It's a love story

Slainte Pub, The Bowery, NYC, Friday

2010-01-01T19:13:13Z

After stopping at the brunch, Romeo made his way to a bar where it seemed vaguely possible the more medieval members of their party would either fit in, or have enough Guinness that it didn't matter.

"Is this all right?" he asked, more as a point of courtesy than because he actually had any interest in going anywhere else. He was feeling lazy and self-satisfied.

[OOC; For those who know who they are.]

Dojima-Montague Apartment, Tokyo, Wednesday Morning

2009-11-11T13:54:06Z

Romeo's nineteenth birthday started with a package from his father containing a collection of Lord Byron's works, a dagger that was about twice as elaborate as anything Romeo had any business carrying, and a letter that suggested -- in a polite, backhanded, and elaborate way -- that Romeo was missed and should make it his business to visit Verona sooner rather than later.

There was also a large box of chocolates. They were good. Romeo ate the caramels as his breakfast. He should have been reading about the equilibrium point in supply and demand, but that kept turning into perusal of the poetry. Really, the poetry struck him as more relevant.

[OOC: For the girlfriend, or for birthday emails/calls/texts/homing pigeons.]

Montague-Dojima Apartment, Tokyo, Tuesday Daytime

2009-09-08T13:25:53Z

Romeo's college required he take a business ethics course. It wasn't such a bad idea, really. In Verona, showing up with a few bodyguards and asking pointed questions about how attached a rival was to his cars was considered a reasonable opening salvo. He flipped through the text with a highlighter in hand, occasionally shooting worried glances at the door.

Yurika wasn't saying anything, but he could tell something at work was troubling her. A friend had died; that was as much as she'd told him, and that was worry enough.

He reread the passage on ethical hiring practices and hoped she'd be home soon.

[OOC: For the hime and calls/emails/texts.]

Dojima-Montague Apartment, Tokyo, Monday Afternoon

2009-08-17T17:11:08Z

Romeo wasn't a girl anymore, and Monday meant that Yurika's need to at least put in a guest appearance at her office put an end to their Romeo-isn't-a-girl-anymore celebrations.

So he'd gotten out of bed, gone to the bookstore to get his textbooks, stopped at a noodle bar for lunch, and was now back home. There was nothing on television except a cartoon about pixies who solved teenager's romantic problems, and that was a little sappy even for Romeo. He turned the TV off and started copying kanji out of his beginner's penmanship book.

He had lovely handwriting when he was writing English. The problem was getting that to carry over.

[OOC: Open for phone calls, texts, girlfriends who may wander home, etc.]

Tokyo, Saturday Morning

2009-07-11T11:25:31Z

Wrapped snug on a futon in their new apartment in Tokyo and with nothing particular calling him into the day, Romeo could have slept the day away if it hadn't been for the singing.

...close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns
I see you make your way through the crowd
and say hello

A girl's voice -- and not, though he loved the sound of it, Yurika's -- was coming from the spare bedroom. Romeo yanked on a t-shirt and carefully crept toward the song. "Who is there," he asked from the doorway, "and wherefore?"

The young woman who turned to see him was exceptionally beautiful, with flowing blonde ringlets. She balanced a guitar on her lap. "Oh, Romeo, thou hast found me!" she said, as if she'd known him for years. She launched herself at him reaching for his left hand. "I half thought myself forgotten, shut as I was in this dreary room. Now I see thine love lives on and hast drawn thee to me."

Romeo, very intelligently, stared. "Who art thee?" he asked, slipping into his old tongue and ignoring the persistent tug on his hand. "I can tell thou art of Verona, yet I know you not."

The girl's laugh was of silver and bells. "Of course thou knowest me. I am the wedding ring thou set to the side for so long, given this happy shape so I might bring a song to you." She held up her wrist to show a bracelet tattoo of rough crosses with 'Romeo + Juliet' tattooed underneath. "Thou cannot have forgotten me."

