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...and *finally* we get to in a hotel with free Internet access.

Ah, Japan, land of the vending machine, where every new bathroom houses a new kind of logic puzzle. We have been having one hell of a time, possibly more than one, even despite the disappointing lack of any table tennis at our onsen. I spent the early part of the trip on some kind of sleep-version of the Atkins diet, before unfortunately succumbing to the Violet Plague, but thanks to the Power Of One Thousand Lemons, I've mostly fought it off. The shopping here is dangerous, addictive and crazy, and responsible for an unknown number of buckles that are now lurking somewhere in my suitcase. Had to get up very early more than once for the dubious reason of pandering to Squeenix's (official spelling on their bags, dontyaknow) shameless propoganda-mongering, but all voted it well worthwhile in the end. Sadly, we failed to mug anyone with an orange phone before Monday, but we did start a band called the Bob Collective - or so we're telling everyone who asks. Got to walk through a real, live video game and had such and awesome time we're going back there tomorrow. And I may have attacked Ishiwatari Daisuke with my hair, but he was pretty cool about it.

And velithya seems to have talked me into doing Ky cosplay somehow. >.>

Details at six!