Sunday Evening; Room 503, then doorway to 429.

[dojima_hime]

Yurika paced her room for about the five-hundredth time that evening.  Bored.  Bored and...something else.  For all that the island had just doubled in size, there were many days that she felt like she was trapped in a fishbowl.  There was nothing to do.

Snarling in frustration, she threw the door open and marched down the hallways, coming to a stop

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[raspberryturk]

Reno had been unpacking the few things he'd actually taken with him to the cabins. Some clothes, some booze, the ferret-- the essentials, really. He had been just about to unload Mako from his carrier when the banging and hollering combined nearly caused him to heave a heart attack and keel over right there on the spot.

It took him about two steps to get to the door, pull it open, and stare at Doji like maybe he was trying to figure out which building had exploded, or who was being held for ransom by terrorists.

....

"Uh?"

[dojima_hime]

"You." Dōjima leveled her finger at Reno imperiously. "Get your wallet, we're going out. Now."

She gave him a plaintive look. "Booooooooooooooooooooored."

[raspberryturk]

...

"Oh." Reno blinked, and then reached into his pocket. "Wallet's always there. And here I was thinking this was some sorta emergency, yo."

There was a pause for consideration, and then a smirk and a shrug.

"I guess it kinda is, huh?"

Bored Doji. That could be dangerous.

[dojima_hime]

"Completely," she replied, returning the smirk. "I'm in a Mood, and you're probably going to keep me from doing anything incredibly stupid."

"I need out," Dōjima said bluntly. "Out of here, off this island, somewhere that I do not need to twitter about my room like a lovesick girl hoping her boyfriend isn't doing anything stupid, like poking a Capulet with a stick."