Room 429, Tuesday Afternoon

Reno was beginning to wonder if perhaps Tseng would take his suggestion to extend his report deadlines to Tuesdays more seriously, given that weekends tended to be... strange.

This week's report to the boss consisted of offhand references to trees, duct tape, and a missing cell phone, a casual mention of talking frogs and chocolate milk, insisting that his new room was just great, plus a very adamant assertion that it had been exactly a week since he had sent that last report, so he was still, technically, on time.

And also, he'd be needing more dress shirts and a large supply of hi-potions. No reason.

[Just the typical "Reno types an e-mail woo" post. The door's closed, but the post is open-- if you don't mind that I'm not going to be here for most of the rest of the day, and slowplay's still good with you.]