As the girl talked on -- and, somehow, Romeo found himself believing the story -- he winced. This was going to be an interesting one to explain to Yurika.

[OOC: Open for SP/phone calls/what have you! And yes, I'm earworming you. Mwah ha ha.]

Causeway, Monday Mid-Afternoon

2009-06-29T17:35:21Z

And so it was that after a good party, a last bout in the Salle, a frantic trip to the post office to send off most of his boxes (and why was overnight, cross-universe shipping to Tokyo so expensive? It was a good thing Romeo didn't care about money or he'd be rather peeved), a quick visit to the church where he never spent nearly as much time as he should, and a last mocha with extra chocolate sauce at the Perk, Romeo Montague came to wait for the portal that would take Yurika and him off to Tokyo.

He shifted his bags hand to hand a little impatiently. Mostly, he wanted all of this goodbying to be over. He'd miss everyone; he knew that. But having so many last things was wearing on him.

Homecoming wasn't so very far away, was it?

[Last post in Fandom for Romeo & Dojima! dojima_hime modded with permission. If you want a call inviting you to come see one or both of them off, well, you got it!]

Room 502, Thursday Afternoon

2009-06-04T16:09:26Z

It had been an interesting night last night in the common room, and a more interesting morning on the roof. The island was playing with Romeo's hormones, Ender said; Romeo wasn't honestly sure he would have figured out anything was especially wrong without that discussion.

For now, he was going to lie back on his bed with his journal, and will very hard that his girlfriend psychically sense his, ahem, time of need before he'd filled the whole thing with the sorts of odes to girls' hair he thought he had outgrown years before.

[OOC: For one, please! And NWS. I know, you're stunned.]

Another Info Post

2009-05-08T15:30:41Z

For my characters who have been around for a while.

Angela Chase (chasingangela):
+ Graduated with the class of 2007.
+ Goes to the University of New York in NYC, and is majoring in English with a concentration in Creative Writing.
+ Works very, very part-time at a coffee bar.
+ Has been dating Marty Blank FOREVER, and is now engaged to him.
+ Their daughter, Abby, was born in September 2008.
+ Only turns up when I'm feeling especially inspired to write her.

Claire Fisher (swipedthatfoot):
+ Graduated with the class of 2009.
+ Is a redheaded, cynical artist who can tip over into just being a negative brat.
+ Scratch her, and you find somebody who's just really trying not to get hurt, so she pushes people away before they can hit at her. Awwww.
+ Dated Cal Stephanides until her graduation.
+ Is now back in L.A. to live out the last three seasons of Six Feet Under and probably won't be posted as an alumni, though the usual suspects are free to mod emails from her. Her obituary is here and the final scene of canon is here; that's what happens to my Claire, too.

Romeo Montague (withoutverona):
+ Graduated with the class of 2009.
+ Comes specifically from Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet, which means he's the heir to what amounts to a mobster dynasty and grew up in the Californian beach town of Verona.
+ Should be dead. Turns out the poor apothecary was poor in skill, too -- he woke up in the hospital and got sent to Fandom a few months later.
+ Will not normally tell you about Juliet, banishment, etc., unless he trusts you and it seems relevant. He's vaguely ashamed of it all, plus it was almost two years ago. But it still informs his reactions every time he has to say goodbye.
+ Has what amounts to a Shakespearean "accent," but code-switches pretty fluently at this point. He'll never sound entirely modern (and characters are welcome to notice that, of course), but after 18 months in Fandom, the thees only come out when he's very upset or half-asleep.
+ Does everything he does with his whole heart; he is romantic, passionate and intense before he is anything else.
+ Is working very hard on that thinking-before-he-acts thing. Doesn't quite have it down.
+ Is not especially vain, but does know that he's rich, pretty and charming when he wants to be. This sometimes makes him seem arrogant.
+ Has been dating Yurika Dojima for about a year and a half despite this little hiccup where he got married to someone else.
+ Is going to her Tokyo to ~~follow her around like a lost puppy~~ take business classes.
+ Runs Pixie Dust in town, and is TA for Beach Games for the first half of the summer.
+ Will always think Verona is home, and plans to return there to be his father's son someday.

