Lupus A4, Monday Evening

[raspberryturk]

It had been A Day. A week. A whole weekend and Reno, who was still both puny and plastic, was in need of a drink.

He wasn't in a bad enough way that he was going to go to the bar. There were certain things that action figures shouldn't do in public. Sure, he could go to The Perk to give computer lessons and he could scar his friends for life, but the bar? Even if he was hurting for a drink and a smoke and a hell of a lot of escapism, he wasn't going to head to the bar. Besides, he had his own booze. It was simply a matter of getting into it. Easy as pie.

Or, it should have been, except the bottle toppled over as he was attempting to pry the cap off, and it took him with it. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, face down in spilled scotch, and his body was a good four inches away from his head.

Oh, good. Not only was he an action figure, but he was an action figure with a freaking faulty balljoint for a neck.

This would have been less problematic if his body wasn't more interested in saving the booze than it was in solving the fact that it was slightly decapitated at the moment.

"No, stupid, I'm over here."

It was going to continue being A Day.

[Open! And I swear, he'll be normal again tomorrow. I just had to. My own Reno action figure's head falls off on a regular basis. Pretty, yes. Lots of points of articulation? For sure. But clearly not made to do much looking around, poor thing.]

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[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I know you're over there," Sokka replied absent-mindedly, as he fed Momo Jr. in his alcove across the aisle. "That's your bunk."

[raspberryturk]

"I'm not talkin' to you," Reno replied, just a little more than irate at the moment. "I'm talkin' to-"

He bit his wee plastic tongue.

"Nevermind, Boom. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He was trying to spare himself a little humiliation, here.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"You're talking to...?"

Sokka crept over, a grin on his face. If Rikku'd been changed by Fandom into something thoroughly embarrassing, he HAD to see. When he peered around the edge of the curtain, the tableaux was... not quite what he had expected.

It was better.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

[raspberryturk]

Reno was making a face. It was an angry face. A wee, plastic angry face that was half-soaked with scotch, now, which only slightly made this more tolerable.

"I hate you. I hate you, and I hate this stupid island, and I hate plastic, and I hate scotch, and I hate-" Wait. "No. I don't hate scotch. But I freakin' hate you right now, Boom."

His body demonstrated how much it didn't hate scotch by giving the bottle a warm, fuzzy hug.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"That's too bad," Sokka told him. "If you didn't hate me right now, I could help you with this mess before anyone else sees. Oh, well. Okay, wait here, then -- I need to go find someone with a camera."

[raspberryturk]

Oh. Blackmail. Very good.

"I'm gonna kill you, Boom! Gonna walk across the hall when I'm in one piece again and-" Deep breath. Thing. It was really mysterious how he managed to inhale without things like a body, or lungs. But he managed.

He would give anything for a smoke right now. And also, for his head to be resting on his shoulders.

"Okay. Look. Nobody's gonna believe that you're takin' pictures of anything more than just an action figure what looks like I do, right? So why waste the film or whatever?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, come on, I'm not stupid. I'm looking for a VIDEO camera. I've got a good head on my shoulders."

[withoutverona]

Romeo stepped through Lupus' unlicked door and looked around the living room. No sign of a tall drunken redhead, or of a best friend. "Reno? Are you about?" he called.

[raspberryturk]

"Yes!" Pause. "No!" Pause. "Maybe!"

Reno watched in horror as his body peered around the curtain of his alcove to wave hello.

"Get back here, dumbass," he hissed. Naturally, it ignored him.

[withoutverona]

Romeo heard Reno's voice, but saw ... no Reno.

Though there was a headless doll in a suit waving at him. He stepped closer to get a better look, crouching in front of it, momentarily distracted. "Why did you rip the head off this doll?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno was now blowing frustrated little bubbles into the scotch on the floor.

"I didn't," he mumbled. "The rest of me's in the alcove. On the floor."

The body gestured with one arm toward the mess on the floor. The scotch! The scotch had been spilled! It was a disaster!

A Day. It was SUCH a Day.

[withoutverona]

Romeo cautiously stepped past the hyperactive doll into the alcove.

And spotted what looked like a Reno head on the floor.

A very small, plastic Reno head.

He rubbed his eyes, hard. "Clearly I've gone mad at last. Farewell, sanity."

[raspberryturk]

"Woke up this way on Saturday," Reno's head informed Romeo while his body returned to hugging the scotch bottle. "But at least I didn't turn into a sparkly little pony like everyone else did."

He was attempting to look on the bright side. The bright side was very difficult to see, with his face in the scotch on the floor as it was.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron was walking to his alcove when he spotted what appeared to be a small figure that looked just like...

No. Oh no way.

And that would be Ron. On the floor. Laughing his fool head off.

[raspberryturk]

"Die in a fire," Reno told Ron. Pleasantly. Reno's body decided that now would be an excellent time to attempt to kick Ron in the hip. Because, for the first time in three days, Reno's foot could reach someone's hip.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

Ron... didn't even feel it he sat up and leaned on his bunk across from Reno's alcove.

"Look at you! You're tiny!"

[raspberryturk]

"Still taller'n you were," Reno snapped. Because clearly, size mattered so very much.

Even when his body was attempting to feel its way back toward the scotch.

"And plastic. I'm plastic." He was going to pretend that this was perfectly okay. He was failing.

[isourking.livejournal.com]

"Clearly you were asking for it," Ron said with a snort of amusement. "Who'd you tick off this time?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nobody that I know of," Reno grumbled, scowling angrily. If scowling was all that his rational portion could do, then dammit, he'd scowl. "Figure the island's gettin' about as much of a kick outta this as you are, Princess."

Small pleasures. He'd take them were he could get them.

[the_merriest]

Rikku wandered into Reno's bunk ... and stared.

"You're still a doll-thing?"

She kinda thought that was a pony-induced hallucination.

[raspberryturk]

Reno's head grumped.

Reno's body waved hello merrily!

Reno's head scowled some more.

Reno's body offered her what was left of the scotch.

"Yes," Reno's head said, dryly. "I'm still an action figure, yo."

[the_merriest]

He was still a doll-thing, with plastic hair and now his body had separated itself from his head. There were two very important questions to be asked. The first was, of course:

"If your mouth drinks, does your body get drunk?"

[raspberryturk]

"I wouldn't know," he replied. "My body's got the booze."

...

"But I'm actually kinda curious now, yo."

[the_merriest]

"That's fixed easily enough," Rikku said, stepping over to liberate the bottle of scotch from his body. If she plucked his head up and set it on the palm of her hand, and tilted the booze like so, could he drink?

[raspberryturk]

Rikku was the best girlfriend ever

He drank!

And the booze dribbled out through his neck.

His body did not get drunk. It just got pouty.

"Well, damn."