And another morning occured when Setsuna found herself with a head that felt like it was being squeezed in a vice, a mouth that was drier than a desert, and someone else's arm around her. This time, though, she realized she didn't have a shirt, and actually wondered for a fleeting second if this was an improvement on the sitatuation.

Then she came around. Of course it wasn't an improvement! Finding herself unable to really flail without disturbing Ami, Setsuna let out a small squeak and tried to think of if she could manage to slip away from her, ninja style, without disturbing her and then leave it at that.

Any other day, perhaps. With a killer hangover? No way...

"Uggh..." She had to stop doing this.

[[ for the slr_mercury an' roommate if'n he wants ]]

There were still...three days left in what was quite definitely the worst week of Setsuna's life, and she was quite intent to spend the rest of it in her room, until that graduation thing that she should probably go to. She sat on her bed, legs tucked up against her with her chin resting on her knees, moping. No, meditating. That was it. She was meditating.


[[ door is closed, but post, she is open ]]

By this point, Setsuna was realizing that all the Elders and sensei weren't around like they usually were, which meant she could have some fun instead of training!

Her idea of fun was training, but she was feeling a little tired and bruised from yesterday (and being up wayyyyyy past her bedtime working at the Nest), so she was belly-down on the floor in the middle of her room, with some parchment and scrolls, very, very carefully using her calligraphy brush to copy down Buddhist sayings to inspire and strengthen in recreating, like a good student does. Plus, she found it rather fun.


[[ open! though wont to bouts of inactivity or SP ]]

Setsuna woke up and gave a greeeeeat big stretch toward the sky, clicking her tongue a little in her mouth to get the icky morning taste out of it and glanced around, wondering what she was doing in such a big bed. Oh, well. Certainly no use in wasting time figuring it out. Maybe Elder Konoe had taken them somewhere for fun again and she'd just forgotten. She scrambled out of the bed carefully, padding over to the other side of the room to find her bokken. But she couldn't find it. Was it under the bed? Nope. Just her hair dye stuff an' contacts. Was it by the desk? Nope, not that she could reach much on top of it. Where could it be? She had to practise her morning forms! Hands on her hips, Setsuna let out a sigh, and then shrugged, and went to working on her morning forms without the bokken for now. Once she'd finished that, she could go find some breakfast and go looking for it.

But only after forms. Always had to start with forms. Always. It was the rule. It was how things were done.


[[ open, of course. ]]

Setsuna let out a small sigh as she leaned into her palm, propped up by her elbow on the desk as she idly clicked through a bunch of things Konoka had sent her about astrology and Mercury and the moon, none of which Setsuna was finding too terribly interesting, but knew she shoudl go through in case there was anything that Ami could use in there. Click, click, click. She glanced at her clock. Still some time to kill before Hunting, of which she wasn't too concerned about as far as finals go because, really, the class didn't offer her much that she didn't already know (it was 101, though, what did she expect? Not everyone had been hunting demons since they were ten...). It felt good to relax a little after her spar with Ami earlier that day, though.


[[ for kitty__fetish, but open if you want to fit in a visit. :) ]]

It was the sort of day that Setsuna felt like she should maybe go out for a flight (what? It wouldn't require her to use her shoulder at all), but she couldn't find the motivation and ended up drawing the curtains closed. She settled on her bed and made an attempt to perhaps studying for the upcoming finals next week; she should at least try do do decently on them, right? And the had some time to kill before she had to be at work. Sighing, she turned her focus toward her spy tech notes, because that was the class she probably needed the most work on.


[[ open; thread with apocalypsesoon locked to them, please, and the contents of which are to be NFB, but that they talked is okay ]]

Setsuna, laid out on her bed and doing the whole resting up the arm thing like she'd promised, sighed and looked at the oh-so-handwavey bottle of glitter she'd picked up when she stopped by at Turtle & Canary for some supplies to patch the shoulder up again. Didn't hurt to help support a good cause, right, like the girl who was selling it had said. She was feeling depressed; wasn't sure why, but she was, and idly, she sprinkled a little glitter on her hand and rubbed it in, holding it up to the light so that it would catch on all the sparklies. Sparklies made people feel better, right? Right.

She dropped her hand and stared at the ceiling some more.

And then started feeling a little strange, and then confused. What...was she doing here? Where was here? This wasn't the room at the bottom of the stairs at all. She wasn't wearing her habit, either. But this little skirt was kinda hot. She giggled a little, getting up from the bed and peeking her head out the door for a look at what was outside.

A hallway. The dorms! Oh! That must be it! She must have snuck into the dorms to go see John, probably to show him this cute outfit, and, well, with Remington staying at the church...

Somehow, Rosette knew where to go, sneaking quietly across the hallway so she didn't get caught, like a good ninja nun. She had had a lot of practise with the ninja thing lately.


