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]

It was a few hours later that Yurika walked out of the Tokyo police station that dealt with immigration cases, getting into her car and pulling out her earpiece.

( Oh, Michael? It's me. )

Robin had not been the target; this had not been a Hunt.

[OOC: More from 1.15, "Time to Say Goodbye." NFB, NFI, OOC=OK!]

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."]

In retrospect, the whole thing had started off absolutely fascinating. And it still was, in a morbid sort of way, but after two days of no sleep and less food, it had crossed the line from weird-but-cool to weird-and-creepy.

Yurika had gotten one of the four a.m. phone calls that were starting to become so common, but instead of turning it off and going back to bed, she'd actually made it into the office by 5:30, fighting her way through Tokyo morning traffic. She'd apparently just missed being sent out with the field team, but Yurika was still glad she'd gone in. Otherwise she would have missed out on a case worth working.

( An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun )

Which brought her to now. Yurika had just stumbled in the door to the apartment, not even bothering to get her shoes off before finding the couch and sprawling out in an inelegant tangle of limbs. Ugh. She was starving, but food was totally unappetizing after, well, burning human flesh. And to top it all off, she wasn't quite sure what day it was.

And then the damn phone rang again. Miho's ringtone, which meant she shouldn't ignore it.

Yurika flipped the phone open. "Moshi moshi," she sighed. "What's up, Karasuma?" There was a pause. "He WHAT?"

"No, no, just. I mean, how many people turn into dust? Are we sure they aren't pulling one over on us?"

"No, I don't trust the men in strange suits who edge away from me and act like I'm contagious. I'm a Hunter and a Seed, not a mass murderer."

"Eh? Miho! Ikezu sen toitee na! That's not nice! It's not my fault the delivery boy won't come to the office anymore! If Sakaki hadn't...."

"Haaaaaaai. I'll see you later." Yurika flipped the phone closed again with a sigh and flopped backwards. If the phone rang at four in the morning ever again, she was ignoring it.



[Dialogue taken & twisted from episode 1.03, Dancing in Darkness. Open for boyfriend, calls, texts, etc after the phone conversation with Miho.]

One of the more entertaining side-effects of this, Dōjima had decided, was the ability to call into work pretending to be her father and inform the Chief that "Dōjima wouldn't be in today," and not get yelled at or threatened with firing. Not that he could fire her, but it was nice not to need to hear the tirade again.

Now she had an entire day to go over old case files she'd swiped from the office, a nice big cup of tea, and was totally ready to be Super Spy Girl, and start looking for inconsistencies in case data.

...after this game of Wii Baseball. Honest. Dōjima wanted to see if being a boy changed her score at all.


[Yeah, I can't help myself. Open for calls, texts, boyfriend, etc.]

It was quarter after eleven when Dōjima came sauntering into work, blowing the doorman a kiss as he laughed and made her way up to the fourth floor, singing the latest top-ten hit loudly and mildly off-key.

"Dōjima!" Cue one very short, balding man, planting himself in her path and absolutely fuming "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Hai!" she saluted, taking out her cell phone to check. "Eleven-ish. Wow, Chief, you better cut back on the coffee. You're looking awfully stressed out for this early in the morning!"

Karasuma and Kate-sama were doing their best not to laugh, Amon was glaring as if he could kill her with his emo brain, Michael was outright snickering, and the New Kid was staring as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

He probably couldn't, especially considering how cute her miniskirt was today. It was Romeo's favorite, after all.

"And HOW many times do I have to tell you to dress appropriately for work? This is a law-enforcement agency, young lady, not a club! Your image reflects upon the work of the STN-J, and -- "

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai!" she replied, cutting him off mid-rant as she waltzed over to her desk, tossing her purse on the chair and starting to rummage in a drawer as Kosaka sputtered and fumed. "Come on people, you've got five to get in your lunch orders from Harry's, my treat."

"And grab your coat, New Kid. You're on pick-up duty with me."

"Ano, my name is Sakaki..."

"That's nice. Shake it, Newbie!"

Some days, Dōjima really, really, loved her job.

[OOC: And lo, the canon-catch up begins. Open for texts, phone calls, etc, anything that will help Dōjima annoy her coworkers.]

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!]

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.]

It was nice, to sometimes be able to slip away for a bit of shopping on her own. Dōjima hummed to herself as she sipped at the latte, her bags of purchases piled around her feet. Some days, it was good being a princess.

( Go tell that long-tongue liar, go and tell that midnight rider... )




[OOC: NFB and NFI due to distance. Pre-played with the ever-awesome iseewhatyoumean, who I love like pie!]

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!]