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 ( 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... )

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 ( 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... )

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... )

Her hair was in curlers, her dress was hanging on her closet door, and Dōjima was learning about the logistic impossibilities of trying to paint your nails when you own a very inquisitive cat.

"Alea! Cats do not eat nail polish!"

[OOC: Open door and post be open!]

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, ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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... )

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 )