]

Admittedly, Yurika was not a morning person, but there was really no excuse for an intelligence operative not to notice something like that, regardless of how early in the morning it was.

Luckily it didn't take her long to clue in, and she climbed back into bed as soon as she was off the phone, snuggling up with the other person occupying the space. "I'm calling in," she muttered, nuzzling at Romeo's neck. "You're sick."

"Mmmmmph?" Romeo was blissfully asleep, or almost. He turned to kiss her and tell her not to be silly, when he realized something was different. Good thing last year had given him an idea what it was.

"Am I a girl again?" he asked, without opening his eyes.

"Mmmm...not sure. Maybe I should check," she giggled, taking the opportunity to snuggle closer and kiss his (her) nose. It was a cute nose! "But yeah. Pretty sure you're a girl again, koibito-mine."

".... and you want to stay in bed." He opened an eye and looked down his body. "I think that's an excellent idea, love."

"Not necessarily!" she objected, pouting at him slightly that he would assume such a horrible thing. "We could go out. Later. Try that new seafood place down the block, and maybe go dancing..."

He was too cute to hide away, seriously.

"But later. Definitely later."

"Much later," Romeo agreed, and rolled over to kiss her. He only got to do this once a year, after all; he had to make the best of it.

It was only a little unfair she wasn't a boy this time.


[OOC: I NEEDED TO USE THIS ICON AGAIN, OKAY? Preplayed with the always-sexy withoutverona. NFB due to distance, NFI. Sure, you can try to call (and leave a message), but they are very much not picking up the phone today...]

Normally the events of the last few weeks would call for a round of drinking or dancing or some other mode of repression, but that would require going out, which wasn't happening.

There were other worthy, time-honored methods when it came to dealing with things like this, which is why Yurika went through the trouble of actually making Haikara udon earlier in the day. Still ramen, just - nicer.

Some things were sacred, darn it.

Which is why she was currently sprawled out on her floor, food set out on her desk and a movie queued up on her laptop as she waited for a certain redhead.

[Open door, open post! Thread with the Turk comes last, zoto.]

Reno had promised Dōjima dancing and drinking ages ago, and after the events of Monday, she had felt the need to call in her marker. Freaking zombies. They'd taken off right after her first period class, intent on a day (and night) full of reckless insanity. Neither of them had heard the radio report, or the rumors that were swirling about campus, and so had set off for a grand adventure.

Which is why they were both stumbling down the Causeway at some unholy hour of the morning, still high from their night out... somewhere. If pressed, it was doubtful if either of them would remember exactly where they'd been over the course of the day.

America was too confusing, dammit.

"C'est le malaise du moment, L'épidémie qui s'étend! La fête est finie on descend, les pensées qui glacent la raison!" Dōjima sang merrily, pulling on Reno's arm. "C'mon, Red, dance with me."

( In which a Turk and a Hunter bite off more than they can chew. )


[OOC: NFI, preplayed with the awesome raspberryturk, zoto. Up early, 'cause zombies are gonna eat my brain, and I work late tonight.]

It had not been a good weekend. 

Yurika had spent most of it hiding in her room, ignoring the world and radio around her as she tried to figure out what she was going to do. 

Now, however, she was staring at her test from Saturday, shaking it with a puzzled look on her face.  What had definately been a 'positive' sign was now, inexplicably, a 'zero'.  A second test also came up negative. 

Confused, feeling like a terrible person, and a wee-bit relieved, Yurika decided she was just going to stay in bed and hide.  All week.  At least that way she wouldn't have to see Juliet...


[OOC:  Door closed, post open, and Yurika still has no idea the rest of the island was insane too.]

Yurika looked at the glowing portal skeptically, tapping her fingers against her leg as she regarded it. "Ano, are you sure about this?" she asked, glancing over at her companion. "You don't have to come, you know. Everything's going to be fine."




[OOC: Preplayed with the ever-fantastic fair_montague, coding hand-holding instruction by the_merriest (who is pie!).  Establishy & NFI, as they're off to Japan for the weekend. See ya'll on Monday!]

Yurika lounged on the beach, watching Kaz and Seraphina playing near the water's edge. 

"So, do we have any theories about why we have two children running around?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Romeo.  "I'm rather sure I'd remember having a baby."


[OOC:  Looking for the other members of the posse, but the beach (and the entire crew) is open for your pinging pleasure.]