Rikku was working on an e-mail. It was going to be epic, if she ever finished it. She had so much to update people on. The conference. Spira maybe behaving itself, for once. Coming to Gaia. Working for the WRO, with a guy who seemed nice enough even if he had a weird relationship with toy cats. At least her WRO outfit was supercuteShe was going to ( Read more... )

Things that Rikku hated: the temple at Kilika, New Yevonites, old Yevonites, Spira, people who insisted on trying to fight each other instead of maybe trying to get along for once in their stupid lives, and worst, having to hold all of that in while playing stupid freaking diplomat for a bunch of jerks ( Read more... )

She was mostly packed. Okay, she was totally packed, except for Petey, lying on the middle of her floor and burbling happily with one of his toys. But she liked calling it mostly packed, anyway. It sounded less final ( Read more... )

Rikku was organizing. Her room, that was. Everything in the known universe sucked, majorly, and nothing made any sense, and saving the world: that still sucked pretty hardcore. She couldn't organize any of that -- to be honest, she didn't understand half of it. (Like ... why she'd woken up alone at the clinic. Reno left?) And some of it she didn't ( Read more... )

Amazingly enough, after a weekend of zipping around like a super-deformed chibi sort of five-year-old who was also some variety of superhero -- after all, she and her sister had nearly thwarted that weird cat-lady, and had totally intimidated the, uh, cape-wearing duck -- Rikku's first thought was not "I am never showing my face again." Or even " ( Read more... )

Oh boy! It was morning again! Bubbles loved mornings. And sunshine, and coloring books, and Octi ( Read more... )

Rikku was in her room, reading a letter she'd gotten from Lulu. Okay, so ... things were bad, but not too bad, but still pretty bad. GreatMaybe she should clear her weekend and head in to Spira to see if she could help, any. At least she could make sure Yuna was in good spirits ( Read more... )

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 crazy kinda week. The whole, there's a weird island here, and then Romeo got shot and that had been terrifying but he was okay, and that was what mattered. That and that she'd got to punch the Tybalt guy a few times while helping Cable and everyone else blow some stuff up.

And then everyone had switched genders except her, ( Read more... )

Okay, so, Rikku had finally moved into her cabin. Hooray, cabins! And now she had a chocobo in her lap, and it was kwehing at her and pthhhhbbting and awwww. Way too cute.

She had to use this for evil. It was like a law.

( Good thing she had Rude's phone number... )