Wreck it Down

Dōjima 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.]

It was a beautiful day outside, so Dōjima had propped the door and windows of her room wide-open as she worked. She had two cardboard boxes set out on her bed; one labeled 'Rikku' and the other one 'Reno', and she was currently attempting to see how many packets of ramen she could fit into Reno's box. Any packing of her own was being studiously ignored; school wasn't over yet, and Rikku and Reno were much more important.

And with Reno, it wasn't like she trusted him to remember to eat. Besides, there was an awesome recipie tucked in there, along with the dehydrated bacon, and some horrible horrible eye-searing romance novels.

Rikku's box was, admittedly, bigger, due to multiple birthday gifts that needed to be sent to Spira. She hadn't called her friend, since she hadn't been sure how dates matched up between the worlds and the player was AFK that night, and if Rikku had picked up the phone, Yurika probably would have yelled at her for not being out living it up.

Sometimes, Dōjima was a very bad friend. But only in the best ways.

[Door and post are open! ETA: (un)Shockingly, thread with Romeo went NWS.]

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.]

Dōjima spent a good part of her afternoon going around the island putting up posters for tomorrow. And grumbling. About certain partners-in-crime that weren't out here helping her. He so owed her a drink for this. Maybe two.

This was going to be fun.


[OOC: Posted here as to not spam town and dorms. Yes, they're at it again. Establishy, but open if you want to react to the posters or ask Dōjima a question.]

By the time they had arrived last night, it had been a very long day. They had secured a very posh two-bedroom suite at one of the more exclusive hotels by waving Dōjima's credit-card at the front desk clerk, and now the false-dawn of the bright city lights was being threatened by the first rays of the true sun.

Welcome to Tokyo.

( And now I just try to find some hope to try and hold onto. But it starts again, it'll never end... )

[OOC: As usual, pre-played with the creative team of raspberryturk, the_merriest, and fair_montague. NFI, NFB, OOC A-OK.]

The portal deposited them in a nice waiting room, with tall windows and marble floors, and a young nun seated at the desk on the opposite wall who did not seem too terribly surprised to see them.

( He called my name and my heart stood still )


[OOC: NFI & NFB due to distance. Pre-played with the totes fantastic cast of fair_montague, raspberryturk, and the_merriest, with sorella_vecchia guest-starring as father_juliano.]

So she wasn't the greatest artist ever.  It didn't really matter, because she could wield a mean marker!  Dōjima grinned as she went about putting up her posters, making sure they were securely hung. 

Screw invasions and World-Ending and all that nonsense.  She and Reno had a public service to perform. 

Not Dirty.


[OOC:  Estabishly, but open if you want to encounter her putting up the posters.]

Yurika paced her room for about the five-hundredth time that evening.  Bored.  Bored and...something else.  For all that the island had just doubled in size, there were many days that she felt like she was trapped in a fishbowl.  There was nothing to do.

Snarling in frustration, she threw the door open and marched down the hallways, coming to a stop outside of room 429 and banging on the door.  "RED!" 

[OOC:  For the one.  Up early for SP love, and door to 429 modded with permissions of its owner.]

It was cold.  There was snow.  In July.

Rikku and Dōjima greatly disapproved of this situation, even with cute penguins. 

Which was probably why they had grabbed a portal and gone back to Paris, with the intention of seeing exactly how much damage they could inflict on the shopping districts with some quality Girl Time. 

Pity the poor shopgirls.

"Ano, Rikku," Dōjima said, grinning as she flipped through the rack, "What do you think, black or pink?"

[OOC:  Rikku modded with permissions, and post locked to the other members of the posse.  Up early for SP Justice!  NFB due to distance, some (most) links may be NWS.  It's the girls shopping.  RUN IN FEAR.]

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.]