The nightmare started out as the usual kind: Momoko walking down the streets of the city, any city, every city... except everyone is gone and all over the city streets are scrawls in paint, blood, or ash, "Where are you Blossom?" "Why did you leave?" "Save us" "We are dying" and more. She sees tattered clothes on lines, drapes fluttering through ( Read more... )

Momoko had called on Friday morning to tell Jaime that she was going to be late coming home this weekend due to a last minute job from Oracle. It was an easy one, she'd assured him ( Read more... )

"/No. By the time I got home he'd pretty much calmed back down and mom was the one upset. You totally need to explain things better, Nee-chan./" Kuriko made her sister's old Hyper Blossom doll do a cartwheel, landing a kick squarely in the chest of a Ted Kord Blue Beetle action figure. "'Ah! I've been defeated ( Read more... )

Momoko sighed and checked her watch again. "I don't understand why I have to keep going over it, officer ( Read more... )

For anyone who may be excitedly looking forward to getting invitations to Momoko's graduation from college? Well, you were probably receiving the mass whine email she was sending out...

It wasn't lengthy like the one she was sending to her parents or the Reyes', but it got her point across...


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As soon as Momoko reached Bordertown, she had two priorities. After she finished the first very urgent one, ahem, the second was to contact Portalocity and get home! Hearing a portal could be diverted for her in three minutes if she was waiting near the docks, she agreed and took off running ( Read more... )

Apparently the duty officer that had assigned the young man to 'interview the landlady of the missing woman' had failed to inform him that Mrs Wilson was not your normal citizen ( Read more... )

No serious crimes, no dangerous conditions putting people at risk, no rumblings of Intergang activity or assignments from Oracle. Latest word from Phoenix was, well, not urgently requiring her attendance, she had no shift at the cafe, and, most unusual of all, no homework ( Read more... )

"Many believe flamenco to be the invention of the gypsies, and although they have been the main protagonists of the art, they are not its sole creators," Momoko read from her text. "Numerous bands of gypsies descending on the small villages and towns, bringing with them their exciting, seductive music- flamenco ( Read more... )

"Why are you still here, young lady ( Read more... )