Hey, Dante! Do you want me coming to help you find Rubi?

[A slight pause, Mika's chewing her lip.]

Oh, and by the way, your not!girlfriend from home is here now. Thought I'd let you know. Try not to get shot in the face, okay?

((ooc: Backdated to Lady's arrival because sobsob I didn't think of this sooner))

[The phone is knocked to the floor and bounces, giving everyone a skewed view of someone bolting upright in bed, breathing heavily and looking around in a panic. A huff of disbelief escapes them, and they swing their legs over the side of the bed. The huff turns to a low chuckle, which slowly changes to derisive and almost hysterical laughter.]

I ( Read more... )

[When the feed comes on, Mika looks bedraggled but surprisingly healthy, if not exhausted.]

Deuce? Do we have any venison left? I know I brought most of it home. I think. I still have no idea how the heck I managed to take it down bare-handed...

I do have a set of bone knives, at least... I don't even know where to start.I swear I just dragged my ( Read more... )

[The phone drops, bouncing in some dead leaves and grass before it shows a tilted view of some trees, and part of a scuffle ( Read more... )

[The device falls out of her numb fingers as she drops to her knees, clutching her head.]

Nnnno--! I can smell the death here! The others--I--

[Her hands are shaking as she stares at the floor.]

My skull is trying to split open, what's going on?

[Dear Jigoku, guess what you get today.

A shrill, piercing, loud enough to wake the dead in twenty different levels of Hell scream as Mika practically leaps out of her skin.]

GET THEM OFF ME!

[The screaming will continue until the flea situation improves. Mika does not want the flea bath or the alternative ( Read more... )

You know, I can't say I'm exactly glad to have been here for a year, but this cake isn't so bad. Shockingly enough, I know.

Kinda makes up for not having any for my own birthday.

[Mika's in her bathroom, standing in front of the sink wearing a tank top with a pair of scissors held in her right hand with her foremost locks of hair trapped between the fingers of her left hand. She looks tired even as she begins to cut, and even as she starts to pull tufts of her undercoat out, it starts to become obvious that she's grown in a ( Read more... )

[The following is blamed entirely on Deuce and Dante. This is why Mika never shows anyone what she writes.]The dark one sits ( Read more... )

Well, I guess it could be worse. It's almost sad, I probably never would've realized what day it was if I hadn't gotten the poem. Not like it really matters anyway.

Next thing I know it'll be the end of March and I wouldn't have a clue.