[It's late. Very late. Saya probably should still be in bed -- if she hadn't woken up from a very weird dream. She gave one last glance behind before slipping inside her destination; she had tried to be quiet when she left their apartment, but was a little worried that maybe Jeanne or someone else would see her out and be worried.]

[What happened at Vietnam? Whatever it was, the word would not leave her head. And in her dream, she was fighting, fighting so hard, and the blood...]

[The dojo's quiet and dark, only a few streetlights shining through the slim windows and the door she'd left cracked. Her bare feet move in slow, cautious steps as she sneaks toward the rack of wooden swords. They look so strange, illuminated by just one slanted beam of yellowed light -- almost innocent. Playful.]

[With trembling fingers, Saya reaches for one...]


((OOC: Be warned that if surprised into attacking or invited for sparring, Saya might experience sudden episodes of kicking your ass... to her great shock. ~_^ ))

[Kamui can be found meandering around the streets of Sector 5 fairly late at night, perhaps looking a bit lost. He also looks more than a little on edge, especially since Silent Hill was in full swing last night. He approaches a street corner and stops, looking around for a long moment before frowning.]

I guess they're not here tonight...

[VOICE]

Are there any grocery stores aside from the one in Sector 5?

[ Zelman's just chilling in the laundry room with his bro-bots. There's a mess of clothes on the floor in front of his feet, but he's not showing any undue interest in picking them up. He's already washed some of your laundry dammit. :< ]

[ one of the bots prod him just before he closes his eyes ]

...Nosy little fellow aren't you. [ uses his free foot to nudge it away from him ]

[ooc: closed thread with Saki. anyone else can poke in and use this post as their inmate laundry chore mingle thing. :o]