MHA #1 looked a bit like a crime scene. One that had been hit by a tornado ( 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... )

So, Rikku was in jail. This wasn't exactly anything new. Although the drunk tank wasn't technically jail, but close enough. Apparently, when you and your partner-in-crime got horribly wasted while clubbing and then decided to hunt vamps, that counted as "drunk and disorderly ( Read more... )

Owwwwwwwwwwwwww. OW.

Rikku's head was thumping and she was gonna puke.

Not gonna puke. Not gonna puke.

Maybe if she hid under her pillow, she wouldn't puke.

(for the one who lives there and has advil)

( Two minions, Aly, and an outbreak of Typhoid )

Okay, so Rikku was starting to get a little worried about the ankle-thing ( Read more... )

( a note, left on a mountie hat )