Sarah Walker (saveyoulater):
+ Is from the hopefully-not-canceled TV series Chuck, and came to Fandom just after "Chuck vs. the Break-Up." She's since been slowly living out an AU'd version of canon; I'm waiting for renewal news to decide what I'm doing with the last three episodes.
+ Was raised by her grifter father as an accomplice to his scams, and is another of my characters who does not use her birth name. Will not talk about her past.
+ Has worked for the CIA since she graduated from high school, and was considered a top agent. She has a full range of nifty ~~Suetastic~~ spy skills, including physical fighting, shooting, killing you with a hair pin, languages, and general deception. She doesn't have powers, but she's about as good a physical fighter as anyone of her size could possibly be.
+ Was undercover in Fandom running the comics shop until she got reassigned to teach and recruit instead of trying to spy on the island.
+ Lies like she breathes. Work and orders will outrank ethics for her about 90 percent of the time.
+ Apparently has a thing for guys she works with.
+ Does not have much of a sense of humor, really, and her interests outside intelligence work are limited. More or less, she is her job.
+ Is reserved and tends to be quiet most of the time, but at her heart, she's a good, nice person (and a romantic) who wants to be a hero. As long as you don't strike her as a threat or step on her rather massive issues, she's entirely friendly.

Tyler Durden (tyler_back):
+ Comes from a merged Fight Club movie/book canon -- mostly movieverse, but with the book's ending, and with him at age 14-15 for most of the plot. (Not, incidentally, a choice I'd make now, but it seemed reasonable at the time.)
+ Was born Jack Moore in 1990. About five people know that name; he's been Tyler a looooooooong time, now.
+ Seems flat, pleasant, almost meek most of the time, with a dry sense of humor; is very alpha when he can be bothered.
+ Still believes in the philosophical end of Fight Club the way some people believe in religion.
+ Has an alternate personality thanks to Dissociative Identity Disorder. It's managed with drugs and lifestyle techniques, but it's not something that has a true "cure." Dark!Tyler comes out when he's really stressed and is recognizable from the icons, not to mention the total personality shift.
+ Is a self-taught expert on pretty much anything destructive; fighting, for one, and if you ever want someone who can blow things up with the contents of a 7-Eleven, Tyler's your guy.
+ First came to Fandom as a sophomore (tyler_gone) in May 2006. He blew things up, bonded with his Stickbug brothers, served as a Student Council rep, messily dated River Tam, and ended up getting kicked out just shy of the end of term the next April.
+ Returned a decade older and possibly wiser in May 2008 to teach chemistry. Also taught home ec and U.S. History; is now taking a break and working at the gym and co-leading Fandom Fight Club for the summer.
+ Has a long-running thing with Tony Stark. They refuse to say they're a couple. I don't question this.

The Me: It's Elisabeth. I live in EST, I work 8-4, and I'm generally around for SP then and around for three or four hours after 7 most nights. Weekends are iffy but, again, evenings are usually good. AIM is fakenamecentral; email is septembergrrl at gmail dot com; twitter is septembergrrl. If you have questions, comments, constructive criticism (or straight criticism) or brickbats to throw about my RP, please feel free to leave a note here.

Ted Montague's Office, Thursday Afternoon

2009-04-24T00:01:45Z

Reno, Romeo thought wryly as he took a seat in one of the plush chairs in his father's office, could be trusted with many things. They included Romeo's life; it also included finding the best bar wherever he happened to be. The dive they'd ended up in after dinner the night before was down a street Romeo had never even noticed in the 17 years he spent in Verona, and the one-handed bartender was not stingy with the whiskey.

