Hmmm. Sunday. Rikku was working on a letter to send. It was to Tseng, of all people, and she couldn't believe she was thinking about writing to him, but it really felt like she should. Unfortunately, her letter-writing mojo was pretty crappy today ( Read more... )

Okay, so it had been a long, messed-up kinda weekend -- the carnival, which rocked, and then the homecoming dance, catching up with old friends, and then everyone going insane -- not to mention some of her clandestine activities Monday -- but she and Reno were kinda better -- she thought -- and her roommate had totally bought her new earrings, ( Read more... )

Hey, it was a room. Rikku was going to plop her stuff down and trudge over to her bed.

Hey, it was a Petey, head-butting her. Peteys were good for that.

It had been a long, crazy weekend. Dragons, explosions, and rain. And then coming home again. Taking the guns back to Cable. Telling Deadpool. Going to classSo now all she had to do was stretch ( Read more... )

Rikku was sprawled on her bed, chewing a pen and composing a letter to Yuna. A way, way overdue letter to Yuna. Which was getting longer and longer and longer. See, this was a good reason not to stall on letters: they turned into massive thousand-page novels. At least, they did if you were Rikku and couldn't ever shut up.

( Letter to Yuna )

So Rikku ... had had a pretty sweet weekend. Hanging out with mercs, and all sorts of interesting workshops, about fun things like C4 and weapons and being in the business as a good guy and dude. They were pretty cool people.

Then she'd met Reno's friend Rude and gotten a chopper ride and ... okay. She'd been kinda freaking out about the chopper ( Read more... )

( Wow, Reunion. )

( Rikku sucks at dealing with things, and decides not to )

Okay. She'd fed Fish, and Professor Skywalker had been amazing and was gonna help her break the news. She'd cried all over Dawn, and ranted a bit to Deadpool, and even yelled at some guy who was living in the church. She didn't even have any workshops today. Enough stalling ( Read more... )

Rikku was packing. A little slowly, as she was still a touch sore from her morning's exercise, but the opportunity had been too much fun to pass up.

Luckily you didn't need much for a week in Spira. She had her Godhand and her explosives, and new armor. Jude already had his. Pops was due in any time now, and she'd remembered to thank Jarod with ( Read more... )

Okay, so the truth was, Rikku probably wasn't going to be able to sleep. She was too keyed up.

Yunie. When she had asked Professor Deadpool about getting access to the Special Collections section of the library, she hadn't actually expected to find anything. And she hadn't found what she was looking for, exactly, but she might have found enough. ( Read more... )