It wasn't until she was done with her third shower that Momoko remembered she'd turned her phones off while on this assignment for Oracle. She growled at the purple glow that still stuck to her arm ("Stupid intergang weapons...") and reached for her cel to listen to her messages.

"Warren..."After half an hour of trying every way she had to contact ( Read more... )

She'd emptied every round she had into the Gone. Nothing. Not even the sound of impact ( Read more... )

Monday was a blur, really. Momoko spent a good deal of time just sitting and crying over Kuriko. And then Dinah. And then Kuriko again. And then Dinah some more, and then just for everyone. Finally she noticed that Ken hadn't been through the room even once to find out what was going on. A quick, if bleary-eyed, tour of the Lab showed he wasn't ( Read more... )

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... )