Romeo still felt it, more than a little. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on his father. Reno, spared this particular display of family awkwardness, had taken Balthazar and Benvolio to the same bar; Romeo tried not to wish he was with them.

"How does this day find thee, my son?" Ted Montague asked, not unkindly. He seemed almost amused to find his child slightly the worse for wear, but, then, at this particular moment he would have forgiven him almost anything short of marriage or jail. "The maids tell me your bed spent the best part of night undisturbed by your presence, so I assume a greater good than that of sleep called to you."

"As a host, I had to ensure Reno enjoyed himself," Romeo returned, with a shy grin. "Thou hast taught me that ably, by thy own example."

"Well met, Romeo, well met," Ted answered. "Thy friends art welcome here, no matter what hour, weather, or day. Marry, when thou hast returned home, we must see about procuring a home for thee beyond mine. Young fools must live beyond the sight of old ones, that's a proverb."

"Not one I'd heard, Father," Romeo said, with a slight smile. "It may be some time before I'm in Verona enough to need a home of mine own, though of course I will be happy to be near my favorite old fool come the holidays."

His father had tried to bribe him into coming home; he'd refused the bribe. Indirect communication was, in such things, the Montague way at first, and, Romeo thought, the gentlemanly one.

"But the holidays might be all days, would thee to come home," Ted cajoled, chuckling in the way of a man who was very certain things would go his way in the end. "What, meanst thou to make a life in Tokyo? Has not your time in Fandom been enough in foreign lands for thee? We could call thee Hiro, and dress in kimonos, if that would make thine return sweet."

"The return would be sweet at first taste indeed, but bitter at the center. Home is where Yurika is, and so home is Tokyo." Romeo had fought too hard for that to give it up.

Romeo's calm certainty was beginning to try Ted's patience; he reminded himself that he was being a better man than his father would have ever been by even appearing to give his wayward child a choice.

"Come, come, Romeo, have sense," he said. "Where wouldst thou even make a home in Tokyo? Surely the elder Dojima cannot invite his daughter's paramour into his house, you're not even betrothed. Your plan is a glistening castle in the air for children. But thou art no child, and thou must tread on this earth. Thou had a year and more in the East; now, the time has come for thee to come West, to Verona, and take thine place beside me. To go further East instead is simple madness."

"We would get an apartment; I'd work," Romeo said, eying his father carefully. "There is good I can do in Tokyo -- I'm to tutor homeless teens in English."

His father snorted. "Thou might have the world, and thou would rather teach. Well, the schooling did thee some good. But art there not homeless teens here?"

"Aye, and they would want to either fight me or do naught but beg for money. In Tokyo, my name means nothing," Romeo said, dismissively, as he tried to puzzle something out. "It was not so very long ago," he mused, "that you told me that, while my banishment might be happily o'erturned, 'twould not be wise for me to take that as an invitation to come home, and so thou bade me to return to school. What hast changed thy mind?"

"Oh, we've a new governor now," Ted said -- airily, though the information was anything but light. "Here in Verona, old Capulet is ailing, and the boy who's taking his place has a soft heart for your first bride, and for Benvolio and his wife, and so for us. The threats that made me ask you to stay away have sailed past the horizon; thine own ship would find a smooth harbor."

That was a relief, then. "That explains why it is safe for me to return," Romeo said, still skeptical and thinking to make an offer that would pacify his father. "Not, if you will let me beg pardon for asking, why thou art so hot to see me do so. Surely some time to wander the world is not too much to ask; I'm green yet. Let a few more years pass and I may be ripe to join you."

"A few more years for you to ripen, and you may rot on the vine," Ted shot back. His volume rose as he talked. "Thou claimed thou wert a man when thou was a boy of 15; now thou art a man, with a degree all but on the wall, a wife to mourn, and an enemy you put in his grave. This mask of lisping childhood does not suit thee, Romeo. Be my son and come home."

