MISSION LOG
Title: Your Daily Fix
Characters: Renji and Rukia
Location: Future 7
Timeframe: Evening after the 'fix it' fiasco
Status: CLOSED
Warnings: Language [it's got RENJI, dudes], and um...well, more stuff later maybe....we'll add on if need be.
Rukia had been searching all over the ship for some time now....searching for some of her most prized possessions: her bunny...things.
For whatever reason, not yet disclosed to any of mankind, this particular Kuchiki had an eternal affection for the floppy-eared animals, something that bordered on an eccentric obsession, if you asked anyone who knew her well enough----which was to say anyone on Future 7.
"I don't ever take them out of my room though," she muttered to herself and a series of possible culprits passed her mind but she couldn't imagine even Ichigo or Renji being idiots enough to actually touch her things...much less move them.....much less her bunnies...because by default, that meant instant death for the guilty party----or something similar. Sighing, she put her hands on her hips and milled around a little more, peeking in the engine room, wandering to check the open quarters, the hall near the others' places....and finally ended up in the center of the ship, still quite bunny-less. Scowling, she figured she ought to ask someone at this point. But there weren't many people on the ship she cared to ask anything about...especially not....well....
...stupid ship, she thought darkly at the crew arrangements once again and went back to searching.
Characters: Renji and Rukia
Location: Future 7
Timeframe: Evening after the 'fix it' fiasco
Status: CLOSED
Warnings: Language [it's got RENJI, dudes], and um...well, more stuff later maybe....we'll add on if need be.
Rukia had been searching all over the ship for some time now....searching for some of her most prized possessions: her bunny...things.
For whatever reason, not yet disclosed to any of mankind, this particular Kuchiki had an eternal affection for the floppy-eared animals, something that bordered on an eccentric obsession, if you asked anyone who knew her well enough----which was to say anyone on Future 7.
"I don't ever take them out of my room though," she muttered to herself and a series of possible culprits passed her mind but she couldn't imagine even Ichigo or Renji being idiots enough to actually touch her things...much less move them.....much less her bunnies...because by default, that meant instant death for the guilty party----or something similar. Sighing, she put her hands on her hips and milled around a little more, peeking in the engine room, wandering to check the open quarters, the hall near the others' places....and finally ended up in the center of the ship, still quite bunny-less. Scowling, she figured she ought to ask someone at this point. But there weren't many people on the ship she cared to ask anything about...especially not....well....
...stupid ship, she thought darkly at the crew arrangements once again and went back to searching.