It was Golden Week, which meant that Dōjima had been celebrating accordingly.  With lots and lots of sake, and a few handwavey late nights.  She didn't actually have any upcoming plans, since they weren't holidays she normally cared about beyond the fact it was a week vacation.  Except... today was Kodomo no Hi.  Tango no Sekku.  Boy's Day.  And, ( Read more... )

After her morning of running errands and going to class, Yurika was stretched out on her bed, painting her nails as she got ready for the dance.  Today was going to be a lazy day, since she had big plans for tonight.

She had a fantastic dress, a hot date, she'd (hopefully) passed all her classes, and now there was a nice break before summer ( Read more... )

After coming back from her trip, Yurika had dropped her gun off at the weapons locker before stomping her way through the dorms and back up to her room.

The slam of her own door wasn't nearly as satisfying as she'd hoped, and did nothing to stop the tears that were threatening to overwhelm her.  Maybe she'd crawl under the blankets and just sleep ( Read more... )

Dōjima had listened to radio once she got up (late) this morning.

Dōjima was currently suppressing the desire to bang her head against the wall.

Red was an idiot.  Clearly, confronting her at work was giving Rikku 'time'.  Maybe she'd go throw a dictionary at his head later.  That might be amusing.

Firing off a quick text message to Rikku, she ( Read more... )

Last night  there had been a handwaved slumber-party, complete with fuzzy pjammas, movies, and popcorn.  It had been a blast, and Dōjima had fallen asleep against Romeo sometime during one of the movies.

Now, however, it was bright out.  Dōjima fully intended to stay snuggled under her blankets until the cartoons came on, but there was one small ( Read more... )

She must have read the letter a dozen times.  Deadpool.  He was with Rikku's Deadpool.  She wasn't quite sure if that increased his chances of making it back unharmed, or reduced them.  At least he had Ino from the gun club keeping an eye on him.

Shutting the door, she knelt down and pulled a box out from under her bed, pressing her hand against the ( Read more... )

In theory, Dōjima was studying her Italian.  She'd taken Aly-sensei's lesson from a few weeks ago about being able to communicate to heart, and had decided to improve on her rather shaky grasp of the language.

She's been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes.  Not so much with the processing ability right now.

[OOC:  For the other ( Read more... )

After class, Dōjima was streched out on her  bed, typing away quickly at her laptop.  Father Juliano and the rest of SOLOMON were expecting a status report, and it wouldn't do to keep them waiting.

Besides, the sooner she finished this, the sooner she could go back to texting Tōko about the local shopping,  the dance, and last night's date.

Daddy ( Read more... )

Between her shopping adventures earlier this week, and the upcoming date for Friday, Yurika was in a fabulous mood.  Which is why she was singing along, loudly, to her ipod as she flipped through fashion magazines with determination.  She has got to find something to wear.

[For a certain sibling!]