*The webcam comes up at all the interesting noises. The dust in gone from everything but the webcam lens. EMako is rummaging through her pantry. At this angle, all you can see are bottles and scantily clad Jupiter ass ( Read more... )

Emako walks in the door, shuddering at the dust. Just inside the door, she sees a note, hastily scrawled. In a flash, EMako is out the door again.

[Scene: A sunny beach next to a sprawling city. An important-looking city is to one side in the bkgd. There are many, many people around. Most are wearing the Sailor Pluto fuku. Most look like Setsuna ( Read more... )

[Scene: Evil Mako's apartment. Everything is clean. Some of the dead plants have been cleared away and replaced with new, while the remaining are looking better. Various pots and pans in the kitchen are giving off a rather appitizing aroma (not that you can smell it :p). A painting of Sailor Jupiter is on the wall in the living room ( Read more... )

[The webcam, being sad and lonely, turns on for nothing better to do ( Read more... )

*The webcam, being curious, turns on when it hears the phone ring. EMako answers the phone, wearing a robe and towel drying her hair.*

"Moshi Moshi." *Grumpily, still trying to dry her hair*

"ET! Long time... what's wrong?"

( What do you mean I can't kill them )

The web cam, being of its’ own mind, clicks on to show an EMako unlike any EMako seen before. She is in a sexy little velvet number, so deep a green, it’s almost black. Her usual topknot is abandoned. In its place is an intricate twist. She is rummaging through a small handbag.

( Don't you just hate the morning after )

The web cam clicks on to show . . . chaos. Boxes, bubble wrap and Styrofoam pellets are seemingly everywhere. EMako is trying-futilely-to put the packaging materials into the boxes for easy disposal, but is only succeeding in getting them to cling to her arms and shirt.

( Read more... )

Kamis! We're getting as bad as the Outers about posting. Well, it's not like we haven't had much else to do. Between homework and our various significant others, we're lucky we have time to breathe, let alone write in a diary ( Read more... )

EMako looks up from the pot she’s scrubbing to glare first at the clock, then at the smouldering remains of a fry pan sitting on the range.

EMako: *Mutter grumble* never again *mutter* teaching Rei-chan *grumble mutter* learn to cook all on her *mutter grumble mutter* own *grumble grumble* Aoshi *mutter* five minutes *grumble mutter mutter*

( Rei-chan's just a bit tied up at the moment )