It had started with the teleporter, but now half of the Walled City population was missing. The Chief was gone, so was Hattori, and SOLOMON didn't seem to know what Yurika was talking about when she called in, claiming that the STN-J had always been a branch without a civilian police liaison ( Read more... )

"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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Dōjima had spent most of the weekend fighting with her phone - with Moshi - before figuring out that the little brat had a phone of her own, and all Dōjima's calls and texts had been routed to that ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

After Triela had somehow got her up and moving, Dōjima found herself back in the dorms. Her room. Her bed. It almost didn't look familiar, even though it had only been a few days.

A quick handwaved shower to get the worst of the grime off, and she was curled up in bed, Six Soldiers playing on her laptop as the cat snuggled up next to her ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It was going to be one of those days, Dōjima could tell.

After finding a series of completely baffling messages on her voice mail, she returned the calls and left messages of her own. She then left another message for Romeo, before putting The Godfather in her laptop and sitting back to watch the movie while she waited for a response ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )