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There was something important this morning.

Exactly what was kind of escaping her. It was earlier than she usually wanted to get up, and her brain wasn't quite firing on all cylinders yet. Boot-up-sequence hadn't proceeded. Still waiting on the go from the bridge bunny. But it was Saturday, and there was [i]definitely[/i] something important going on that morning. So Umeko started to push through the haze. First, she stirred. One limb at a time. Stretch a little. Yawn. At [i]some[/i] point she'd actually gotten from the table where her half assembled Exia waited to the bed. She wasn't sure when. Didn't matter much.

Yawning quietly, so she didn't disturb the still-sleeping-Irishman, she scooted to the edge and the bed and pulled on her slippers. It was just late enough in the year that the floor would feel too cold without them. The Japanese girl padded silently towards the kitchen, pausing long enough to give a critical once-over to her work on the Perfect Grade from the night before. Nothing stood out, so she continued. She was growing more aware by the second, but it was still eluding her what was so important. It didn't have to do with that journalist. They hadn't turned up much of anything yet, which meant she didn't get to go after the A-LAW. It wasn't about the probe.

She poured a glass of milk and sipped at it, mulling over the issue. Maybe that would help.

A glance back towards the bedroom, at what was hanging on her closet door, finally flicked the switch.

[i][b][color=4169e1]Kanacon. I have to wake Brennan.[/color][/b][/i]