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... )

Blossom fell from the sky, the shock was so great. Luckily years of playing 'miss the ground' meant she recovered at the last second enough to at least soften her landing. On her behind. In the middle of the ocean ( Read more... )

Nothing was any clearer for Momoko this morning except the sky ( Read more... )

It was Sunday and Momoko was feeling rather lonely, despite finding out that Dinah wasn't mad at her, so she had grabbed her laptop and headed to the one place on the island where she felt most at home: The Cafe Fina ( Read more... )

Momoko was in her room, pacing and listening to her phone, obviously impatient. Finally, in a frustrated tone ( Read more... )

Saturday night, she'd had company, but tonight Francine hadn't come back. Which was fine, it didn't mean anything here. This place wasn't like the other. Her friend had probably just found an empty room somewhere and decided to use that instead. She was safe. No need to go looking for her ( Read more... )

Momoko totally hated writing letters but she missed her friends more, so she reached for her favourite stationary and settled on her bed.

Since she'd gotten to speak with Rikku earlier in the week, the letter to Warren was first. She could call him instead, but she didn't really know what the time zones were in anyone else's world but hers. What ( Read more... )

It was a good thing Momoko had no classes on Wednesday because her closet had obviously exploded all over her side of the room. And although it was because of something weird and it was due to her being at Fandom, it wasn't actual Fandom Weirdness, patent pending, that had her clothes flying in every direction. Her date with Warren was soon (!!) ( Read more... )

Momoko had fantasies about living in a world where the taps ran hot chocolate and other wonderful tasty things. But when you wanted to wash up it was really something of a bother ( Read more... )

It was getting to be a Sunday habit, but Momoko was hanging out in her room again. She lounged on her bed, eating the last of her Halloween candy, and flipping through some odd magazines. She occasionally glanced over at her laptop which was supposed to be downloading more episodes of the latest sentai sensation in this world's Japan ( Read more... )