Author Notes: My thanks to Loki, for opening the door for me to play here. This one's for you my good friend.

Daydreaming

Founder Core, Garderobe,

Youko Helene was leaning over a console late at night alone down in the core. This had become routine since the Windbloom/ Garderobe occupation. Tonight she was alone running last minute diagnostics when she felt a smooth caress on her backside. With a jump and quick look behind her, ready to slap the offender, Youko realized she was still alone. Noting the emptiness of the core, Youko returned to the diagnostics once more getting lost in the whirl of code.

Again she jumped out of her skin as another light caress pulled her out of her reverie. This time though, the offending hand was still in place. Youko grabbed the hand from her breast and pulled it out and away, holding firm as she took a pen and left a message on the offending appendage. The owner would learn as cruel lesson if her message was not heeded.

As she released the hand, Youko laughed and returned to the board. She would leave this out of her report, but it would definitely go into her personal log. It was too obscure not too.

Aries,

Meister Chie Hallard was busy in the middle of a serious bomb-removal training session when word came in from the Brigadier General. Delta squad was to be given the weekend off as soon as this training session was complete. Many long hours had gone into the care and planning of hypothetical situations that could use the unique abilities of Delta Squad's Lead Otome. Twice as many hours had gone into training for these hypothetical situations, too many hours it would seem to Chie Hallard as she distractedly sunk her hand into her hat again.

"Whoa…," was all she could say as Chie realized she was not touching the bomb in the other room. What she was touching was soft, warm, and felt really firm.

"Come on, Hallard, concentrate on your objective," remanded the training officer as the rest of the squad watched from behind a shield, it was a live fire training.

Chie cleared her mind of all other thought and stared at her objective. As her hand disappeared this time, Chie realized she would fail miserably as her body was roughly yanked towards her hat in her hand. There had been a look of mirth on her face at first, but her training officer soon noticed the look of at first fear, then confusion. Chie was trying to remove her hand from her hat, but was clearly unable. The training officer stared in wonder as Chie yanked one more time and landed on her backside, her hand free of her hat.

Chie stared down at the marking and gasped as she read the message scrawled on her hand. Chie's reaction brought the other's over to see what it said. Chie wore as sheepish grin as they all laughed at her.

It's all fun and games until 'someone' loses her hand. – Director Helene