"I am your son, and I will not!" Romeo answered, loudly, as he rose from his chair. "This will ever be my truest home, but do not try to make me return for good before the season for it comes. It is my only life, and I must live it."

Ted's shoulders sagged, and he gave Romeo a sidelong look as he spoke quietly. "The season is now. The business is not prospering as it once did," he admitted. "Your cousin is too gentle, too soft, too distracted by his pretty wife; he handles our money carelessly, as if it came from a well that would ne'er run dry. I will die, someday, and would to leave it all to my son, not to my nephew."

So, Romeo thought bitterly and rather unfairly, there it was: In the end, it came down to money. He should have known better than to think it was about him.

"Wilt thou help, son?" His father looked every moment of his sixty years as he waited for Romeo to answer.

Romeo let out his breath. "I will think on it," he said. It was the best he could do. Loyalty and family tugged at one side, Yurika and the future at the other.

He didn't know which would win.

[OOC: NFB. Reno modded with permission. Happy birthday, Mr. Shakespeare.]

Wednesday Morning (really), Causeway and Onwards

2009-04-22T19:48:50Z

As soon as he could escape from his Heroing final, Romeo dashed back to his room to pick up his overnight bag, then went to the causeway to wait for Reno and their portal back to Verona Beach. He couldn't help but pace a little nervously; not only did he have his concerns about what his father would have to say, but he wanted Reno to like his home.

And, he thought ruefully, he wanted his home -- because Verona was home, even if he lived in Fandom or Tokyo all the rest of his life -- to appreciate Reno.

[OOC: For the person going with him.]

Room 502, Tuesday Night

2009-04-22T00:31:23Z

Romeo was done putting together his bag for his trip to Verona, and now he was sitting on his bed, frowning at the rest of his room a bit.

He was seeing it clearly, now; the room was all but brimming with sixteen months worth of books and papers and clothes and the odd bit of rubbish that had never quite made it into a bin. When Teyla lived there, he'd been neater about his things, but now that she didn't he only had to be tidy enough that Dojima wouldn't flee screaming when she visited.

And, soon enough, it would all need to be boxed up and discarded, sent home to Verona, or shipped off to Tokyo.

He thought about doing some of the organizing tonight, but, ultimately, settled in with his journal. There were things on his mind.

[OOC: Open door -- I just felt like posting him]

Arms Hotel, Far Too Early Saturday

2009-04-11T11:38:40Z

Inside the hotel room, Romeo and Yurika slept the sleep of those with quiet(-ish) minds, aided by everclear in the punch and certain ... other ... get-to-sleep activities. In the midst of a dream, Romeo brought his hand to rest on the small of Yurika's back; that was as much movement as there was inside the room.

Outside the hotel room, a small blond boy and an even smaller blond girl were poking at the hotel room door and chattering in an excited mix of English and Japanese.

"Hana, remember, I showed you how to pick this kind of lock!" Kazuki Montague informed his sister. "You poke the pin, and you just jiggle."

Hana watched with wide eyes and fingers in her mouth. She was only three, and thought her eight-year-old brother was about the smartest person in the world.

As Kaz kept trying to pick the lock, his putative parents slept on. Kaz knew they'd be so surprised to see him again.

[OOC: For dojima_hime and for SP.]

Room 502, Friday Afternoon

2009-04-03T18:17:50Z

The day was yet young, but Romeo felt much older than he had been at dawn as he returned to his room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

Reno. Dojima. Gone to him, almost as surely as Mercutio or Juliet were. He badly wanted to break his promise to Arthur and go out alone again to kill or to be killed. It was much the same to him.

Friar Laurence's voice rose through his mind. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, digressing from the valour of a man ... A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back.

He felt no pack of blessings just then, but he did need to be a man. Or to try. Somehow. Letting himself be taken would be of no use to anyone; he had to center himself on that fact, as badly as everything in him shouted that the sleep of death or undeath would be but a relief.

