Hey Milieux!

Who wants news? YOU want news!

Why else would you be watching...?

Lana was, as usual, behind the counter at The Divine Leaf, tending to Milieux's caffeine and carby needs, although Cally, it seems, came in for conversation rather then liquid crack. At another counter not so very far away, The Crystal Fox's counter, specifically, ( Read more... )

Fujiko sat on the floor near her bed, painting her toenails and chatting on her cell.

"They did? How many fingers? Jeez...uh-huh ...uh-huh... Well, that's what you get for fucking around with the Yakuza... Oh, he did? When? Oh, riiiiight... And, how is his mother?"

[Open!]

Incense was burning, Ravel was on the radio, and Fujiko was sunk up to her shoulders in scented bubbles.

She'd decided that if people insisted on remarking how quiet it was, she'd better enjoy it while it lasted.

So, she'd handwavily gone out, bought supplies and one of those neat little trays you could set across a tub and was now clicking away ( Read more... )

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