Some such sudden brainstorming occured last night, and due to such there's this whole new scene going on, and... yeah. I call artistic liscence, the moment moved me. So.
Ken: I'm sorry, but I need you to hang tight. Someone is going to pick you up from the airport eventually. I'm not sure exactly who, yet, but someone will. In the meantime don't be alarmed if a post pops up above yours; it takes place the same day, prior to your flight arriving. You are not forgotten.
Aya: I'm getting to you, I swear, and I'm terribly sorry to both you and Yohji for taking so long to bring you in. What I'm going to plan for, right now, is to make a big, strong pot of coffee next Saturday and do my best to stay up late enough to catch you on AIM. If you don't want to wait another week, though, and would rather just start up our scene in the journal, let me know.
Yohji and Schuldig know what to do. I'll be on in 5.
Hopefully at some point this won't be so crazy.
Okay, so now that this comm is up I can make good use of it. For what, you ask? Planning! And then, logically, breaking said plans and flying by the seat of my pants.