raspberryturk: (Lounging)
It was one of those rare nights that Reno had managed to score all to himself, off-duty, with not a single reason to worry about Tseng calling him in out of the blue to do some urgent mission or another. Why? Because Rude had the night off, too, and Tseng knew better than to try to call Reno in when Rude would do the job just as well, and without whining about it.

And so, there he was, sprawled backwards on the couch (and doing an admirable job of ignoring the busted springs in his back) and staring up at the ceiling, contemplating where in the world he was supposed to go from here and the obstacles on his way to wherever that turned out to be.

"Winter's coming, yo." He paused, and then, with a faint smirk on his lips, he added, "Fehdan'c lusehk."

At the very least, it wasn't as though he'd be making the trip alone.

[For that girl who speaks the funny language. And sure, open for phone calls or whatever, if you'd like.]
raspberryturk: (Come again?)
Too much drinking. Toooo much drinking, and fretting, and getting the rookie in trouble. And nothing in the world made a guy feel like cleaning his mouth out with sandpaper than a night that started with Corel ale, and then headed into rum and ice-cream territory. And really, it was a wonder that Reno had managed to drag his sorry ass back home last night in the first place.

Aftermath. )

[NFB for distance, as usual. Reno's open for phone calls or what-have-you. Elena's whereabouts mentioned with enabling permission from [livejournal.com profile] findingelena, and I find Tseng's temper to be entirely too much fun to play. Entirely.]
raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Okay, so there'd been that dance last night. And there'd been training with Ghanima, and plenty of drinking, and then Fight Club, and now there was to be even more drinking. Because that was just how Reno rolled.

He'd kind of given up on the two-mouthful drinks that could be purchased from the minibar, and so he'd made a handwavey booze run earlier in the day, and he was now good and stocked up with everything from Absolut to the ingredients to slosh together a Flaming Zombie.

The name seemed fitting. Reno kinda had to, here.

Oh yeah, and there were the partners in crime.

[Come one, come all! The booze is free!]
raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some handwavey messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]
raspberryturk: (Cell Phone)
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.

Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.

All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.

As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.

Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.

Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.

He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.

[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]
raspberryturk: (Default)
Okay, so there had been a bit of drinking, last night. A little. More than a little. A fair bit. A lot.

Reno and Rikku were totally smashed. Which had led to wacky goings on and terrible fashion choices in a completely handwavey manner involving a horrid Hawaiian shirt, even worse shorts, and one of those hideous fish-ties.

There just so happened to be a chapel on the boat. And, in their particular states of inebriated stupidity and horrible misdress, there had been a revelation...

Weddings totally didn't count if you used fake names, right?

And heck, even if they did, they were drunk enough that it seemed like a very good, very hilarious idea, at the time.

[Open chapel is TOTALLY OPEN. Because... Yes. It must be.]
raspberryturk: (Headtilt)
Okay. It had been... a week. To say the least. It was only Tuesday and Reno already wanted it to be over, already.

But that wasn't going to stop him from making an ass of himself in public. After all, so far as public outings went, some things were practically sacred.

"Think they'll let me take home a penguin if I ask real nice?"

[For the partner in crime! NFB for being all mainlandy and stuff, woo!]
raspberryturk: (What am I Saying?)
Time for another lazy day. That sort of lazy day where Reno was going to check his e-mails before even considering anything else.

Naturally, he grinned and replied to the e-mail Doji sent him with one of his own.


To: dōjima@fandomhigh.org
From: reno@fandomhigh.org
RE: Tomorrow! )


And, when that was done, he decided to check his snail mail. Someone out there, for some reason, was writing him snail mail.

He was pretty sure he knew who, as it was addressed:


TO THE PUNK-ASS SNOT-NOSED KID )



Reno had to read this other letter three or four times before he could do so without laughing.

Oh, damn, he was dead meat.

Rikku's dad was pretty damn cool.

[Contents of the e-mail NFB. Letter provided by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest. Post is open, but I'm headed to work in half an hour and will be gone for the next ten, so will be extreme SP if you stop by.]
raspberryturk: (Default)
In Which People Find Closure, And The Posse Heads Home. )



[NFI, NFB, now edited to contain all the code, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, the first of whom rocks the coding, and all of whom rock. That's the last of it, folks! We're all Advent Childrened out! Thanks to my awesome partners in crime for all their hard work on this, and for keeping me sane throughout, and thank you to everyone who gave us feedback as chunks of this went up. Ooc? Still welcome, as I'm a comment whore. :D]
raspberryturk: (Turk Pride)
In Which Digging Happens. And Standing Up. )

[NFI, NFB, Sorry for the plot-spam today, I swear, there's only one more and it's going up tomorrow. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, who all rocked around Midgar like rocking things. OOC? Yummy. Omnomnom.]
raspberryturk: (Turk Pride)
In Which Rain Falls... )

