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]

There had been an Inquisitor, sent from Rome, in Tokyo. Zaizen had, of course, ordered the Chief to keep all Hunters and support staff away from the man, except for Robin and Amon, who were to be his escort. Karasuma and Sakaki were sent out to bring in the subject. Ditzy Dōjima, of course, was sent to investigate other Witch sightings and scope out some locations, keeping her loud-mouth as far from the Inquisitor from Headquarters as possible.

Which was perfectly fine with Yurika, as she had no desire to get anywhere near someone from Headquarters who could possibly ID her as one of Juliano's operatives.

It had apparently gone as well as could be expected, although a Hunt order had soon been served on the man the Inquisitor had supposedly been sent to appraise as a potential Hunter. More disturbing was the fact that the priest had apparently been Robin-chan's Inquisitor, and Yurika knew damn well that there was no such thing as coincidence when Juliano was involved.

Things had gone back to normal after that, or at least as normal as they ever were at the STN-J. Dōjima was still looking for her slippery-Witch target, one she was beginning to doubt existed, and so she'd brought along a friend. Or, rather, a boyfriend. On her investigation. In her defense, it made her look less like a cop, and more like someone's worried sister looking for a family member. But even Hunters and their assistants needed to eat, and eventually they'd headed back to the STN-J, where there was usually take-out from Harry's laying around.

[OOC: For That Boy, but open for calls and texts, sure. Text and plot cribbed from episodes 13 & 14: "The Eyes of Truth" and "Loaded Guns."]

Normally it would be a bit early in the season, but Hanami was almost in full-swing at Ueno Onshi Koen, and Yurika couldn't pass up the chance for a picnic. She'd even put on her favorite blue sakura-patterned yukata for the occasion.

"The night-viewing won't start for another few days," she said to her companions as she spread out the blanket. "But the cherry blossoms are already off to a good start, ne?"

[OOC: For the boy and the blonde ninja!]

It had started out like any other Wednesday morning at the STN:J, complete with a missing Dōjima, who hadn't even bothered to show up for last night's Hunt. Sakaki was still sulking, much to Karasuma's amusement and frustration, and morale around the office was decidedly low, Kate's absence hanging over them like a shadow.

( 'Dōjima still isn't here.' 'We can't do anything about it, she's special.' )


[OOC: And so starts the televised canon, albeit a few months later than I planned. Sections of dialogue shamelessly cribbed from 1.01 Replacement. Totally open for phonecalls, texts, etc.]

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.]

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.]

After the adventure that was last night's fire drill, Yurika had put Alea back in 503 before making herself comfortable for the rest of the night in 502.

A few hours later she slipped out to sneak down to the common room, returning quickly with breakfast; coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, jam, and a single red rose.

Hopefully this was going to go better than the last time they did breakfast in bed.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she teased quietly, brushing the hair back from his face. "Sun's already up, your breakfast is getting cold, and I have class first period."


[OOC: For the one. 502 and its occupant modded with permissions!]

The club was already packed, the young and beautiful population of Tokyo out to drink and dance the night away.

It had been chosen as a meeting place due to its central location, but it wasn't hard to see why it was one of Dōjima's favorite hangouts.

[OOC: For the three chillin' in Tokyo, OCD in-progress. NFB due to distance. And I'm done spamming your flists! WOO!]

The warehouse they had tracked the Amano family to had clearly been abandoned for a long time, with its badly broken windows, leaking roof, and sagging doors.

Dōjima lowered her binoculars and sighed. "Can't see a thing," she complained, "Too many boxes in the way. I'm open to suggestions, people."

( Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand )

( Working in the dark against your fellow man )

( But as sure as God made black and white )

( What's done in the dark will be brought to the light. )


[OOC: Warning: NWS due to extreme violence and disturbing imagery. Pre-played with the ever-awesome fair_montague, raspberryturk, the_merriest, and sorella_vecchi. NFI & NFB due to distance, OOC = Love. ETA: OMG, there were no spelling errors or wrong pictures up. Ever. Nope. *waves hands*]