Fujiko Mine

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, Tosh caught up on her spooky type reading until Owen came in to browse.

Elsewhere in town, Piper worked on her class roster until she was interrupted by Squirrel Girl. Squirrel... Okay, I'm just going to assume that's a pseudonym or something.

And, speaking of rosters, classes are in session again! Period One brought us Phoebe's demonology class, a lecture, a discussion period, and a frank exchange of ideas between Bela and T.A. Sam Winchester. Period Two was Tim's Straight From The Faerie's Mouth.

Over at the dorms, Meg got her cleaning groove on, much to Ken's appreciation. Cassie, meanwhile, continued her week of general laziness. Connor helped. Just Connor. No one else. At all. Seriously. Later, Carson and Savannah had a tete a tete in the Carriage House, and Pippi worked the bar at All Souls.

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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?"

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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 on her laptop. Yes, Fujiko liked to live dangerously.

Currently, she was checking out the state of a couple Swiss bank accounts that she Totally Did Not Have.

Ah, bliss.

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