[[ totally establishy for Setsuna's glitterficiation. Yes, I'm on crack. CRAAAACK. Oh, Setsuna thinking she's Rosette? Totally with permission, because, well...yeah. ]]

[[ I think I might need psychiatric help...]]

Staggering in through the door of her room, Setsuna threw her sachel into a corner and immediately crashed onto her bed. Her whole body ached. Even her insides seemed to ache and a tearless sob wrenched out of her the moment her face met her pillow. She breathed in deeply, if it carried within the scent of something comforting. She'd had...a very difficult day yesterday.

( Cut for violence and emo as only Setsuna can do )

She never found Von Hermann. She figured, as soon as he found out about the carnage she'd created, he realized he'd need more to stop her. Probably went back to Japan. Back to Japan while she wasn't there. Shit.

With her wound, Setsuna couldn't fly back, so the attempt to get back to Fandom with a big giant sword was an interesting one, but she'd finally done it, and here she was, trying to to cry over the pain of her shoulder. That bastard. She couldn't help but realize that, if Konoka had been there, like she was the last time she was stabbed like this, Setsuna wouldn't have suffered at all....



[[ and we have something I thought up yesterday to explain Setsuna's lack of opening the Nest yesterday due to my lack of computer access as well as some nice things to help pull her back toward Japan ]]


[[ post is defininately open! I have computer accesss! Wheee! ranma_sao is amazing and has let me borrow her laptop! *twirl!* ]]

Setsuna hadn't really done much of anything all day, outside of classes and that disasterous meeting with Deadpool that was about as helpful as blind amputee on the battlefield (although, really, they could make for good shields...). Stilted metaphores aside, this left Setsuna on her bed all evening, into the night, just staring at the ceiling, thinking.

Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe it was time to just go home to her Ojou-sama after all...

[[ expecitng slr_mercury but open. ]]

Setsuna promptly crashed after Home Ec class; she was tired, sore, hungover, possibly traumatically distressed. She needed a freakin' nap. She woke up later that evening to lament the fact that not only had she now ruined her sleep schedual, but also a potentially really good friendship. Trying to recall up some of the key words from the boxes of chocolates, Setsuna sat at her laptop, doing some research on the brand to find out exactly how much liquor was in that filling after all.

She'd forgotten about her instant messenger booting up automatically until suddenly got a little message box with a cheerful chime.

( Secchan! )

Promptly, Setsuna shut off her lap top. A few seconds later, her phone could be heard ringing over by her sachel. She ignored it, going back to her bed and pulling her pillow over her head to try to drown out the sound. She knew Konoka would be trying a few times, and the annoying ringtone was not helping with the way she was feeling right now at all....


[[ door closed, post is open, though I leave for the land of work and crappy computer very shortly. SP love and all that ]]

The lights in the rooms couldn't really be adjusted to be lowered, per say, but Setsuna had rigged up something on the ceiling to offer a little bit of dimming so that the mood fitted this sort of mediation better. She had cleared a space at the centre of the room (and arranged a few things slightly to better attribute to the mood), with low table with candles and incense. She drew in a deep breath. Very relaxing. Now all she needed was a girlcrush best friend to try to jar memories out of.


( Of Mercurial Meditations and a Kingdom on the Moon )

[[ preplayed with the fabulous slr_mercury; no IC interaction, but OOC welcome ]]

After the salle, Setsuna had taken a nice, long, cold shower and returned to her room still a little bug-eyed over what happened with Teddy. Fandom Weirdness TM was one thing; Teddy kissing her and thinking it was a good idea was something else entirely. It didn't even make sense! With a grunt, she dropped down, sitting on her bed, and then, after a moment longer of staring, dropped down on her pillow, draping an arm over her forehead. Because, seriously? What the hell?


[[technically open, though I have class and work, so great SP justice! \o/ Also, if anyone does visit, please do so before ranma_sao does ]]

Instinctually waking up early, because it was Wednesday, which meant a morning class and the desire to have a bit of time before hand for a quick morning excersize, Setsuna was a little surprised at first to find someone cuddled up next to her. A slow smile soon replaced her surprise as she remembered Ranma slipping in last night. She cuddled into him, deciding that perhaps she could skip excersize this morning.

...But Setsuna became away that the mass she was nuzzling into was not nearly as broad as Ranma chest should be and the arms around her waist were significantly thinner, delicate, more girl like than even Ranma's girl form, and Setsuna slowly came to the odd realization that this was not Ranma. At all. She opened her eyes.

And blinked. A lot.

What...the hell was Ami-chan doing in her bed?

She wondered if she should wake her. Or just wait until she woke up...she did look...rather peaceful, just sleeping there, and Setsuna almost fell into the trap of staying there in her admiration, but fiercely shook her head. There...had to be a logical explanation to this, right? One that didn't involve the possibility that Setsuna was failing to remember something she would have really liked to remember...

