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Room 429, Wednesday, Early Afternoon

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!]

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Romeo hadn't had much to do this week, but after radio, visiting Reno seemed in order, if opnly to laugh at the weasel-thing. He tapped on the door. "Hello?"

Reno quickly stooped down to gather up the ferret in his hands. This was met with a somewhat excited series of happy ferret noises and an attempt at making its way up Reno's sleeve for the third time that hour.

"Yo, Romeo!" Reno made his way to the door and cracked it open, grinning out at him. "How you doin'?"

"I'm well," Romeo answered, grinning at the ferret noises.

"Maybe not so well as your friend, there. He sounds like a happy creature. How is he settling in?"

The ferret was all too happy to have someone else paying him some sort of attention, too. People were niftykeen! Did this new person have a sleeve he could try to nose into, too? He hoped he did. Sleeves were niftykeen, too!

"I don't think he missed a beat," Reno mused, holding the little thing up so it could get a better view of Romeo. "He keeps tryin' to stash my stuff. Whenever he ain't tryin' to kill it."

Totally Reno's sort of pet, really.

Romeo did have a sleeve on his button-down shirt! And he was reaching to let it sniff hsi fingers, probably granting complete access.

"He hunts?" Romeo laughed. "That sounds like the perfect pet for you."

"Have you naed him yet?"

Reno shook his head, letting the ferret make the perilous journey from hand to sleeve.

"Nah. No name yet. Never had a pet before, you know? So I kinda wanna name it somethin' that fits. Didn't figure it'd be so hard to name a weasel, yo."

Romeo was trying not to giggle at the ferret crawling on him. "Mercutio's a good name," he said hopefully.

Well. It was.

Then his phone beeped, and he pulled it out to look at it. "Excuse me."

When he had read the message, he had an odd look on his face. "She's texting me in Japanese."

"You understand any of it?" Reno raised an eyebrow as his own phone beeped as well.

It was Rikku.

It was a very interesting message from Rikku.

The ferret honked excitedly at all the strange beeping. Those thingies were talking to him! That was awesome!

Reno, in the meanwhile, was making a pretty determined face as he texted back.

where r u?? wat u warin?

"Barely," Romeo admitted. "I think it's hi, darling ... oh."

He finally remembered what odoranai meant, and texted back.

Always, if ur asking. where r u?

Reno glanced up from his pone at Romeo, gathering up the ferret again and bouncing on his toes slightly while he waited for Rikku to text him back.

"Your girl bein' all girly at you, too?"

'Girly' clearly had special connotations at this point.

"In the Dojima way, aye," Romeo concurred, trying not to bounce himself.

"... they're plotting against us, you realize." He sounded rather happily doomed.

Edited 2008-07-02 19:41 (UTC)

"Girls left in their element alone together?" Reno laughed and repositioned the ferret, who was trying to do his war dance with only the precarious support of one of Reno's hands keeping him from falling to the floor. "We're done for, man."

"Dead, dead and buried and lost to all," he said with joy, closing his eyes. "Where do you think they are?"

He shook his phone. "There ought to be a way to tell where the sender is."

"Ah, if only, man. I think that requires some kinda high-tech triangulation somethin' or other that I never bothered to screw around wi-"

Reno was cut off by the combined beep-honk of a cell phone receiving another message and the ferret attempting to eat it.

And when he checked his messages this time, his jaw nearly hit his knee.

"Romeo, my man. I might never've bothered to screw around with it before, but I think we're just gonna have to figure it out."

Romeo, meanwhile, had also gotten a beat and was just staring at his phone. "Um." He managed.

It had sleeves. Not that the sleeves were the most interesting thing on display, but still. A bra with sleeves.

There was a little whimper in his voice. "Do you have your manual? And did you just get a picture?"

He texted back Kirei! Onegai, where r u?, and wished he knew the word for sexy.

Edited 2008-07-02 21:17 (UTC)

Reno's own text message back was something more along the lines of, no rly, where r u??????

And then he glanced at Romeo and shook his head. Nope. No manual. But I got connections, yo."

He did. Connections were awesome that way, weren't they?

Reno was now dialing the phone long, long, long distance. To a certain partner of his back on Gaia.

"They're sendin' pictures, man. Pictures." He made his way across the room and deposited the ferret back into the cage, giving it another little tussle with his free hand for good measure. "Means we gotta call in the big guns, yo."

Reno was nothing if not determined.

Edited 2008-07-02 21:23 (UTC)

"You know someone who could do it?" Romeo asked. "Tell him we're desperate. Send him the pictures!"

He realized what he had offered and backed off. "...with the heads cut off?"

Because that clearly made things much better.

Clearly.

"Man, if I know Rude, I'm gonna have to send him a sampler pack an' then hold the rest for ransom," Reno mused, listening to the phone as it rang. "Keep showin' me what you're gettin' on your phone while I'm talkin'? I don't wanna miss out on nothin' here, man."

In Reno's ear, there was the familiar grunt of the man who would find them their girls. Hopefully.
"Rude."

Reno's grin just got a little wider.

"Rude, man! Have I got a proposition for you."

Rude grunted. "I'm STILL not sleeping with you."

That earned a bit of an eyeroll.