After making a single phone call -- she needed to know, and he kept his words simple so he wouldn't choke on them and give himself away -- he settled back on his bed and permitted himself the unmanly luxury of tears.

He was still crying when his phone rang.

[OOC: Mostly establishy, but his door is open.]

A Secluded Corner of the Beach, Friday Morning

2009-04-03T13:46:31Z

Romeo had, it was true, said several times yesterday that he wouldn't go looking for a fight.

And he wasn't. Honest. But it was a rainy day, and there was a particular and rather inaccessible corner of the beach that he liked especially well when he was trying to write. He couldn't imagine many zombies would be out yet; if they were, he was armed.

Sitting on a rock, he stared moodily into the ocean and thought about death that was not death.

[OOC: For two zombies in particular and then someone else. Thanks!]

Room 502, Monday Morning, 3/16

2009-03-16T12:55:49Z

The weekend had been kind to young master Montague. There had been mud fights and muffins and even two birthday parties. And, when it got quite terribly late -- 9 o'clock at least -- he drifted back to his room with Yurika by the hand. They watched cartoons until they fell asleep on the bed like a pair of puppies, TV still droning away.

When Romeo first woke up on Monday, it took him a moment to feel as if anything beyond gratitude to be his proper size again, followed by annoyance at the grit of mud behind his ears and in other places his five-year-old self had forgotten to wash. He'd seen that shock of blonde hair in the morning many times.

Then he realized he hadn't so much, lately. Drawing away to get a better look, he held his breath. He was going to savor these moments until she (perhaps inevitably, he thought) made her excuses and left him alone again -- or at least tried to.

[OOC: For the taller and modded-with-permission birthday princess. Also, he's very unlikely to get around to opening Pixie Dust today -- drop me an email if you have a desperate need to shop there and we'll work something out. Also, going NWS because reunion sex is awesome.]

Room 503 + Beyond, Monday Evening

2009-03-09T23:54:51Z

After work -- and the shop really couldn't close too soon for his tastes -- Romeo made a quick stop at Taste of Thai for takeout, then dashed back to his room. He neatened things, just because he liked to live in hope, before going up to the roof and arranging a picnic blanket, iPod and speakers, and the food.

And then there was nothing to do but dress himself (dress shirt, suit jacket, no tie, and he actually brushed his hair so it would stay out of his eyes) and collect his lady.

He drew a deep breath as he tapped on the door of 503.

[OOC: For the girl. Note, the roof is a public space but Romeo will oh-so-cleverly put a sign on the door when he and Dojima get there.]

Wedding Chapel, Friday Night

2009-02-28T02:42:38Z

As bad idea marriages went, it was saying something that marrying Angela was actually only the second worst nuptial idea Romeo'd had in his young life.

At least no one was likely to die this time?

Not that he was thinking about that, or about much of anything, really, beyond "champagne bubbles FUN" as he stumbled over to the counter, Angela beside him, and started trying to fill in the paperwork.

"Angela, darling, dearest bride, how do you spell Montenegro?"

Bow, Late Monday Evening

2009-02-24T03:13:02Z

After an afternoon drinking by the pool and an evening watching a movie and doing some more drinking, Romeo tried to make his slightly addled way back to his cabin. Somehow, stumbling turned into bumbling turned into being on the bow, at the base of the mast.

Romeo looked up. And up. And then he started to climb until he was as high on the bow as he could get. The view from that vantage point was so breathtaking, there was only one thing Romeo could say:

"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!"

And then there was rather a lot of hooting and whooping as the very patient cruise staff started to try to coax him down.

[OOC: People are ENABLERS. Totally open for reactions, and yes, he is a dork.]

Room 502, Tuesday Afternoon

2009-02-17T17:12:37Z

After talking to Edward and fighting a whale in management class, Romeo went back to his room to lounge on his bed with his Japanese notebook.

