The room looked empty. It wasn't of course; Spock's things were still there, but all of Momoko's posters were down, her books and action figures and DVDs were gone, her desk was empty. Moshi, his carrier and a couple of carry-on bags were all that were left. Even the aquarium and her monstrously ugly AWESOME pink bookshelf had been packed up and ( Read more... )

Momoko had found all the shoes that Scully-puppy - and Moshi, she was sure he was involved somehow! - had chewed on and was currently sitting on the floor trying to decide if any of them could be saved. The pile of ruined shoes (and apparently a boot, three socks, a paperback, and an oversize Galaxy Quest commemorative button that she didn't ( Read more... )

Momoko came out of the bathroom, scrubbing her hair with a towel. "I still don't get it. They're frogs! How can it be so difficult to feed them? How can I end up covered in jello from trying to feed some totally cute magic frogs? They can't hate me, right? They barely even know me! That's totally not possible, right ( Read more... )

Momoko was in her room feeling MUCH better for her mini emergency vacation to Dinah's, despite all that happened.

But she was back to her normal self, as much as she could be. And was currently trying not to think of all the people she had to apologize to while catching up on Radio and playing laser light chase with Moshi.

[door is cracked ( Read more... )

Sunday had seen Momoko escape from Jaime's room and spend the rest of the day hiding in hers. She didn't want to be around anyone. Even if she wasn't going to harm them anymore.

She'd hunted people, squirrels, alots, deer... and eaten them. Bloodily. Happily. She'd thought it fun!

She'd wanted to kill JaimeMomoko spent a good deal of Sunday ( Read more... )

"EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ( Read more... )

Momoko was in her room worried worried worried.

The scratches and bites from the totallynotaflamingo thing yesterday had not only lasted through transforming back to Momoko, but they were still there now. And they still hurt! It was like she wasn't healing, or at least not as fast as she usually did ( Read more... )

Today Momoko turned nineteen. And she was, as she somehow had every birthday since arriving at Fandom, celebrating it totally lonely alone.

This year, though, she'd decided to spend it off island... She'd seen the ruins, and now she wanted to see how different Atlantis looked when it was 'living ( Read more... )

Momoko had spent the first day with Spock in the bathtub with all the salt she could find. But looking up kabutogani ('horseshoe crab'? English was so weird) and how to take care of them, everything seemed to talk about getting a tank and letting them burrow! And really, she didn't want to think about putting enough sand in the tub that he could do ( Read more... )

Momoko woke quite a bit later than usual today, stretching lazily.

Except her hand, reaching up, managed to hit something that felt totally weird. Her... hair? She reached for a lock to pull it forward... or try to. A whole section came forward, likely due to the massive amount of hairspray she could feel was in it.

"Oh my gyawd! Like, what ( Read more... )