"No, not that. Somethin' better. Hang on a moment, I'll show you what I mean, yo." Reno scribbled down Rude's contact information and slid it on over to Romeo. "Romeo, pal. My line's tied up. Wanna forward one of those pictures to that address?"

[

sarcasm_guy once again hands us the Rude of win. Hurrah!]

Romeo took just a moment to think about this.

On the one hand, he would be sending a compromising photo of two women he cared deeply about to god-knows-who, and it was entirely likely there was a tabloid in Japan that would be very happy to print the ones of Yurika.

On the other, beauty like the shot he had just received deserved to be shared. And, well, the girls wouldn't have done this if they hadn't known the photos would be seen.

"Done," he said, punching in Rude's email and sending it along. A second later, he added a message reading 4 personal use, ok?

Rude's phone beeped. "One moment," he told Reno, and he pulled up the picture from Romeo. "Mmmm, you know I like that," he said, once he was done appreciating it. "Who's her friend?"

"That'd be Doji," Reno replied with a grin. "See, here's the dilemma, man. Rikku and Doji are sendin' us these pictures, and they ain't tellin' us where they're at. And the pictures? They keep gettin' hotter. You can see how this'd be problematic, yo."

"Mmm." Rude considered this. "The equipment I need's all the way across the hall. What are you going to give me?"

"More pictures," Reno replied. "Holdin' the rest for hostage, yo."

"I'll need more than just the one picture to go on," Rude informed him. "You're asking me to connect to a cell phone network in a different universe and try to triangulate a signal. It could be... imprecise."

Reno figured that this logic made perfect sense, really.

"He needs more pictures," he said, turning to look at Romeo. "We, uh. We got more pictures. Maybe send him another one?"

"He better be good at what he does," Romeo warned, then (after a second's hesitation) sent the first one of Yurika, in that bra-with-sleeves lamé thing.

The message with it read, Srsly, not 4 tabloid.

Edited 2008-07-03 00:00 (UTC)

"He's the best at what he does, yo," Reno informed Romeo, and then spoke back into the phone. "You got that okay, man?"

"Got it. You need to tell your friend I'm not going to sell the pictures." There was a pause as Rude pulled up the picture to look at it. "MMM! You sure you two don't have an... open relationship?"

"Pretty sure?" Reno was starting to hope that, at least if they didn't, he would keep getting pictures anyhow. "I know you ain't gonna sell-"

Oh. That was about the point where Reno realized that Romeo didn't know Rude from atom.

"I'll get back to you in a moment, man, you keep workin' on that?"

"I'll START as soon as you give me a better reason to." That was a lie -- Rude was already on it.

"Yeah, yeah." Reno looked back at Romeo. "I, uh, never did tell you about my buddy Rude, did I? Trust the guy with my life. He ain't gonna pass these pictures around or nothin', or I wouldn't'a called him, yo."

Romeo reddened slightly. "It's Yurika," he admitted. "One of the reasons she is here is she ended up in the tabloids a bit too often, at home. I'm not sure what her father would do if that started again."

"But if you say you trust him so, then I shall trust him too," he said, as his phone buzzed. "And we have another picture."

"Oooh, man, let me see that," Reno leaned over to steal a glance at Romeo's phone.

The ferret honked from inside the cage. Ignore that, Rude.

"See," Reno continued, "Rude's my partner, back with the Turks. He ain't even from this planet, either. And he knows damn well that if anyone but us gets their hands on those pictures, I'll hitchhike all the way to Edge and beat his face in with my EMR."

Reno smiled almost sweetly as he said that.

"Ain't that right, Rude?"

"Absolutely." The tiniest corner of Rude's mouth flicked upwards in a smirk. "...You'd TRY to beat my face in. You wouldn't succeed."

"Bah, I can run faster scared than you can run anytime," Reno smirked up at Romeo.

They were always like this, yes.

Romeo quirked a tiny smile of his own back at Reno. He recognized the tone, and he missed it from Verona.

"You'd both be running if any others see those photos," he told them, a laugh in his voice because he was letting it go. And yes, he was threatening professional killers, what of it? "And look! They sent us one more." His eyes almost bulged out of his head. "They seem to be .. becoming friendly."

He forwarded it to Rude, comment-free this time.

"You better have found somethin' by now, Rude, or I might have to cut you off," Reno smirked. "You makin' any progress at all over there?"

"You still haven't given me a reason to help," Rude observed. As a completely tangential, unrelated aside, he asked, "Have you ever heard of a country called... France?"

"France," Reno repeated, looking up at Romeo with somewhat wide eyes. France, from what he could gather, was very, very far away. "Man, what's it worth to you to give us a city name or an address or somethin'?"

Clearly, it was worth a lot to Reno.

"You mean, in addition to any other pictures you receive?"

....

".... Yeah?"

"You'll have to owe me one. A BIG one. Almost as big as... Paris?"

"PARIS. Yep, I owe you huge!" Reno pointed at Romeo. "We're goin' to Paris!"

Romeo sprang to his feet. He could have kissed Rude, or Reno.

With tongue, even.

"We are," he said. "And I think we are going now."

"Thank your friend," he added, on his way to the door. "I'll go get a jacket and meet you at the causeway portal as soon as I can make it."

He wasn't Reno, but he could move fast enough, when motivated, and this was more than sufficient motivation.

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