[NFI, NFB, BYOB, LMNOP, FBI, BBQ, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, who are all awesome like awesome things. OOC, of course, is welcome, and may or may not be eaten with a nice curry sauce overtop.]
raspberryturk: (Smirk)
In Which ShinRa Doesn't Fall, But... )

[Once again with the NFI and NFB goodness, and preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy with chunks of dialog snitched from Advent Children. OOC? Still totally welcome.]
raspberryturk: (D:)
In Which The Posse Plays 'Ring Around The Monument,' ) A Dragon Is Summoned, ) And Fought, ) And ShinRa Falls. Again. )

[Still NFI and NFB, and chunks are still snitched from Advent Children, with tweakage to account for the awesomeness of us now being able to say the phrase "Romeo Montague, Dragonslayer." Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy. Many thanks to Rikku-mun for her help coding and sorting this monstrous beast. OOC continues to be love.]
raspberryturk: (Faceplanted owie)
In Which The Posse Talks to Tifa, ) The Turks Suffer, ) The Rescue Party Arrives, ) Reno and Rikku Speak, ) Turks Prove To Be Difficult to Kill, ) And Cloud Continues To Be Emo. )

[Follows this post. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, the first of whom rocks the coding, and the rest of whom rock no less, but with less HTML. Wee, tiny chunks of dialog once again lifted from Advent Children with a bit of tweaky goodness because we can to spare repetition... and confusion, which Square-Enix manages to excel at. NFB, NFI, and OOC is made of sparkles and lifestream and will be nommed upon accordingly.]
raspberryturk: (Searching)
So, today had been a long day. Between his best buddy getting shot by some fancy-talking twit on the beach, and the annoying hex that had been placed on him by that nasty, nasty old chick during his and Doji's Sex Ed presentation, Reno was more than just a little ready to curl up on a chair by the window, staring out over the island.

Quietly. Very quietly. The laughing fits had subsided, fortunately, but he was still annoyingly mute.

At least the chittering of the ferret involved sound. When Reno wasn't in A Mood, he'd have to give Mako extra treats or something for helping him preserve his sanity.

[For one person in particular, but open for interaction before she shows up if you don't mind a somewhat one-sided conversation.]
raspberryturk: (Searching)
Okay. Sunday afternoons were officially boring. The days of the week had classes and radio and reports to write for his job, and mornings and evenings meant that the ferret was awake and totally willing to be harassed, but Sunday afternoons?

Reno would like to vote that boring, lazy Sunday afternoons be stricken from the record.

He was in his room, sitting by the window and playing with his lighter. Fire go on. Fire blow out. Ooh. Exciting.

The door was open slightly in case something interesting happened to wander through the hallway, at least.

[Open, like the door~]
raspberryturk: (Smirk)
Reno had himself a ferret.

The ferret didn't have a name yet, but at least Reno knew what it was. That was a bonus, at least. So, while Reno busied himself on the internet looking up information on proper ferret care, he let the little ninja-weasel-goose run free around his room.

This went about as well as could be expected. While Reno was, in fact, uncovering some pretty useful information, he was rather distracted as well.

After all, it wasn't every day you got to see a member of the weasel family attempt to haul a nightstand over to its cage in an effort to add it to its nest.

It wasn't going anywhere, and so the nameless ferret moved on to the next item it could manage. It had only slightly better results with the sheets dangling off the edge of Reno's bed.

"You," Reno informed the ferret with a grin on his lips, "are one stupid little critter, aren't you?"

The ferret honked in joyful agreement and decided that it would rather try to wage war on Reno's foot, after all.

[Open if you want to stop by to visit the weasels Reno and the pet, but the door's closed to prevent any stealthy and ill-fated escapes down the hallway and then the stairwell. Thread with Romeo will be last chronologically, no matter what order people might happen to ping in. Yay ferret!]
raspberryturk: (Dusting himself off)
He really didn't want to go up to the roof, earlier, to gather up his jacket again. But he did. Had to see.

It was cold when he pulled it back on. Hadn't even been particularly cold out last night. Funny how that worked.

Didn't go too well with the usual Wednesday-morning hangover.

And damn, had he sent out a crapload of fruit baskets. Hopefully they would all get lost in delivery, as he had sent them out while he was pretty damn inebriated, or else the maybe-majority of the population of the island hadn't made the connection between microphone feedback and why they were getting them. Not that Reno cared. Reno was back in his room now, busying himself trying to fit the pieces of his laptop back together. He had a... report to write. By Friday.

This thrilled him to no end. Obviously.

His door was actually open a bit, today. Maybe to let out some of the cold that wasn't really in the air.

[Open for anyone who would like to drop by and rant about fruit baskets, or anything of the sort-- just keep in mind, I've got an hour before I have to leave for work, and then my availability is gone until later this evening.]

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