Setsuna was about two steps to being out the door and ready to head down to the salle for some training when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her shoulders suck and she let out a sigh. That's right. No training today. No training for possibly another week, at the earliest. She looked down at her right arm and glared at the bandages, because it ( Read more... )

Things didn't feel exactly right when Setsuna woke up this morning. Her head kind of hurt and she was feeling displaced, as if she'd lost most of a day for one reason or another ( Read more... )

And another morning occured when Setsuna found herself with a head that felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, a mouth that was drier than a desert, and someone else's arm around her. This time, though, she realized she didn't have a shirt, and actually wondered for a fleeting second if this was an improvement on the sitatuation ( Read more... )

With Ami's help after a nice night of thereputic after break-up karaoke and respectable drinking, Setsuna staggered into her room and giggled a little. She leaned on the frame of the door to support herself and smiled at her friend. //"Guess you should go check on Billy now, huh?"//

[[ clearly, for the drunk comrade, though roommate can wtf at ( Read more... )

There were still...three days left in what was quite definitely the worst week of Setsuna's life, and she was quite intent to spend the rest of it in her room, until that graduation thing that she should probably go to. She sat on her bed, legs tucked up against her with her chin resting on her knees, moping. No, meditating. That was it. She ( Read more... )

Setsuna hadn't really done much of anything all day, outside of classes and that disasterous meeting with Deadpool that was about as helpful as blind amputee on the battlefield (although, really, they could make for good shields...). Stilted metaphores aside, this left Setsuna on her bed all evening, into the night, just staring at the ceiling, ( Read more... )

Setsuna promptly crashed after Home Ec class; she was tired, sore, hungover, possibly traumatically distressed. She needed a freakin' nap. She woke up later that evening to lament the fact that not only had she now ruined her sleep schedual, but also a potentially really good friendship. Trying to recall up some of the key words from the boxes ( Read more... )

The lights in the rooms couldn't really be adjusted to be lowered, per say, but Setsuna had rigged up something on the ceiling to offer a little bit of dimming so that the mood fitted this sort of mediation better. She had cleared a space at the centre of the room (and arranged a few things slightly to better attribute to the mood), with low table ( Read more... )

Instinctually waking up early, because it was Wednesday, which meant a morning class and the desire to have a bit of time before hand for a quick morning excersize, Setsuna was a little surprised at first to find someone cuddled up next to her. A slow smile soon replaced her surprise as she remembered Ranma slipping in last night. She cuddled ( Read more... )

It was late, it was dark, and Setsuna, curled up against her pillow as if to compensate for the current lack of someone else there, had no trouble sleeping, catching up with all that she'd missed in the past few days, between flights, work, training, and trying to piece together this whole thing with Ami-chan ( Read more... )