"A...A...Ami-chan?" she whispered, very, very quietly, as if not really indending for Ami to hear it.


[[ for slr_mercury, plz. ]]

It was late, it was dark, and Setsuna, curled up against her pillow as if to compensate for the current lack of someone else there, had no trouble sleeping, catching up with all that she'd missed in the past few days, between flights, work, training, and trying to piece together this whole thing with Ami-chan.

It was nice to have an undisturbed and sound sleep for a change...


[[ posted super early for SP justice because work is lame. Locked to slr_mercury, but roomie is certainly free to react as necissary, if wanted. Or he could just be out like a log the whole time, too. heh ]]

Setsuna had just finished putting the final touches on Ami-chan's birthday present, slipping the card into the envelope and carefully placing in a presentable spot on the nicely, although simply, wrapped package, when the phone beside it on her desk started to shift around with vibration, and then the tinny music started up as it rang.

Who'd be calling her now?

( Moshi moshi? )

Setting phone aside at the end of the call, Setsuna looked down at it thoughtful, trying to figure out how she felt about this. Ultimately, it didn't settle in her stomach well at all. Konoka-Ojou-sama should not be pursuing things like this. She should stay where she was safe, and let people like Setsuna do all the hard, dirty work of making their hands unclean.

...But at least they wanted her there for it. That...was certainly something.


[[ Open! ]] [[ expecting the girlcrush Ami, though! ]] [[ and disappearing for class soon, but back after that! ]]

Planning to do some work with Eleanor, her Western style sword, tomorrow, Setsuna had set up some incense around the room, lit it and meditated while going through some ancient Western myths to help herself get better attuned to the nature of the sword. Really, technically, she should bother Peter about some Narnian myths since it was a Narnian sword, and made a note to do so soon. For now, she'd just stick with things that might help her get into a classically Western mindset with The Poems of the Elder Edda, which she found worked well for building mantras, whispered very quietly under her breath, in carefully pronounced English.

"Always as a young man I traveled alone, and I would lose my way; I felt I was rich if I made a friend -- no man by himself is happy."

[[ Days like this are strange. I'm off to get hyper on coffee and speak in German for an hour, then back to locate primary sources regarding the Soviet dismantling of the economy of East Germany, and will require slowly-played distractions :) in other words: open, but distractedly so. ]]

After handwavily leaving a note at the room for Ranma-chan to come and meet with her this morning, Setsuna prepared for the ultimate and overdue strike. The door to her bedroom was open, but Setsuna was actually no where to be seen, not by the casual passersby, carefully placed near the door that anyone who entered would not see her unless she was at a particular angle.

Ranma-chan would never even know what hit her.


[[posted early because of insomnia, woot. first part of post is for ranma_sao, but the second part will be open, open, open, then third part is back to just being for Ranma ]]

[[ yes, i'm setting up OCD for this. Because I'm a dork. ]]

Setsuna's brain was feeling very worn out and confused. While nothing about everyone turning into girls surprised Setsuna (she was conditioned to be used to it, after all, because of Ranma), it was still a little...weird. Not as weird as the fact that she was so comfortable with it. Mostly because everyone was still...themselves, so it wasn't like the whole Ranma-chan insident (ugh, where was that girl? If Setsuna wasn't so tired from sparring, she'd go looking for her).

But what was really boggling her mind was that she'd been out in the rain a lot recently, and had yet to change into a crow. There seemed to be no connection to the Fandom weirdness currently going on, but...then what was it? Had...she somehow gotten rid of the curse? How? Not that she minded, of course, but it puzzled her as to how it could happen. As she did often in these cases, Setsuna had handwavily given a call to Alphonse to come down and see her. He could always put perspective on things. Maybe he'd read something. Who knows...

She paced her room in a flurry of thought, trying to piece things together.


[[ post open, door open, yay. ]]

Setsuna sat on her bed with her legs folded out in front of her, leaning forward slightly over a notebook. Her pen tapped on her chin idly as she frowned at the short list she was building. She only had a few more days before she'd have to get a package out to Konoka-Ojou-sama for White Day, and then only a few more after that for Konoka-Ojou-sama's birthday.

...Oh, man....She was going to be sixteen. Old enough for...

Setsuna shook her head sharply. No. She was not going to think about Pactios now. First things first, like actually getting these presents figured out, and then going to find Ranma-chan to make sure she hadn't been wreaking too much havoc when she was busy with other things. Like saving the world from malicious aliens....


[[ door's closed; the_merriest is expected by, but it's definately open for anyone who might want to stop by/interact before or after their meeting. That Rikku and Set got together is okay, but the topic of their conversation is NFB, please, because, OMG, I know who's doing radio :P ]]