He was trying very hard not to think about ... well, about anything he and Edward had spoken of. It had been an unsettling conversation.

[OOC: For one, but open before her!]

502, Saturday Morning

2009-02-07T12:32:06Z

It wasn't like Luke Brower was actually surprised when he woke up in a room he didn't recognize. Sure, the Seavers seemed like really cool people, but he wasn't the first foster kid to think he had a good thing going right until he got the "this isn't working out" speech. Maybe they had just skipped the speech and gone right to taking him to the new place. And, hey, it saved him saying goodbye. He wasn't going to bother getting mad.

Besides, the new room was way awesome. The bed was huge and soft, and while the room was full of somebody else's stuff, the other person seemed to have taken off. Luke showered -- fancy soap in the bathroom -- and yanked on a pair of khakis that were only a little too big and a long-sleeved t-shirt before he headed out to find food and somebody who could tell him where the Seavers had dumped him.

[OOC: 'Stablishy, though you can catch him here if you really want. He is Luke Brower from Growing Pains. Leo was 16-17 and looked about 13 when he played the part, so the effect is very "Romeo's little brother."]

503/502, Wednesday After Classes

2009-02-04T15:03:22Z

Romeo hated words today.

Actually, Romeo hated a lot of things. Graduation. His utter feeling of impotence in light of Reno's choices. Having lost his Super Bowl bet. But the main thing he was hating, right then, was words. They seemed to just create traps for him, and he hated them with the intensity of a spurned lover.

So he was going to try to find Yurika after Heroing, and not use any words for a while. He tapped impatiently on her door.

[OOC: ~~Likely going to get~~ NWS.]

502, Thursday Afternoon

2009-01-29T18:01:21Z

Romeo had promised to run the Superbowl betting pool for KKG.

Romeo had no real idea how a betting pool worked, other than that he normally lost money to them. So he was online, clicking through sites on bookmaking and trying to decide how it should be arranged. Super Bowl Squares seemed nice and easy, and with less math involved than any other option.

He wasn't thinking about the mess with Dojima -- was rather pointedly not thinking about it -- but he did have an anime playing on his TV in hopes he'd improve his Japanese through immersion. He glanced up at it when the fights got more interesting.

[OOC; Open door, open post.]

Room 502, Sunday Morning

2009-01-25T16:05:39Z

Romeo had plead a headache to stay home from Cal's party the night before, and Yurika had been too excited to do more than a little concerned clucking before heading off for ice cream. But in truth, he had been busy with some private preparations for the morning. It was, after all, a rather important day.

Once he woke up, he slid out of bed taking care not to dislodge Yurika from where she lay, still asleep. He kept things simple; an enormous fan of blood-red roses in the bed beside her, fresh orange juice and champagne for mimosas, chocolate croissants from J,GOB's, and coffee bubbling away. Finally, Romeo put a folder of some papers on the bed beside her.

And then there was nothing to do but watch her sleep and hope she woke up before impatience killed him.

[OOC: For one. Dojima modded with permission.]

502, Sunday Afternoon

2009-01-18T19:18:29Z

Romeo woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. None of the messages seemed meant for him, but he called back anyhow, just to be polite.

Finding himself with some idle time on his hands, he tried to reach Yurika then put on some soft music.

This could be an excellent day ... if the phone would just stay silent. Of course, it didn't, and Yurika never showed up either.

Woe.

[OOC: Mostly a linkdrop but can be open, sure!]

Room 502, Sunday Night

2009-01-12T01:31:13Z

It took him two weeks, but it finally occurred to Romeo that the second, now-empty bed in the room was ripe for appropriation. He'd procured some king-sized sheets and spent the evening shoving the beds together and the rest of the furniture around, trying to make the room seem as large as possible.

Of course he managed to drag one of the desks directly over his big toe. He cursed loudly as he sat on the bed and removed his sock to examine the digit.

[OOC: Open door, open post.]