Room 429, Wednesday, Early Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

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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[raspberryturk]

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?"

[withoutverona]

"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.

[raspberryturk]

"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."

[withoutverona]

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."

[raspberryturk]

"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.

[withoutverona]

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.

[raspberryturk]

"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!"

[withoutverona]

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.